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love my new vaio!! its fast:>)
Speaking of parrot(head)s...
sunday pundits?? no, another kind of squawkbox.
linked off a drat fink post SMILE
found this on a dmtree search. he was digging in the arboretum last spring.
how about this with a machu pichu extention??
all the kidz on kapital hill luv the tickle me W doll.
a lot cheaper but maybe not as much fun
Axiomatic, and coming soon, to a cathedral near you.
The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant!
err...no, they don't.
The NY Post reports that Conde Nast is flip-flopping: first delaying, and now green-lighting, plans for websites for its magazines, including the New Yorker. I thought they were just afraid of losing newsstand sales, but I guess it's bureaucracy. I've been reading the New Yorker since I was a kid, or at least looking at the cartoons, but the current issue has a poem I quite like. I don't really keep up with contemporary poetry, but this one was close to my heart; expressing a particular nostalgia that makes me think the author is around my age. Since there's no site, I've transcribed it, and added a few links.
After watching the news last night I was left with a minor realization concerning Cali's energy problems. The old notion of placing value in land where there is water somewhere on the property (either underground or running through it) comes to mind. Otherwise your indebted to someone with the water you need (Chinatown). Now it's each state which must have a sufficent domestic energy supply or have to purchase it from out of state. They pointed out Florida and lower New York state (amoung others) as hot spots of energy deficit. They went further to point out that it isn't even a peak use time of year and that we may be "in for it" this summer.
Funny Caifornia breaks down right at the time of the inauguration. Funny that W's Texas boys have shitloads of energy (to sell). And funny Alaska has shitloads of untapped oil and that all we need is enough *fear* to scare it up out of the ground.
1/30/01 : As promised, a NYT link (from today).
Take me to the river.
a maze ing
Could mike w pls e.mail me with a little info about barges / my brothers interested / cant find your e.address - sorry and thanks -b
They caught some of those friends of Steve who escaped from jail in Texas. Aparently it was again video footage from that great service to mankind, AMERICAS MOST WANTED that gave them away. An eye whitness last night on the news who had spotted them in a RV park said : "One guy had dyed his hair blond and wore dark sunglasses another had dyed his hair red from here (pointing to just above his own left ear) up. They looked like perfectly regular people. You'd never have guessed it was them."
So, in order to fit in in America and stay stealthy, dye your hair a funny color !
Since there seems to be a lot of religious fervor in the air I want to mention that I'm doing the good Samaritan thing, not exactly, and have called a guy ('s wife actually) and told him, (or her actually) that "I found what appears to be the contents of your glovebox," behind a house I'm renovating on Rocheblave (yep, still at it), and she was so happy, although I could not initially figure out why because I assumed the paperwork I had collected meant the car had been stolen, but no, just the contents of the glovebox. The guy (and his wife?) live not far from here, I'll expose them and say they live in the 3300 block of Esplanade, which is around the corner but a completely different world, nice, in it's more affluent way, and that just makes me reflect fervently, which is my nature, on how that's one of the things here that makes the magic that people talk about (or is it just me that talks about it?), I mean the demographic striation of this place, which is scary (or that should be "fascinating"), if you pause to think about it, and what else am I going to do. Anyway, I am online with a single phone line and am realizing only now what my hesitation meant when the wife asked me could her husband call me on his way home from work at this number and I said, "yes" but not very convincingly. I knew I might be busy, what with the development of a new lethal religious product, and the delivery of this crap, which I must consider of utmost importance--cuz look at me go on about it.
maybe i got my virus from the tree. lets see. where is the flu raging?
Earthquake?
I think I actually felt this. I was getting ready for work this morning, at exactly the indicated time, and I registered (heard? felt? hard to say) a jolt. I thought it was something hitting the roof, having been thrown from the building next door. That does happen, but the timing was odd, and it felt different somehow. Now I know why.
can you profess to want to abolish private property and at the same time lay claim to a trademark of a name without it being paradoxical? even if you offer that name for use so long as it is not defamed in the process? i need answers people!!
Forgotten New York looks interesting in a Luc-Sante / Ken-Burns-New-York sort of way.