We never talk anymore.

The fin de siécle is over and with it, everything old is just plain old again. The feel-good days of the last millenia officially ended Sep 11, 2001, as anyone with a grade school education will tell you. After that catastophe, Bush Jr., a compassionate divider, took the American nation on a hell of a bender that's still not quite over. My magic eight ball informs me that this great nation will end up naked, handcuffed to a park bench in some Chinese bus mall. Well, maybe not Chinese. An Indian bus mall is also an option.

Shucks, we not only took this nation on a frat boy party binge; almost every damn country in the world caught a contact high off the evil shit we were smoking. All of them - every single one - are patiently waiting for their own bad trips to end, knowing full well that even when they come around, well, that's when the flashbacks begin. Seriously, can you think of a single country that's happy to have Bush in power? Not Britain. Blair's been fighting to retain his position for years now. Definitely not Iraq. Poland. Ha, ha, ha.

Anyone else? Bueller... Bueller...

How about Mr. Most Wanted, His Graciousness, His Eloquence, OOOOOOOOSAMA BIN LAAAAAAAAAAADIN? </ed>

Heck, at this point, I'm sure the Big O couldn't be happier. Fact is, the way we're making friends these days, he doesn't have to send the suicide bombers anymore. We're bombing just fine without his help, thank-you very much.

So pass me my comfort food - the stuff that'll make me good and fat. Gimme a 64 oz Slurpee, too. I'll need some good old-fashioned calories to sustain me.

Hello, 1984.
Hello, McCarthyism.
Hello, Creationism.
Hello, Fascist Theocracy.

On the plus side, at least a Democrat wasn't elected into office with the mess Bush started. Poor guy'd have his hands tied trying to clean up the mess.
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I am a consumer whore, part deux

Bought a fire bowl from Target over the weekend. It's a knee-high table with a marblesque top. The center of the table can be lifted away, revealing a deep copper dish and fire grate. One piece of the surface arrives broken.

Not wanting to take an unwieldy 150 pound box back to Target, we opted on the single broken marble piece instead.

Customer service was pleasant yet ineffective. After showing the girl a phonecam picture of the box, she was able to figure out which department the item came from (seasonal). She called back, asked Mr. Seasonal to bring the piece up, and P. and I waited. We waited for fifteen minutes. Ms. Customer Service announced that she was leaving for the day, so she handed us off to Ms. Customer Service Jr., who already had her hands full, being both new and already busy. We waited some more.

P. suggested that he would head back to pick up the piece. Ms. Customer Service Jr. could only nod. I quickly followed before she got any bright ideas. Trust me: there was little need to worry about that.

So we headed back, raped the display model, and walked back.

Ms. Customer Service Jr: "Oh, did you find the box?"

Us: "..."

Ms: "Did you meet Mr. Seasonal?"

Us: "We just took apart your display model. Can we go now?"

Ms: "Oh uh! Um..."

We start inched toward the exit. As we're almost out the door, she offers up a final salvo: "Thank-you for shopping Target!"
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    Big Mama Thornton - Hound Dog


We got a bunch of MacMinis here at work. One engineer decided he needed a bunch of cheap computers to test some new network technology. Boss, after seeing me work on my laptop for a year, actually went for it; the minis being priced pretty reasonably for the task.

Here's the cool part: after the new technology test is done, Boss intends on handing them out, one per engineer. Goodbye Linux, hello something that Just Works.
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    giddy giddy

Powerbook surgery

Three days ago, I bought a 100GB hard drive, the kind that comes in a case that you plug into your computer with a USB2 cable. The nice thing about this drive is that it's a laptop-sized drive, a 2.5" drive. Let's see here. 4200RPM 60GB HD in Powerbook. 5400RPM 100GB HD in case.

How about we swap the two?

Want to read a torrid tale of twisted Torx bits and Powerbook guts?

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Louis Armstrong - Oops, I did it again

"Oops! I Did It Again" was recording in April, 1932 in a Chicago studio, most likely Nearlie's or West and Fourth. Cut for the Decca label by Louis Armstrong and elements of Zilner Randolph's touring group, "Oops!" failed to make the chart impact of "All of Me," another side recorded in the same session, and soon fell out of print.

The song remained all-but-forgotten until sixty years later when a young Britney Spears sent her interpretation of the Armstrong tune all the way to the top of the charts. to listen... and boy do you want to.
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    thankful thankful

Verve Remixed 3

How would you feel about an album that added equal parts Billie Holliday, Sarah Vaughn, and Dinah Washington with today's cutting edge DJ's and baked at 350 for an hour? I've heard one of the first two albums and it was good; really, really good. Enough to send me in a frenzy to the iTunes store when I heard there was a third bun in the oven. Well, it's been nine months and we have that album on our hands.

After listening to all of the 30 second preview clips, I can't say I like it. There are three, maybe four songs that aren't a complete insult to the original artist. Most of the songs are the musical equivalent to Bachelor's Cuisinart Stew, and that ain't a pretty pie, no sir.

