27 March 2007
26 March 2007
In the Old Days, every new invention did not immediately become a verb. No one said: "I must electric canopener this tuna," or "Well, it's time to dishwasher."
22 March 2007
21 March 2007
I put it in the CD player. It is incredible! It's this fabulous mix of hip/hop, Middle Eastern, Salsa in Spanish and English. I am completely mesmerized.
20 March 2007
It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
And an old man said to me
Won't see another one
19 March 2007
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16 March 2007
15 March 2007
Is there anything more excruciating than some lametard adult copywriter trying to speak to teenagers in their own language? -- Bob Garfield, Advertising AgeI used to team-teach Sunday School with a middle-aged guy who would walk into the room and address junior high students as "dude." And that wasn't the end of the painful display. Shudders ran through the room. They'd look at me with that dead-eyed, "Please, get me out of here or I will die" look. On days when I taught alone, the kids would beg, "Will you teach next week?" at the end of the session. I think it had much more to do with their loathing of the other teacher than their affection for me!
Back to Bob Garfield. If you're a media geek you can hear Bob Garfield each week on "On the Media" on public radio (a media analysis show). Beware, the theme music is incredibly grating. Once you get past that, it's usually quite good. On one of the recent shows there is a discussion of Louis Farrakhan and his farewell speech. In it he called for reconciliation and piece. Huh? Did he go on the Hajj? That's what changed Malcolm X.
I'm just realizing that this blog is turning into, "What I heard on public radio." I guess that's not too off the mark since I'm all about the public radio. On weekends I can tell the time by what's on MPR.
14 March 2007
Kleine Unaufmerksamkeit des Hauses!
A little inattentiveness on the house. (Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!)
13 March 2007
The Family Fortune follows the story's skeleton but it's enough of a different story to keep you turning the pages. The characters are well developed. It's very hard to put down, as Sheriboo warned.
The book also has the right amount of description and detail. I absolutely loathe the trend in some fiction to over describe, e.g., "she slipped her red-manicured feet into her fuchsia, Fendi slip-ons which exactly matched her silk shift." Or this one from the book I'm trying to read for book club
"Isobel felt herself rising through dark water. It was a slow ascent from slate depths, light teasing in a far shimmer above. Air bubbles trapped on the underside of the boat gleamed like wriggling snails."
12 March 2007
11 March 2007
The other day he talked about the messages that people send by their actions.
I'm increasingly coming to the conclusion that there are really only two attitudes that people bring to work with them. Either they park right out front [e.g., in spots that should be reserved for customers], or they park down the street in order to send a signal to their staff, their customers and themselves. (Read more.)I don't think this is a just a work thing. I was just talking to a colleague about the underlying anger that's so pervasive in society. Where are all the Mr./Ms. Crabbypants coming from? OK, everyone has bad days but it does seem that incivility is the norm. Is the world increasingly joyless? These questions have been occupying my mind for quite awhile. I keep digging for the "why" but I'm not getting anywhere.
Info in italics is mine to clarify the context.
Here's a little experiment. The next time you're at a store or a restaurant, really acknowledge the employee with whom you interact. Say "Hello," smile and ask how they are doing (say it like you mean it). Then watch their reaction. It might be the first time all day that someone has treated them like a human being.
When I think of joy I think of the Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu. Look at those faces. They are imbued with joy. Have their lives been traumatic and difficult? Yes. But they still find joy. When I was in South Africa, I heard Archbishop Tutu speak. He laughs often and when he does the laugh comes from his toes.
08 March 2007
I set up a playlist made up only of songs I've rated a 5 (nur fuenf). I can listen all day at work without hearing the same song twice. It's a beautiful thing.
06 March 2007
Prior to the U.S. invasion, Ambassador to Iraq, Joseph Wilson, contradicted Bush's assertion that Iraq had tried to buy nuclear material from Niger. A week later his wife, a CIA agent, was outed. It is a crime to reveal the name of a CIA operative.
Scooter 'took one for the team' to protect Vice President Cheney and Karl Rove. This administration is rotten to the core. From the BBC:
White House official Libby guilty
A former key White House official, Lewis Libby, has been found guilty of obstruction of justice and perjury.
Libby, ex-chief of staff to Vice-President Dick Cheney, faces a prison term of up to 25 years. He will be sentenced in
He was accused of lying to the FBI and a grand jury over revelations about CIA agent Valerie Plame's identity.
Libby's lawyer said they were "very disappointed" at the verdict, and would ask for a new trial, or would appeal.
Libby, who goes by the nickname "Scooter", was found guilty on four out of five counts. He was acquitted on one count of lying to the FBI.
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Witnesses told a House panel Monday that wounded U.S. soldiers are forced to struggle against a nightmarish and untrustworthy Army medical system that leaves veterans stranded in unfit conditions.
Two Iraq war veterans and the wife of a third gave heartbreaking, at times stunning, tales of neglect at the now notorious Walter Reed Army Medical Center.
The panel was convened in the wake of a scandal triggered by The Washington Post's detailing of problems at the hospital. (Full story)
And the president learned about it in the Washington Post. That's odd. He's admitted that he doesn't read the papers.
Reminds me of two things. One, an interview with a Republican candidate for president. As his party is wont to do, he kept saying "all life is sacred." Apparently this doesn't apply Iraqis or soldiers. (I know, I know it's not his fault but all the same!)
It also reminded me of Michael Penn's song, Walter Reed. It's not overtly anti war but you get the point (see/hear at YouTube):
Count the cases piled up high
For the 1:15.
For platform and for passerby
It's the same routine.
I'm ranting while I'm raving,
There's nothing here worth saving.
Tell me now, what more do you need?
Take me to Walter Reed tonight.
Baby I've lost the will for fighting
Well there's a few things I gotta say
And make no mistake, I'm mad...
'Cause every good thing I've had
All I want to do is hide.
It's graduation day
And everything I learned inside
Didn't seem to pay.
I've had my fill of palm trees
And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.
I'm the walking wounded
And I'd say it to your face
But I can't find my place.
05 March 2007
04 March 2007
The hands-down favorite was the tattoo maker. They are mad for tattoos. First you apply the press-on black-and-white tattoos. After the tattoos are dry you color them in with markers.
I don't think I'll get to take them for a real tattoo anytime soon. They go nuts when they have to get a vaccination. I think they'd run screaming when they saw the tattoo gun thingy. I suppose that's good. Taking them for real tattoos would likely nix my chance for ever seeing them again.
02 March 2007
The shot of Sophie turned out better than I thought it would. Looks like a little snow got on the lens.
01 March 2007
My workplace closed today at 3 p.m. and will be closed tomorrow. And they're not weather wussies. It's dark now so I'll have to capture some of the snow-o-rama tomorrow and post.
I don't understand weather maps but this one looks cool.
Friend: We chose [place name] for the groom's dinner.This reminded me of a good word of the day: harridan. "A scolding, vicious woman; hag; shrew." I love the German somewhat equivalent: boesartig (i.e., vicious).
Mother-in-law: Why don't you let [groom's name] make a decision?