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The Anarchist In Me

Monday, September 29th, 2008

Upon 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, 2008

There’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

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

Professionalism. Integrity. Innovation.
Is that too much to ask?

Half Up and Running

Saturday, September 20th, 2008

After 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, 2008

In 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, 2008

The 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 […]