Y’all were missed.
I had a fantastic time in San Francisco with Amanda Mae, Kelsey, and India. We broke bread and ate goat.
a thousand faces, 3
on the cancellation of UFO Hunters
It throws up questions big time, has this got something to with the government? Are there not enough people watching this show? Or do people really not care about Aliens and UFOs? I think it’s a little bit of all them.
The Office is nothing but a bunch of comedian jewish people(nothing new), millions of other shows just like them:
Hate to say it, after reading books and reading the internet. I found out that Jews run the ball game in Hollywood, in fact they have most control of the United States. I don’t want to get into that right now.
“Megan Wants a Millionaire,” need I say more! Come to find out one of the candidates in the show cut his girl friend up into pieces, nice huh? What was he doing on the show if he had a girlfriend anyways.
I mean do I really want to learn about truckers that drive on ice or how people chop down trees. One world “boring!”
I think the general public is very stupid anyway.
This is Fermi 2
Sounds like a Muppet name, doesn’t it?
Last week I drove to Michigan on business south of Detroit and saw these cooling towers in the near distance. I’ve seen them from I-75 before, but they always seemed so far off the highway. I was mesmerized, couldn’t get close enough. I asked the nice man at the gate if I could drive closer to take pictures and he said, “you can drive to those pylons up ahead and make a u-turn and get on outta here.” He didn’t say it, but “little Missy” was implied by his tone of voice.
The first Fermi reactor (Fermi 1) suffered a partial meltdown and a release of radiation in 1966 during a test run. Engineers were able to intervene and contain the radiation, but the accident caused quite a scare and even prompted some officials to initially consider evacuating portions of southeastern Michigan, including the city of Detroit. Fermi 1 finally began operating again in 1970, but shut down for good in 1972.
But everything’s okay now!
Musical Stairs
A creative way to promote exercise.
incorrect Bob Dylan
Lay, Lady, Lay.
Lay across my big ass bed.
I Should Kick Myself
The entry into the garage. We had new siding put on the house three…four? years ago. At the time, they also put in new garage doors with openers, new windows in the media room (a 10′x25′ room on the south side of the house). Why I didn’t include this door in the deal is a mystery to me. I remember thinking, “Ooo, this is too much money.” But, honestly, what would another three or four hundred dollars have done to the loan, lien on the house over the course of fifteen years?
Nevermind the decaying concrete ruined by ten years of throwing “snow-melt” on top of it, that now needs to be ripped out and replaced. “All in good time,” I keep thinking. “All in good time.” And then there’s the landscaping. Oh, fuck it. The shoemaker’s kids go without shoes.
from the comments
On the other hand, desires and dreams can be simultaneously robust and fragile, and a few words of heartfelt encouragement from a mysterious stranger can change a person’s life.
from the spam
It’s not actually my practice to post comments, but I thought I would say that this was outstanding.
It’s not actually my practice to post comments, but I thought I would say that this was outstanding.
It’s not actually my practice to post comments, but I thought I would say that this was outstanding.
It’s not actually my practice to post comments, but I thought I would say that this was outstanding.
It’s not actually my practice to post comments, but I thought I would say that this was outstanding.
I just said
The song they’re singing next door sounds like Jimmy Buffett singing ‘The Best Part of Waking Up Is Folgers in Your Cup’.
photo out of context
I met the President
Washington D.C. is a strange place.
We carry on here, aware of but largely untouched by the politics that storm and swarm around us. My Washington is art, music, bars, running, house parties, farmers markets and community. I am an outsider to the insiders.
Yesterday was an exception when in a frenzy of surreality, I shook the hand of a man that so embodies the political contest. He came to my office to speak about jobs, greener energy, and where we go from here. I stood behind him on CNN.
I listened to his speech and I thought about why he was in our office. We are fortunate — we’re a successful start-up with no shortage of jobs and we have a company culture that advocates creativity, intellectualism, and fun. I am paid well to do what I love. But he came here to tell the press that “yes, 36,000 more people lost their jobs last month, but we’ll pull through”.
36,000 families go without, and the President congratulates me for continuing to do my job. I’ve never felt more viscerally aware of how blessed I am.
Bye-Bye, Boner Party
Today Ned Hepburn shut it down. Boner Party, perhaps the greatest bait-and-switch blog of our time, (I’ll distract you with breasts but really I’m going to talk about how it’d be great to just settle down.) is over and done with.
I’m sad to see it go, but I think the last post sums it all up.
Baby
February 24, 2010. Dutton Drive. Dallas, Texas.
Sometimes you find things exactly when and where you expect to find them. When I entered my late mother’s house, I expected to find this old baby doll of hers in a drawer in a closet in what used to be my bedroom. And there it lay.
