1. Snow--more SNOW! And I have to drive down to Boston to pick up Brian this afternoon.
2. My iBook screen is flickering (not that Flickr) between light and dark. I know its over three years old but, baby, say it ain't so! Everyone clap for iBook.
Back in NH as of yesterday afternoon and missed all the NYC Colin Meloy shows. Honestly, I have nothing against a blizzard when I do not have any place to get to. But I'm holding a grudge.
So yesterday was the worst day of the year? Odd, since the power in my apartment went out for an hour last night too. I read my homework by candlelight thought it never felt more authentic as a result.
The 'Gilmore' Noodge: Amy Sherman-Palladino: "I tried to get Christiane Amanpour on the show. And I refuse to give up. And I tried to get Angela Davis on the show. And I tried to get Noam Chomsky on the show. The man is booked up for the next two years, by the way. Noam Chomsky is very busy. But we got Norman Mailer on the show."
Brian and I came down to NJ for the weekend for a small family reunion and a chance to see Colin Meloy perform as Moz in a hoody at Fez. Unfortunately, a blizzard, rather a BLIZZARD, has decided that no one is going anywhere tonight. Damn. The next task is to try to get back to NH for class on Monday morning. Who's afraid of a white-out? I might just be.
63 neglected cats discovered during traffic stop: "A routine traffic stop Wednesday led to the discovery of more than 60 sick and hungry cats in the back of a moving van driven by a 71-year-old woman...
Lyle said she had a cat. But when the officer opened the back of the truck, he discovered 63."
Classes begin again tomorrow. Unfortunately, I did not complete all of my vacation tasks, such as watching all ninety-two movies in my Netflix queue, reading the pile of novels next to my bed, or fixing the supports under the bed. Nor did I finish Paper Mario or paint a masterpiece. Life is too short, you know? I am definitely ready to get back to work now though. From the first semester I learned to plan ahead and look for the larger picture sooner than the reading period. Soon enough, the groove will be hit again.
US voters 'endorsed Iraq policy': "President George W Bush has said his re-election has vindicated his administration's policy on Iraq...
In an interview in Sunday's Washington Post he said that his re-election was an 'accountability moment'."
Perhaps he is forgetting about the 49% of the country that voted against him, and thus, for accountability. Also see How Bush Really Won.
So, yeah, I was trying to figure out if I liked the Joanna Newsom record (uh, maybe, sorta) earlier this week and now she is my second top artist. Really, I swear it's not true! This is worse than before!
The other morning I combed my hair and went to court to observe an arraignment hearing. While most of the cases were for minor traffic violations, a handful were for misdemeanors with a chance at jail time. The court played an introductory video of the arraignment process and rights of the parties involved. The video was hard to hear. If I were facing jail time, I would want someone to talk slowly and explain things over and over. I understand the efficiency aspect of the video, but something just doesn't sit right with me.
Also, my hair will not stay combed and starts waving around. This reminds me why I decided, some ten years ago, not to comb my hair any more.
Just like the passing of the seasons, the time has come again for the passing of the Assistant District Attorney on Law & Order. However, none of the others ever got to utter the famous (and random and ridiculous) last words: "Is this because I'm a lesbian?"
And a million heads in TV-land exploded. No, really, WTF?
Even though today is Mac geek day in San Francisco, I have a more general question.
Anyone have advice on the best way to save/back up emails on a CDR? I assume that copying the .mbox file will suffice, but Mail.app can be tricky tricky. Any hints, or am I on the right track? In return for advice, I will back up our email conversation for posterity or new archive medium (whichever comes first).
Plan for Ramone statue inspired by Reagan: "Ramone's widow, Linda Ramone, said he had great hopes for the statue. 'He wanted people, the fans, to come from all over the world and get to see it. He wanted it to be bigger than Jim Morrison's grave.'"
I think I'm falling in love with Bree Van De Kamp because of a) her sweater sets, and b) her organized garage. Still, I wish she would pull off the wig.
[However, I wish the show were not the muse for nearly all the spam-mail that is sent.]
After watching the documentary The Congregation when Ms. Stroud comes out during her sermon, I would like to take back what I wrote earlier about closure. There is (shamefully) not going to be closure on this for a long, long time.
A 9,000-Pound Fish Out of Water, Alone in Alaska: "She played in the snow. She played the harmonica. She snacked on hot dog buns and hay, chewed on birch bark and snorted. Still, it was impossible to answer the question that is causing so much consternation: is Alaska's only elephant happy?...
But whether Maggie, a 22-year-old native of Zimbabwe, is depressed because she is spending another dark and freezing winter in Alaska has been the subject of a long and charged debate... Alaska Zoo officials decided to keep her in Anchorage for now but came up with an unusual proposal to improve her exercise situation: They plan to build this 9,120-pound elephant a treadmill."
Back in New Hampshire since Tuesday afternoon. The apartment is now mostly therapized (sic): some biddles thrown out, some new shelves... Like a woman and her haircut, perhaps only I notice the difference.
My finger is officially healed. Well, it's as healed as its going to get. The doctor made a joke that I wasn't a violinist. I replied that I wasn't, but I am a double bass player. He didn't laugh!
Although I do like Billy Bragg, I am not sure how he became my top AudioScrobbler artist. To remedy this situation, iTunes has been playing nearly all day with *anything* to change this. I'm not a socialist, really--I like scented candles!
Much more exciting, next week I am going to enter the halls of radio waves as a pledge drive phone volunteer. Yeah, yeah, pledge drives are annoying, but I've always wanted to see the inside of a public radio station.
New Year's Day was strangely warm. I stood outside in the sunlight in a t-shirt and watched a honey bee take a lap around. Will P took Brian and I down to the beach at Cape May. We rang in the new year with two games of cribbage that I handily won with a dose of beginner luck.
Perhaps I am spoiled by Buffy and other, for the cursory nature of this entry, post-modern superheroes but I wish the Incredibles had addressed the idea of normal versus special in the society more in depth when the father, I believe, mentions that society praises mediocrity. Great, now let's explore that concept in depth... nope, the movie is over. So close to greatness--at least it was pretty and incredibly close to greatness.
Usually the seasonal mixes are focused on new music, or "new" at least to me. Winter 2004 is supplemented with a few older songs as deadline was advanced due to five hour car ride necessitating the (crucial) need for a new mix.
"A Fairytale of New York" Kirsty MacColl
"Return Of The Grievous Angel" Gram Parsons
"The One You Love" Rufus Wainwright
"He Woke Me Up Again" Sufjan Stevens
"Johnny Cash" Sons And Daughters
"---------" The Decemberists
"Positive Tension" Bloc Party
"Hey Mr. Rain (Version One)" The Velvet Underground
"Decent Days and Nights" The Futureheads
"Getting Nowhere In A Hurry" Roy Budd
"Levi Stubbs' Tears" Billy Bragg
"Little Boy Soldiers" The Jam
"Sullivan's Social Slub" The Fiery Furnaces
"Wall Of Death" Richard & Linda Thompson
Note: Billy Bragg is a real drag to listen to during the holidays. Alternately, he is a (moderated) antidote to consumerism.
