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Monday, May 14, 2001 - 02:15 p.m. -
"It's my god--ed house," Glick said. "I'll paint it purple with frowny faces if I want to."
This man is a hero. The picture is fantastic.
Monday, May 14, 2001 - 11:04 a.m. -
Interesting New Republic article on the recently passed fetus-protection bill.
I don't usually go out of my way to endorse mainstream political thinking, but this short essay touches one of of the Left's most serious problems.
Saturday, May 12, 2001 - 04:47 p.m. -
Ho ho ho. Sister Jill took the philosophy fan quiz (see 5/8 entry below) and scored 100% Nietzsche. Her list looks something like mine, only reversed - I presume that means we agree on most things (there are hundreds of possibilities, I take it), but are opposite along some minor axis of thought. Comparing Mr. Antichrist to the Epicureans, I'd say "seriousness," but that doesn't really divide us that much. Comments, class?
Saturday, May 12, 2001 - 12:49 p.m. -
YES! More guy-in-animal-suit assaulting behavior.
(This time, it's a monkey. Be still, my fluttery viscera!)
Thursday, May 10, 2001 - 01:15 p.m. -
Oh, somebody please add me!
Thursday, May 10, 2001 - 12:39 p.m. -
So somebody used my debit card to run up hundreds of dollars in charges over the Net in the last few weeks. WAMU caught it long before I could have, but before the charges will be credited back to my account I have to fill out affidavits and etc., etc., etc. This is entirely the fault of the bank, which is happy to eat losses like this in exchange for not having to develop a secure system, but of course I'm the one stuck with worrying whether my rent check will bounce before they reimburse me. I suppose if it does I'll just start another grievance process.
This makes me miss the days when I kept all my money at home in a book. Where's the middle ground between poverty and death by aggravated corporate bureaucracy?
Thursday, May 10, 2001 - 10:55 a.m. -
I just had one of those giftie-gie-us moments: I spun in my chair pondering how best to capture a notion with elegant verbal economy. Suddenly the mix of sunbeams, Golden Champa incense, Jungle Brothers beats, and Number One Kitty's beatific visage provoked a vision of my life as seen through my employers' eyes. I was momentarily jealous of myself.
There's nothing wrong with that, is there?
Thursday, May 10, 2001 - 10:10 a.m. -
This is the face of America.
Jesse Ventura asks the Dalai Lama if he's seen "Caddyshack." I desperately want this man to be president.
Thursday, May 10, 2001 - 09:37 a.m. -
"All Your Base," vol. 2
- and it works. Who will protect me from the terrible secret of space?
Tuesday, May 8, 2001 - 06:02 p.m. -
Move over, pineal.
Brain imaging study purports to locate the region of the brain responsible for the "sense of self." Perhaps this is an example of poor science journalism, but I am unconvinced at best. The examples of Pick's disease and quotes at the end are pretty good, though.
Tuesday, May 8, 2001 - 03:45 p.m. -
I took a little quiz to determine which philosophers or schools I am most in tune with. (Watch out for annoying pop-ups.) Top 10:
1. Epicureans (100%)
2. Mill (82%)
3. Aquinas (77%)
4. Hobbes (72%)
5. Sartre (70%)
6. Nietzsche (68%)
7. Hume (66%)
8. Noddings (65%)
9. Aristotle (63%)
10. Stoics (63%)
What an odd mix. Oh yeah, the Divine Ms. Rand was #11. Please, please, kill me.
Monday, May 7, 2001 - 09:07 a.m. -
Ronnie Biggs is back in the U.K.
After 35 years of sort-of hiding in Brazil, the Great Train Robber (and former singer with post-breakup Sex Pistols) is back home. After three strokes, he's not exactly a threat to society, but 3/4 of polled Brits want him back in jail.
Sunday, May 6, 2001 - 07:38 a.m. -
Not a panda...
anything but that.
Sunday, May 6, 2001 - 07:33 a.m. -
Candy cigarettes - now with nicotine!
Who says the days of supervillainry are over? Kill kill kill.
Saturday, May 5, 2001 - 11:39 a.m. -
Another series of police photos.
Should probably be called "The Effects of HIV," but who can be sure?
Friday, May 4, 2001 - 04:46 p.m. -
There is a 535 sq ft studio open in my lovely building ready 6/1/01. I lived in a studio here for a year and they're great. Know someone who needs a place? Have them call Lisa @ 206-329-2788. Tell her Rob sent you. (Oh, the rent is $775, and remember - trundle bed trundle bed trundle bed!)
Friday, May 4, 2001 - 11:05 a.m. -
Holy shit.
Heather has two mommies. No, really. I mean literally. This is turning out to be a good day for science fiction.
Friday, May 4, 2001 - 10:15 a.m. -
Great news for biosculptors!
You can have unrejectable replacement organs--or even cool new biofeatures--built from your own stem cells, if you don't mind a hideously painful collection procedure. Well, OK, we won't have gills and horns and supernumerary eyes for a few years yet, but this is good news, people.
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