Talking politics
From my friend Jerry:
I read recently that the United States is more politically divided today than it has been at any time in it’s history since the civil war. I read that many friends and families can’t even sit down to a decent meal and have a civil discussion about the politics of the day without someone storming off before dessert.
Today via numerous outlets all of us can get our current views and prejudices reinforced daily by seeking out like minded media and conversation.
…
How about we all try a little listening. How about we all, just one time every day or so, engage someone who we know has a different perspective from ours and listen to what they have to say.
No seriously, really listen.
Stupid
It may very well be the most terrifyingly destructive force in existence.
What are your thoughts?
The probate hearing
was in what they call the Old Criminal Courts building. On the wall of the room in which I swore my oath was a photograph of the trial of Jack Ruby.
On Writing, Publishing, and Living
In an age with an unprecedented amount of published material, both printed and electronic, these words ring even truer.
“We need more true mystery in our lives. Hem. The completely un-ambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most at this time. There is, of course, the problem of sustenance.” – Evan Shipman to Hemingway (in A Moveable Feast)
Lately, I’ve been wondering if sitting quietly in a café, pretending to read a newspaper, and not writing is the most earnest expression in our age: no echoes of language, nothing to reblog, just pure unmitigated self sitting with self. I might, after a time of blank staring, find myself constructing sentences in my head, maybe a paragraph, simply letting the words roll around in my mind. I will not. I repeat. I will not write them down. They are my secret sentences, not yours.
I try to do this at least once a week.
from the spam
Who knows anymore, things are getting realy wierd lately.
That little girl from Texas
People who didn’t live pre-Internet can’t grasp how devoid of ideas life in my hometown was. The only bookstores sold Bibles the size of coffee tables and dashboard Virgin Marys that glowed in the dark. I stopped in the middle of the SAT to memorize a poem, because I thought, This is a great work of art and I’ll never see it again.
(via Austin Kleon)
one pad to rule them all
Alan Kay, a designer at the legendary 1970s Xerox Palo Alto Research Center, on the iPad:
When the Mac first came out, Newsweek asked me what I [thought] of it. I said: Well, it’s the first personal computer worth criticizing. So at the end of the presentation, Steve came up to me and said: Is the iPhone worth criticizing? And I said: Make the screen five inches by eight inches, and you’ll rule the world.
In the Boom Boom Room
In order to pierce the crust of Dallas, Texas subcultures, it helps to know someone who grew up here.
Redemption
Sorry I’ve been quiet of late. I have much to share that may or may not be of interest to ‘flockers, but this glimpse into the mind of my late Uncle Ray (through a letter to his friend Jim) may provoke:
The once “Bro. Jim”,
After prayer and meditation the Lord, in His wisdom and compassion, has led me to extend the hand of civility and forgiveness to you who have fallen so far from the fold. But I do not want to place undue emphasis on how far you have fallen or the depths of your depravity but rather on the Hope that shines eternal through His grace and redemptive power. It is truly grace because you, of all people, have through your sins, blasphemies and contemptuous behavior, earned an eternity in hell. If you escape your destiny only grace can account for it. It warms my heart to extend a gracious welcome back to the fraternity of the true believers, the promise keepers if you will. All you need to do is open your heart. It matters not that you reek of fish, gin, campsmoke and possibly loose women (could not tell from the fish odor) so long as you are sincere in your confession of sin.
Come as you are as we softly sing “Just As I Am”.
You cannot imagine how my heart swells to see a sinner return to the Truth as I see it. You should be aware that the Lord’s forgiveness is complete and total but mine is more exacting. Lacking the supernatural powers to see into your heart, I must judge by outward behavior. You would serve your rehabilitation well by inviting Joyce and me up to a Cardinal game before the season is over. That would be a splendid sign of an intent to climb out of the cesspool of degradation and self-elevation that you have inhabited.
You were once a good boy. I’ve been told that. By you, but it was convincing at the time. Open your heart. Accept this lifeline. Put on the raiments of salvation and join me when we celebrate for an eternity. Just put your hand on the computer and say “Bro. Ray intercede for me because I am lost and unworthy but I want to be found and redeemed.”
Jesus and I patiently wait,
Bro. Ray
Spiritual Warrior
These letters keep my dear Uncle alive for me. I hope you enjoy them too.
Amy said
You’re a douche bag if you watch YouTube on a horse.
this unique 18-minute genre has its own requirements
From a Wired article on how to ace a TED Talk:
“I’m surprised to see that half the people here know my career in some detail and the other half don’t know who I am,” he says.
Science is fine, but not when it messes with our illusions.
If she had included solar power and African child warriors, it would have been so perfect a TED talk that there would have been no need for others.
Wolfram wraps his talk by saying that when it comes to trying to boil down the universe to a simple algorithm, “it’s almost embarrassing not to at least try.”
“Just because someone has an ego,” he says, citing a writer whose name I can’t read from my scribbled notes, “doesn’t mean he’s wrong.”