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Oh, crap
Hmmm. Falling economy plus international tension. Are any readers draftable? This business-stimulating military adventure might last longer than a couple of weeks.

EXTREME Water!
Nice analysis at the end about future marketing trends.

Sanriot!
I don't know two of these lefty icons, but "Hello Karl" Marx is sooo funny.

Go Mr. Pants go!


What do you know - the Shuttlecocks are still funny, sometimes.

Hooray for Everything!
I spent a glorious cloudy day with Therese eating, walking, chatting, and viewing. Lincoln Park was roughly lovely and despite a bad back and a malevolent bird that pooped on my shirt, I had a ball.

We watched Endless Summer, the canonical surf flick and were equally enthralled and appalled at the zany 60's surf antics and their not-so-subdued, but still implicit, racism and sexism. I suppose anyone can find those qualities anywhere they look, should they look hard enough; that game doesn't really interest me any more. But when it's this blatant, even playful, it's like watching old Uncle Dipshit mouthing off: irritating, mildly amusing, and ultimately harmless because of its irrelevance. Who's worse: old Uncle Dipshit talking about African-Americans having inborn talent for sports or Jesse Jackson calling "Selma" on an election that had unprecedented minority turnout? Just for example. Good lord, have I become old Uncle Dipshit?

So, um, anyway, I had a very good day. We'll surf later.


I'm anxious about the weather. Though I won't be playing soccer for a while, the sunlight was doing me bueno. I want to frolic (carefully, for a while) on the beach, barbecue some tempeh if I can convince my stomach to accept it again, and enjoy an appropriate balance of pineal hormones without moving to California.

But I've got a pile of good books to read, interesting work, and good people to chat with, and my biological needs are covered, mostly. How can I complain when I beat the 99th percentile in suffering-avoidance?

If it's spring, this must be back pain
Teeth are OK - turns out I'm allergic to my toothpaste. Nice try "Tom's of Maine." All natural is good enough for normal people, but Princess Rob has to go a step further - say NO to lauryl sulfate! Picked up some new bioengineered sci-fi toothpaste and flossing slingshots at Bartell's, then 72 oz. of cold, frosty muscle relaxant. Yes, my back's out again. If not [one thing] then [another]. Not as bad as The Big One, but a pain near the ass nonetheless. Pay heed to one who knows suffering and obey the Rule: Stretch thy dorsal musculature twice daily!

BEING GREEN, IT'S EASY
The leaves on the ivy (or whatever it is, Kate W. told me it's some other kind of plant so I'll defer to her superior knowledge) are coming out. This means that the light coming through my windows will again be filtered green and I will regain my treehouse feelings of last summer.

Does it make up for my car's death, my loss of cable, my toothache, my general malaise? And how.

Overdrawn Time

I just resolved the ~$1000 discrepancy between my bankbook and my actual balance. This would never have happened 10 years ago.

The rather sudden onset of spring has taken me by surprise, endowing me with more energy but no more time. Work, alas, is suffering. Of course, I'm actually doing more work than I did during the darkness of winter, but with the backlog itching my eyes every time I see the piles of ignored books and software, I really ought to do some cleaning.

But tonight and tomorrow I'm geeking out in Renton. I'm running out of time - can I borrow some of yours?

Pigs

I ate lunch with the lovely and talented Amo y Pablo today at El Puerco Lloron. We nearly choked laughing when we saw four police officers in line in front of us. What could they have been thinking?

(Those of you who are Romance-language disabled should cut-n-paste the restaurant name into Babelfish, though you ought to be able to puzzle it out on your own.)

Yee-haw! Will the funny funny world ever stop poking me in the stomach?