we need a page of these
jim are you and dave and alex in this??-----
net.people: The Personalities and Passions Behind the Web Sites
by Thomas E. Bleier, Eric C. Steinert
Paperback - 320 pages (May 2000)
CyberAge Books; ISBN: 0910965374 ; Dimensions (in inches): 0.70 x 9.95 x 7.97
Amazon.com Sales Rank: 43,317----or do i have to wait for net.people 2
I was walking home yesterday down Essex street and I passed a very disturbed and rather large young man wearing a white t-shirt adorned with huge black letters, apparently written in marker, presumably by him (I'm equating his rather deranged aura with the impossibly bad penmanship.) True or not, the shirt was definitely a one-off home made piece. It said, rather to the point, "Kill all homosexuals. Die faggots die." We had a moment of eye contact in which I expressed my disapproval. Nothing too serious (I'm a bit ashamed to admit) but enough that I was a little scared he was going to start something with me (that sort of eye contact being a pretty aggressive act in some sub-cultures.) He decided to keep walking. Anyway, it sort of freaked me out, because I don't usually see stuff like that in NYC. Then today I found this story, which didn't particularly make me feel better or worse, but it made some sort of impression. There are a lot of fscked-up people out there, and a even more "normal" ones (peaceful ones?) rather scared of the first group. (Really nice design on that site too, as is usually the case with Derek Powazek's stuff.)
i cant eat shrimp anymore each bite taste like turtle--remember that band ministry had a album "the mind is a terrible thing to taste"--i was thinking of heading back to my vegan ways when but this makes me want to get some folks together....
a review of a book called "the invention of the restaurant: paris and modern gastronomic culture".
7/22 the green market is singing--peas three ways: snap, normale, and greens...first of the organic corn....multi-cherry jubilee....organic fava....organic fresh garlic (picked yesterday!!), same in onion and shallot, squash, tomatoe...bought all i could carry now i,m going back for more!!!
Yes, we were down for a little bit this morning. Nothing too serious. I guess it's the case that the database (Mysql) needs to be rebooted every so often. Since it does seem to keep its data intact I can live with this. As always, I'm very impressed by Hurricane Electric as a web host.
amsterdam (KLM) has a new airline that hubs out of london called ...Buzz Airline, my bosses bag was so heavy it had to be taged with a big label "Heavy Buzz" i saved it for a souvenier...the motto is "Fly With Buzz"??...and its a la carte you pay for air only, drinks food etc are all pay for on plane...
google now offers 12 language choises including "custom"??!!
might have to check this out!!-- Seven Hills Berlin 14 May -29 October-----"Move over Millennium Dome. Berlin trumps it all with their biggest futuristic exhibition ever at the Martin Gropius building. Fun for all, this is a high brow Disney World complete with a virtual voyage through an ancient library, dolphins and robots to play with and the chance to mix genes on a monitor.
It has cost a fortune - 28 million DM to be precise - so check out the extravaganza.
There are seven zones: Jungle, Outer Space, Dream, Civilisation, Knowledge, Credo and the Centre. Each has interactive exhibits, glorious special effects and the very latest in science and technology. The idea is to compete with the technological wonders on show at the Hanover World Expo. Decide for yourself on the winner!"
It has cost a fortune - 28 million DM to be precise - so check out the extravaganza.
There are seven zones: Jungle, Outer Space, Dream, Civilisation, Knowledge, Credo and the Centre. Each has interactive exhibits, glorious special effects and the very latest in science and technology. The idea is to compete with the technological wonders on show at the Hanover World Expo. Decide for yourself on the winner!"
For the 12th of July, two sides of the deeply spiritual Irish coin. Maybe Clinton should have the IRA negotiate with the PLO, and Israel with the Orange. Might make more progress that way.
But why did I find the Spam Haiku site looking for this stuff?
But why did I find the Spam Haiku site looking for this stuff?
Yet another journalist stumbles onto the cutting-edge. The Blogging Revolution. Pretty standard fare, but it's fun to watch people get all excited over something you found a long time ago <self-satisfied-grin/>. We'll see if he's still updating in six months (hint: if it hinges on his getting payed to blog ideas, he won't be.)
hello from italy--Florence!!--we are off to Cammillo, where the speciality is pasta with shaved dried tuna roe!!!--we have had some great meals and the old bread salads (old bread soaked in various liquids than mixed with different veggies herbs...chilled!!!) are going to be a must to try back home!! viva italia!!
Little glitch on this page today (where it was printing out the whole page back to January, everytime.) Should be O.K. now. Sorry 'bout that.
I've got the mad skillz. This is the coolest flash yet. Click on the blue circle to enable maximum options. Then start cuttin' it up. Make sure you mouse around a lot to find all the potential for bomb droppin. Damn that s#%t is phat. (:)
is the nsa now admitting to echelon?
seeing lots of reporting today (nothing new, just what we've already heard) in The Independent, UPI and NY Times...)
seeing lots of reporting today (nothing new, just what we've already heard) in The Independent, UPI and NY Times...)
Someone had this book at the bar last night (which bar? My bar, of course.) And then today, Rasterweb had a link to it. I guess everyone is getting ready for surviving some worst case scenarios. Interesting book; hopefully not too useful.