I dig:

+ Billie Holiday's "Yesterdays" by Junior Boys

+ Nina Simone's "Lilac Wine" by the Autumn Leaf, what I could hear of it.

+ Astrud Gilberto's "The Gentle Rain" by RJD2

What the hell?!

- Adam Freeland: points lost for sampling Nina Simone sining the word "Fever" and playing scales with it.

- what the hell did RSL do to Sing, Sing, Sing? There's such a thing as playing behind the beat. This ain't it.


? Shirley Horn's "Come Dance with Me" by Sugardaddy; need to hear more.

? Sarah Vaughan's "Peter Gunn" by Max Sedgley; need to hear more of this one, too.

Listen for yourself: Verve Remixed 3 [iTunes] [Amazon]
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    disappointed disappointed

My mom: drug runner

My mom just returned from Peru, where she took a ten day vacation from ailing parents to see Cuzco, Macchu Pichu and the Sacred Valley. She followed in my very footsteps. The only difference is that I hiked the Inca Trail to MP and she took the train up instead.

Peru has several different climates. There's desert, rain forest, coastal habitats, mountains, and plains. A little bit of something for everyone. The soil is insanely fertile. One plant that grows well in the South American rain forests is coca. Coca leaf, in the unprocessed form, is quite legal in Peru. In fact, it grows so easily, there's little chance they'll ever abolish it. Good luck, Central America, good luck, Puritanical American Administrations; good luck.

Coca leaf can be chewed for a mild pickup. Stimulant-wise, this is about on par with having a cup of coffee. It can also be brewed as tea. In either form, it's pretty good on the stomach. It helps with digestion and quells nausea. I had several opportunties to personally test this. I can vouch.

The tea tastes, well, like green leaves boiled in water. It's not the best-flavored tea I've ever had but it's not too bad with a bit of sugar. Without coffee to start my mornings in Peru, I drank coca tea. I had hoped for yerba mate but that's more of an Argentine/Uruguayan beverage as I found out.

Mom, she got a pretty big kick out of the tea. It's hard not too. After all, cocaine is the yuppie killer, the rich mans' plaything, and the doom of the inner city. Coca leaf on the other hand, is, well, just your average leaf. It's hard to look at these modest almond shaped leaves and see any evil. Nobody every looked at the British with their cups, saucers, and cream tea and dove for the gat out of fear.

My mom; she didn't see the evil either. She bought two big boxes of coca tea bags and brought them right back to America. On the plane. In her luggage. Past customs. Past the drug dogs. On my return trip, I saw drug-sniffing dogs walking all over the luggage. Why her's didn't get yanked is anybody's guess. Still, they'd probably have a hard time disabusing my mother, the drug runner, of her little illegal tea bags.

Having made it this far, what the hell? I'm having her send me a box of tea by post. ;-)

Rock the pod

I have purchased my Federally-mandated iPod. Poker buddy last night mentioned a good deal that I followed him on. Costco has the 20GB model with a free pack of accessories from Belkin. The accessory pack comes with a pair of wraparound headphones, a cheap carry case, a dual RCA adapter, and the jewel of the kit: a backup battery pack (normally $40 or $50 by itself). Not too shabby. Since it's priced $20 cheaper than Apple to begin with, this is a good deal. Granted, you don't get the free etching that Apple does; oh well.

Next up is an iTrip or similar so I can listen to eBooks on my 30 minute commute.

</I am a consumer whore>
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    None; iPod's charging

So I heard my housemate having sex...

...and wasn't as bothered as I was back in college. Well, to be honest, I didn't hear my housemate having sex so much as his woman screaming her head off. I suppose I prefer it that way. In my book, other guys having sex should be like children; seen yet not heard. What am I talking about?! I don't want to see them either. If it's porn, a disembodied body part is fine; I can pretend it's mine. Looking at another guy's O-face? Not so hawt.

I can remember once in college listening to my bear of a neighbor getting it on. He was grunting, she was shrieking. It sounded like they were having try-outs for porn stars that night. Did I say night? I meant morning. It was sometime between two and three. Yeah, they woke me up.

I laid there thinking to myself, "well, at least it'll be over in a minute or two". No such luck. They went on and on and...

There are three things in life make me genuinely angry:

1. Being cheated
2. Not being included
3. Being unable to sleep

Well, they stumbled right over #3. I climbed down from the bunk-bed, put on pajama bottoms, walked across the hallway, banged on the door. All movement ceased.



"I'm trying to sleep over here."

"Oh, um sorry, Joshua."

They finished faster than a 16 year old with the fat cheerleader under the football bleachers and sleep, blessed sleep was mine again.

My housemate on the other hand? That was a dream. The screaming went on for well under a minute and they must have passed out soon afterwards. With this in mind, I'd like to take this time to nominate my housemate for Best Sex of 2004; Most Gentlemanly Category

Thank-you, all. Please vote [better than last November].
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