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| 7:56 p.m. Sunday, September 30, 2001 right there with you. i don't want to see any more violence, altho it seems unavoidable at this point. and i don't want to point fingers. but. but this made me smile. i quote loosely: 'I heard Jerry Falwell's statement that God has lifted his hand from protecting America because of the beliefs of the Gays, the Abortionists, Planned Parenthood and the People for The American Way. Let me tell you - I got a call from God. And He said the reason He lifted his hand temporarily from protecting America was because of Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson.' thanks for making me smile, lew. good to see you back at work. 1:59 p.m. Saturday, September 29, 2001 maybe this is what Van had in mind... "I always wanted to be a brown-liquor girl -- drinking clear liquor makes it seem like you can't drive stick." Evany, by way of Webmonkey. 5:05 p.m. Friday, September 28, 2001 Killing the Buddha, take 2 oh, farf. can't edit the archive, but here is the proper link to the front page essay on Seeing Ourselves in Krishna's Mouth, now archived there. 10:50 p.m. Wednesday, September 26, 2001 you'll know you're reasonably there listening to Arlo Guthrie, for the first time in ages. the pickle song always makes me laugh (even more so last night, when jon sang it to me on the phone - love that he knows all the words!). and then there's Last Train to Glory. maybe you've been lyin' down in the jailhouse you can read that a lot of ways. to me, it speaks of compassion and faith. and that's what i need to hear these days. 10:47 p.m. Wednesday, September 26, 2001 tailgating - bar-b-q or not? walking to work the other day, i saw a sign at the storage company that said 'no tailgating'. i knew what they meant, but i suddenly had this image of a bunch of people setting up a huge Patriots tailgate party, complete with big screen TVs, in the garage. it would be really cool to see that happen, in direct violation of the signs. :) 11:42 p.m. Tuesday, September 25, 2001 *grin* okay, so we spent way too much time talking about politics. but eventually we got around to the important bit. the boy got back in touch, and he wasn't trying to dump me. he's been busy. and he bought the bike! whoo hoo! he's gonna call when he gets back from the next jaunt. and we're going to find a time to get together. :) 09:49 p.m. Tuesday, September 25, 2001 lotsa books. i bought a lot of remainders last week. i was happy to get all those hardcovers at dead low prices. but. but it sucked to carry 30 pounds of books home, just dead weight hanging off my bad arm, exacerbating the shot shoulder. and then i unpacked all the books, and left a pile of them by my couch. *glances over* looks kind of snotty. an art book about the Louvre, next to a pile topped by Umberto Eco discussing Kant. then i walked over to the bookcase and spotted an old hardcover. Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd. it's an old book. i can't find the print date. but the flyleaf has my grandfather's signature on it. Cecil W. Henderson, '28. he bought it for a college course. and i've hung on to it, not so much because i want to read it (which i do), but mostly because his handwriting is there. it's a small piece of connection. this is one of the many reasons i love books. 08:43 p.m. Tuesday, September 25, 2001 excellent quote. courtesy of JBE (tyvm). You can't be a "Real Country" unless you have a beer and an airline. 07:07 p.m. Tuesday, September 25, 2001 helicopter helicopter stopped by the candle shrine in Davis last week, and ran into someone that i only know peripherally. i called out his name, and think he was caught off guard. it was still nice to see someone i know, and try to connect. of course, then it started raining, and we both ran home. here's hoping that he doesn't cross the street next time i see him. :) 06:58 p.m. Tuesday, September 25, 2001 where'd the coffee hour go? i was walking thru the T station last week, and noticed something sort of odd. there were coffee cups, water bottles, soda cans sitting everywhere. there were collections of them on top of the recycle bins, on half walls, in odd corners. it took a few minutes to realize that someone (several someones) had taken all of the trash barrels out of the stations. it looked so odd, as if the kaffee klatch had just evaporated, leaving lattès and capps behind, no other evidence. made me think of Arlo Guthrie, talking about the neutron bomb, which would leave us alive but butt naked (his version of the science). and then i started thinking about the security reasoning behind the removal. made no sense. i mean, okay, it's possible someone would leave a grenade in a trash barrel. but if you were out to do damage, you wouldn't leave the explosive in a plastic barrel. you'd drop it in the welded shut metal recycling bin, because the metal shrapnel would do more damage. i hate that we need to think about this shit. 06:52 p.m. Tuesday, September 25, 2001 the world is *not* all about you, squeaky. don't think i mentioned this... walking thru the office on the 11th, as people were freaking out about the attacks, i heard one woman asking IS why her phone wasn't working. mmmm. her phone. because it was all about her. um, *hello*? every damn trunk line out of the office was dead. fortunately, the person she was talking to said something along the lines of 'and you would like me to do what about communications on the Eastern seaboard?' three cheers for you, m'dear. 06:51 p.m. Tuesday, September 25, 2001 Bill Gates + Mouse = bad cursor so why is it that the default cursor for IE is the Mickey Mouse glove? is there some incestuous corporate relationship of which i am unaware? |
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