Jul 04, 2000
Celebrating the 4th of July or the day of the dog: I've never really associated myself with any of those national holidays—I mean, I wasn't there when Columbus discovered America, cheering as he set foot on our shores, or dining with the Pilgrims and Indians in Massachusetts on that first turkey with all those side dishes and triptophane problems on the third Thursday in November; Memorial Day; Labor Day; President's Day; Christmas (ok, I still see those guys occasionally on street corners in December and I remember sitting on Santa Claus's knee in some department store and getting my picutre taken and looking at it in my parents bedroom for the next 20, 30, 40 years and wondering what that guy really looked like behind the beard); New Year (I've been at least semi-conscious for that one every time it happens and also for the way it stays with you a while until you successfully make the transition to the new date). Why don't they just lump them all together and give everybody 10 days off: eat, remember, shop, labor, etc. etc? But the 4th of July, of course I wasn't there when they signed the paper, and there is no video of events. However, I was there the first time I ate a hot dog, and I've been there every time since. My anticipated excitement was rekindled yesterday with the announcement that employee meal at 71 Clinton would consist of the revered combination of hot dogs, french fries and ketchup (for some). After several hunter gatherer attempts by various staff members the requisite hot dog buns were procured. In this instance, amid great controversy amongst the various male members of the staff, the chef's choice of preparation prevailed and the dogs were boiled and served. (But without the ever-important celery salt, which is a key element to the enjoyment of the boiled dog, which the chef fondly remembers first having with his father in the famous Rhode Island style.) His father, not being present for staff meal returned to the restaurant to find a pile of naked dogs covered by cling-wrap on a plate in his wine storage area. Knowing that my beloved Rachael had not partaken of the staff meal, I proceeded to sculpt what we were both to agree was a divine dining experience: a little butter smeared on the rolls prior to toasting them a golden brown, the hot dogs themselves grilled with well done sweet, crispy bits and then combined with the rolls and some Dijon mustard resulted in smiles and moans of gustatory delight. Now, to the point of all this fluff I've been spouting: what to drink with the dog? At the end of the work night Rachael and I were again hungry, so, at her urging I repeated the earlier gastronomic experience, this time unexpectedly elevating our enjoyment with the accompaniement of a delicious dry 1998 Gewürztraminer (Estate Bottled) from Navarro and a sample of a 1999 white Crozes Hermitage from Alain Graillot (Rousanne and Marsanne grapes) from that notorious bon vivant "the Wheel." [posted by dew-dah]
Celebrating the 4th of July or the day of the dog: I've never really associated myself with any of those national holidays—I mean, I wasn't there when Columbus discovered America, cheering as he set foot on our shores, or dining with the Pilgrims and Indians in Massachusetts on that first turkey with all those side dishes and triptophane problems on the third Thursday in November; Memorial Day; Labor Day; President's Day; Christmas (ok, I still see those guys occasionally on street corners in December and I remember sitting on Santa Claus's knee in some department store and getting my picutre taken and looking at it in my parents bedroom for the next 20, 30, 40 years and wondering what that guy really looked like behind the beard); New Year (I've been at least semi-conscious for that one every time it happens and also for the way it stays with you a while until you successfully make the transition to the new date). Why don't they just lump them all together and give everybody 10 days off: eat, remember, shop, labor, etc. etc? But the 4th of July, of course I wasn't there when they signed the paper, and there is no video of events. However, I was there the first time I ate a hot dog, and I've been there every time since. My anticipated excitement was rekindled yesterday with the announcement that employee meal at 71 Clinton would consist of the revered combination of hot dogs, french fries and ketchup (for some). After several hunter gatherer attempts by various staff members the requisite hot dog buns were procured. In this instance, amid great controversy amongst the various male members of the staff, the chef's choice of preparation prevailed and the dogs were boiled and served. (But without the ever-important celery salt, which is a key element to the enjoyment of the boiled dog, which the chef fondly remembers first having with his father in the famous Rhode Island style.) His father, not being present for staff meal returned to the restaurant to find a pile of naked dogs covered by cling-wrap on a plate in his wine storage area. Knowing that my beloved Rachael had not partaken of the staff meal, I proceeded to sculpt what we were both to agree was a divine dining experience: a little butter smeared on the rolls prior to toasting them a golden brown, the hot dogs themselves grilled with well done sweet, crispy bits and then combined with the rolls and some Dijon mustard resulted in smiles and moans of gustatory delight. Now, to the point of all this fluff I've been spouting: what to drink with the dog? At the end of the work night Rachael and I were again hungry, so, at her urging I repeated the earlier gastronomic experience, this time unexpectedly elevating our enjoyment with the accompaniement of a delicious dry 1998 Gewürztraminer (Estate Bottled) from Navarro and a sample of a 1999 white Crozes Hermitage from Alain Graillot (Rousanne and Marsanne grapes) from that notorious bon vivant "the Wheel." [posted by dew-dah]
250,000 presold copies to be delivered around the globe by 9,000 Amazon.com ordered FedEx trucks? I'm gonna have to read one of those Harry Potter's someday. Until then, however, let me suggest one from a transplanted Brooklyner by the name of William Kowalski, his '99 novel, EDDIE'S BASTARD is a real fine "coming of age" story. Also I would like to express my regrets for not being at Bill's Fourth of July Bash and would like to be the first--or if not the first, the skinniest--to say, Happy Birthday Lady Liberty.
Frustration last night, as I kept getting busy signals from ISP Inch. Then I caught the TV news saying that Bell Atlantic had outages from Maine to Virginia. A cut cable. Couldn't post till this morning. Felt justified in fudging the date. The more we depend on this technology, the more reliability becomes an issue. I suspect we don't really have the fall-back positions we need. Where'd I stash that Y2K manual?
