Monthly Archives: June 2003

Cute girls and tension

A friend noted today that he couldn’t have an attractive woman give him a massage because he’d be incapable of relaxing in her presence. I noted that my inclination is the opposite: I tend to lack confidence in anyone displeasing-to-the-eye and have trouble trusting men, so after the Tour de Cure I gravitated (platonically) […]

Tour de Cure 2003

I have finished my first century since high school. I had enough energy left to run around the water park (which is surprisingly demanding) but now I’m drained. The chiropractic student was a godsend, my neck was killing me and she just pulled the right way and it was as good as new.
Average […]

Thanatos drive

I’d like to send a message to the gentleman who was driving a white Caravan westbound on I-64 to Brentwood south this afternoon with Missouri license 074 LGR: Just because your life isn’t worth living any longer does not grant you the right to endanger the rest of us, asshole.

If they can be stupid—-

On my morning drive I listened to a story by the local NPR affiliate on development in Chesterfield Valley. Needless to say, I’m offended by the myopia displayed by significant development in a flood plain that Mother Nature took back as recently as 10 years ago.
The tidbit that makes this worth logging is the […]

It depends on what you mean by “citizen”

Media walk on Ashcroft’s
leash.
Noted by Seattle’s evil bus driver.

Hardware interoperability

I’d love to use one of these fancy metal
mousepads, but it’s not compatible with my mouse.

The iPod is dead, long live the iPod!

Gir [yes, I name objects] went insane a few days ago; a total battery drain caused a cycle of odd behavior that quickly degraded to an endless reset loop. The good news is that it was painless to visit the local Apple Store, declare “it’s sick” and receive a new one (which has a […]

Sloth

I’ve been a blogging slacker as of late. Not that anyone cares what my publication schedule is, but I’ve had a few things bounce around inside my head crying to be persisted that have since fallen out. I desperately need a way to moblog, since I’ve given up carrying around a Palm.

Dreamlog

Recent dream scenes:
From the vantage of a camera placed atop a building, I view military convoys merging where two highway meets. Everything was orderly, of course, except where they had to dodge the 50-foot tortoise crossing the road.
And last night’s waking dream was done in stop-motion animation. The dream itself was of filmmaking; the […]

Muggles and Memetics

I joined Kristan last night for the release of the 5th Harry Potter book. It was quite surreal to see a bookstore packed with people, more surreal considering the not-quite-bookish nature of the crowd.
While there I picked up a copy of The Electric
Meme by Robert Aunger. It looks to be a serious discussion […]