Friday, August 31, 2007

Long live Hilly

Hilly Kristal, owner of CBGB, August 2005

Photo by Scott Gries for Getty Images
Republished in the New York Times

Scott / NYT, if I'm not allowed to post your photo, please let me know and I'll gladly remove it. But it's a great photo. Thank you.

Can't Stop

The best song ever. EVER.

DAMMIT. I was going to post the youtube for RHCP's Can't Stop, and apparently the corporate, er, people at Warner have insisted it be removed. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if it was RHCP themselves. As much as I completely love that song, the band is turning out to be extremely miserly. Love the guys, but too bad their fans have become a business. Sigh.

So I bought it on iTunes. Enjoy the $1.99, Warner. That doesn't even buy a Happy Meal.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

15,000 days and Burning Man

A friend of mine arrived at Burning Man today, celebrating the 15,000 day of his life. Not so inconsequential, considering the battle he has waged to get this far. I think of my silly complaining about the stress of work, and think I should be more satisfied that I have no such battle to wage. But then, I think, I don't have any such battle to wage and I am not rejoicing nearly as thoroughly and constantly as I should be. And usually I'm pretty good at that. Have to get my act together. Will do it. Starting now.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Long live Wild Bill

It's been so crazy at work this week, I didn't even hear the news that Wild Bill Hagy died Monday. He was 68. Long live Wild Bill.
This photo is from the Baltimore Sun. There isn't any photo credit given, unfortunately. Kudos to the photographer; it's a wonderful shot.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

reality check

My client project is holding evacuation training for each of the buildings where we work. It's very detailed and well thought-out. Regardless of the type of emergency, it's a good plan.

Still, it sparked some mourning for the life we used to be able to live. Why can't we all just get along?

And no, that's not a rhetorical question.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

things I freecycled today

  1. lots of binders
  2. art fridge magnet set
  3. vacuum cleaner bags
  4. glass vases
  5. typewriter

still to be claimed
6. sardines
7. blue plastic purse

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

drawring

...as Mike Myers used to say on SNL.

drawing personality

  1. You tend to pursue many different activities simultaneously. When misfortune does happen, it doesn't actually dishearten you all that much.
  2. You are a thoughtful and cautious person. You like to think about your method, seeking to pursue your goal in the most effective way.
  3. You like following the rules and being objective. You are precise and meticulous, and like to evaluate decisions before making them.
  4. You have a sunny, cheerful disposition.

What does your drawing say about YOU?

Monday, August 13, 2007

YAY

we got a lovely large blue plastic "treat ball" from a freecycler whose dog Owen didn't take to it. DAISY LOVES IT. so far, it is still in one piece. AND THERE WAS MUCH REJOICING.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

extreme ironing

Matsuzawa irons a shirt on the highest peak of Mount Fuji in mid-July. (Photo courtesy of Extreme Ironing Japan)

Mainichi Daily News is one of my favorites for interesting - and sometimes odd - stories. But this one really takes the cake. Extreme ironing?? The guy didn't fake it, either. He hauled a generator up Mount Fuji so he could iron properly.

PostSecret

I like this site. I haven't bought the books, but I'd like to.

Friday, August 10, 2007

appreciate

There is a Native American proverb which says "don't let yesterday use up too much of today."

Sort of related to this is a patient update from Miles Levin. Miles is 18. His cancer is now beyond treatment. But his journey has been deeply insightful. This CarePages entry is from 2005. Click on his name at the end for a link to the site.

"I was thinking how you start out with a big bucket full of golf balls, and you just start hitting away carelessly. You have dozens of them, each individual ball means nothing so you just hit, hit, hit. One ball gone is practically inconsequential when subtracted from your bottomless bucket. There are no practice swings or technique re-evaluations after a bad shot, because so many more tries remain. Yet eventually you start to have to reach down towards the bottom of the bucket to scavenge for another shot and you realize that tries are running out. Now with just a handful left, each swing becomes more meaningful. The right technique becomes more crucial, so between each shot you take a couple practice swings and a few deep breaths. There is a very strong need to end on a good note, even if every preceeding shot was horrible, getting it right at the end means a lot. You know as you tee up your last ball, "This is my final shot, I want to crush this with perfection; I must make this count." Limited quantities or limited time brings a new, precious value and signficance to anything you do. Live every day shooting as if its your last shot, I know I have to.

I found out today 5 year survival rates are just 20%." -
Miles Levin


Thursday, August 9, 2007

there it goes

Someone once wrote that they don't get upset when things get broken. Instead, they imagine that at some point in the future, everything will be broken. Then, when something breaks, they simply say, "there it goes." And this makes them feel better about the natural order of things.

The dog broke the cat food bowl after climbing onto a chair to get to it. I'm still annoyed. Bad dog mommy.

Oh wait. I can use the shards for mosaic projects. Okay. There it goes.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

reasons the asterisk is legit

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does this really need any discussion?
problem is, a lot of guys should probably have one.
a clean game would be good. maybe not as interesting, but probably still good.

things the dog has chewed to pieces, v.infinity+1

18. corner of the bed in her crate.

weird, considering the availability of a chew toy and a chewbone in there with her. this was overnight too. dog psychology, beats me.

Friday, August 3, 2007

August

It's August. It's hot. I worked fourteen hours on a Friday. I'm whining.

Okay. I feel better now. Thanks.