Shouts from the rear of the culture of fear
...and knocks on the box from the kid with two different socks from both sides of the tracks who fell through the cracks but developed a taste for sushi and oysters and herbs and dreams and Manhattans with Beam and picked up a full head of steam.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
E-mail up your ass all polite and shit
Just read a brilliant article about the trend of e-mailing between college professors and students. I just finished a month of back-and-forth e-mails between chairs and advisors, living and dead, within my grad program, so I had particular interest in this article.
Just to be clear, e-mailing and writing letters with pen and paper, sweat and tears, should be just about the same thing in my opinion. When you're hitting up your buddy to see if he's got any extra trim for you this weekend, you probably go about it the same way whether you're hitting him with a text message or writing with pen and quill and sealing it with a wax stamp. When you're e-mailing your professor, your boss, your king, your preacher and even your pimp it's just common sense to get a little more formal. I do.
There's so much more to talk about. E-mail is direct and power players hate that they can be reached so easily. That's the real story
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/21/education/21professors.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
He is attempting the perfect move; attempting to score a 10 in the long evening routine; expecting to be showered in flowers, wrapped in velvet sashes

I am an expert mover. I never thought it would happen but I woke up one morning, like a scared 5-year-old who is moments away from decoding and then it all clicks and he declares to the world, 'Yes! I can READ!', and turned over in bed realizing I dreamt of boxes perfectly stacked in the back of a van, properly lifted, restacked in a tin, insured locker on the side of highway 309 just a stone's throw from a neighboring gravel mine.
And then it was just a matter of fulfilling the prophecy.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Yes, Virginia, every day is Valentine's Day

Did you know that next April 3rd will be designated gas day? It's true. It's a celebratory push by the oil companies to make you really appreciate that viscous, smelly fluid stuff we pump into our gas tanks. So next April 3rd, pump twice as much! Fill your neighbor's tank, your coffee mug or just spray it on the street if you have to, but pump, pump, pump April 3rd away.
Don't be silly, every day is gas day, silly, don't be silly.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Dryer Lint Trap Etiquette

I'm trying to be nicer lately. This includes trying to reduce the intense anger I feel when I go to use a dryer in my building's laundry room and the lint trap is caked with somebody else's lint. I have never, never, never left behind my dryer lint.
I think it is possible to judge the character of an entire society by the rate at which they empty dryer lint.
Here's a site dedicated to lint...?



