Archive for September, 2008
The Anarchist In Me
Monday, September 29th, 2008Upon hearing the news that the House did not pass the bail-out, and the DOW subsequently dropped some 700 points, my initial reaction was entirely unjustified and remains unsupportable. But a little part of me, speaking up from way in the back of my mind, glanced at the CNN headlines and said, “Cool.”
A more rational […]
Random Observations
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008There’s a political thing going on, in which two people are vying for the top spot in the US government. They’re running ads, and saying a lot of things, which belittle their opponent. Which is normal for an election. There’s a fact checker thing somewhere on CNN’s website where they determine a thing or two […]
A Random Thought
bfe Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008Professionalism. Integrity. Innovation.
Is that too much to ask?
Half Up and Running
Saturday, September 20th, 2008After the death of a computer, a new machine has been obtained, and bits and pieces are being restored and/or found as we speak. Just an update, and a check that I can still get into my own website. Seems I can.
A Brief Encounter in a Diner
Sunday, September 7th, 2008“I didn’t dream of being a waitress at 49,” she says.
“What did you dream of being?” I ask. And then I realize it’s entirely the wrong question, because past dreams don’t much matter, do they? “What do you dream of now?”
“Six weeks,” she says, “I return to San Francisco. To live with my daughter.”
So she […]
The Day After the Move
Sunday, September 7th, 2008In which our hero should find all his various bits and things scattered throughout a myriad of boxes, bags, and piles. Instead, he finds the computer perfectly fine (thus relating this bits of non-news), and that all the kitchen stuff (limited not just to silverware and plates, but also cooking utensils and food stuffs) still […]
Moving Day
Thursday, September 4th, 2008The walls are bare, but for the nails where once artistic oddities hung. Bookshelves are barren, and indeed de-shelved, and flanked by boxes filled with the tomes that once filled them. Whirls of dust have free run of the place in the final days. Saturday is The Day, officially and essentially, though some things are […]