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|Friday, March 9th, 2007|
|Friday, January 26th, 2007|
|Sunday, December 10th, 2006|
|Monday, November 6th, 2006|
|Monday, September 11th, 2006|
|Sunday, September 10th, 2006|
"People can't believe that the man they thought was quite invincible is dead." Read more.
(I get news late up here in Canada)
|Friday, September 8th, 2006|
|Friday, August 25th, 2006|
|Taking the "fun" out of funeral...
Five people have been detained in China for running striptease send-offs at funerals, state media say. The once-common events are held to boost the number of mourners, as large crowds are seen as a mark of honour. But the arrests, in the eastern province of Jiangsu, could signal the end of the rural tradition. Read more at: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/5280312.stm?ls
. Stolen from casadetodd
, posted partially in response to being maligned by annaschmidt
for not posting anymore (“Those Canadians have computers, don't they?”)
|Sunday, August 13th, 2006|
|For the landlovers
British Columbia stretches from Washington up to the southern tip of Alaska along the west coast of Canada. With the ocean on one side and the Rocky Mountains on the other, there’s all manner of hills, prairie, forests, and beaches in between, often stacked right up on top of each other. We drove up the western coastline of Vancouver Island yesterday and took gravel roads down to hidden coves where waves crash on smooth pebbles, cliffs jutting up from the water occlude the distance, and pup tents dot the sand along down the forest’s edge—surfers camping here more to relax than ride. There are cougars and bears along the trails (which we didn’t see, thank goodness) and even in the city you’ll find ducks, loons, geese, and rabbits all over (whereas I’m used to dingoes, stray dogs, and giant cockroaches).
|Friday, August 11th, 2006|
|Yes, but what was on his iPod?
“He [Abdul Waheed] used to smoke weed and drink a lot, but he is completely different now,” said a neighbor, who refused to be identified. “He converted to Islam about six months ago and grew a full beard” and now Don Stewart-Whyte-Waheed, 21, from High Wycomb, one of the 19 suspects accused by British officials of planning to blow up U.S.-bound aircraft, just makes bombs at three thousand feet out of liquid explosives and MP3 player parts using a formula he learned on the Internet. In response to the new terrorist threat, mothers everywhere drank their own breastmilk from baby bottles in front of harried airport security guards.
|Tuesday, July 18th, 2006|
Probably out of morbid curiosity, I watched an episode of CSI: Miami
last night and was struck by how far gone from reality TV is. In this episode of the popular series, a conman hatches a ludicrous scheme. First he murders a rich guy by rigging his Jaguar’s brake mechanism, sending him crashing into the wall near his office. Then he poses as a widower and befriends the rich man’s widow at grief counseling. He hires two younger con artists to pose as his kids and they become a new family. But the whole point (which we find out in reverse) was to get a connection to another rich person in the nearby yacht club who happens to keep $50M in gold bars in his bedroom. And this is where it gets really imaginative.( Read more...Collapse )
|Monday, July 17th, 2006|
|Book of poems
I drew a book of poems from a shelf one night, read lines by candlelight spread—to read thin lines blurred thick with ample wine poured, drank, spilled across the floor—across the pages: shades drawn early; hour drawn late; eyes drawn heavy but held open yet, touched the words: the print loose and moving: print loses something under fingerprint touch, breathed the words in: lines ascended from the page to my lifted head, and understood the truth hidden there even as my mind drifts again and again like old driftwood away and away and then even( Read more...Collapse )
|Friday, July 14th, 2006|
You want these nuts. You know you want these nuts. These
nuts. These nuts right here. Come get these nuts. You know the nuts. These
nuts. Come get them nuts. Come get them nuts right here. Come here ‘n get these nuts right here. These
nuts. You know them nuts. You know you want them nuts right here. You want these nuts right here. Come on get them nuts. Come get them nuts right. Them
nuts. You know you know these nuts. You know them.
|Wednesday, July 12th, 2006|
|Dirty f-in’ refs
So forget about recent reports that pre-headbutt Algerian soccer star Zinedine Zidane was called a “dirty terrorist” by an opposing player (“I’m not cultured—I don’t even know what a [dirty] terrorist is,” responded [greasy] Italian thug Marco Materazzi, still catching his breath from the crushing blow to the chest, claiming ignorance though not denying the charges). No, the real
story is Germany’s World Cup Coordinator Juergen Kiessling, who attempted suicide just hours after Sunday’s final match and is currently recovering in a German hospital. In true Third Reich war bunker fashion, Herr Administrator shot himself in the head with a pistol (please, no World Cup jokes about missing at close range).
|Monday, July 10th, 2006|
|Ode to the talking man
The only thing I know about the schizoid in the corner talking rapid tongues to the strawberry milkshake in his hands is that he’s already gone somewhere I cannot follow; the only thing I know about the fat man in front of me in khaki shorts and shiny black dress shoes with black dress socks clinging to his ankles and climbing his legs like vines and a hearing aid and a bad blonde comb-over is that he’s someplace I can’t ever let myself go; and the only thing I know about myself is that I can no longer remember most of the things I’ve ever seen or heard or known (or thought I’d known) in these years reaching towards thirty—reaching beyond
thirty, if’n my health holds and I don’t off and lose my mind like my friend over yonder, talking faster and louder with more and more manic determination as the strawberry shake in his hand goes down.( Read more...Collapse )
|Wednesday, July 5th, 2006|
I don’t like to have my picture taken. Went to my 10 year high school reunion last month and didn’t get in the group photo. Stood on the sidelines with fellow rebel zorexplusalpha
and the rest went up there. Maybe it’s just old high school habits. For instance, I wasn’t in my senior yearbook. I’d missed picture day, didn’t show for any of the club shots, didn’t even make it into the index. But I did get my picture taken by surprise by shkspr13
two weekends ago when he came through town on a visit. He said I’d finally become a member of the counterculture, what with my beard and army surplus store paraphernalia. You be the judge.( Read more...Collapse )
|Thursday, June 29th, 2006|
The fourth day before the Fourth marks the fourth big opening weekend of the summer. Superman Returns
actually came out three days earlier, or four if you count the fourth day’s midnight pre-premiere. Its new Superman, Brandon Routh, is the fourth Superman, following Christopher Reeve, Dean Cain, and Tom Welling. This version is a sequel to the fourth Superman, Superman IV: The Quest for Peace
, the sequel to the sequel to the sequel to the original Superman
, itself not original but rather a big screen adaptation of the classic comic book series, created in 1932, released in 1938, and which reached full bloom in the post-War era. That timing is important because this renewed call for a square-jawed savior to save the future of the free world is reminiscent of the übermensch Superman of the Third Reich, a force bent on its own unholy Quest for Peace, making this undying devotion to laconic iconic leaders who would destroy all those Evildoers who would crash our airplanes into a sort of paranoid Fourth Reich in its own right.
|Tuesday, June 27th, 2006|
Quick and painless reviews of . . . United 93, Jaws, The Lake House, The Da Vinci Code, The Promise, The Omen, An American Haunting, A Prairie Home Companion, The Beauty Academy of Kabul, and One Wonderful Sunday.( Read more...Collapse )
This one actually feels like an offshoot of the recent “God damn meme” a few of you have done. Go to google/images and look up photos of famous people that people have said you look like before. And post em.( Read more...Collapse )