Charging Blindly Ahead Into Politics
For me, This article pretty much sums it up. I know it's cheating to just quote somebody else and say, "Yep, I'm with him." But rarely have I been so captivated by an article, especially one that I picked up for free while having my car worked on.
Monday, September 16, 2002
Thursday, September 12, 2002
The BBC World News
I enjoy the perspective I get from listening to the BBC World News in the morning. For example, I heard Peter Jennings on television this morning saying something like:
Will President Bush be able to convince a reluctant United Nations of the need to attack Iraq?
OK, now that puts a slant on it, doesn't it? I mean, it pits him as David against Goliath, doesn't it? But wait.. wait... what if we actually don't need to attach Iraq? What then? On the BBC World News this morning:
Will the United States be able to strongarm the United Nations into agreeing to an attack on Iraq? And if so, will the UN have any credibility left?
What I don't understand is why. Why bomb the haystack to kill the needle? How many innocent people get killed that way? Just to avoid making this an ultra-serious post, I also enjoy listening to the BBC to hear certain reporters call him "Meester Booosh." We meet again, Meester Booosh.
I enjoy the perspective I get from listening to the BBC World News in the morning. For example, I heard Peter Jennings on television this morning saying something like:
Will President Bush be able to convince a reluctant United Nations of the need to attack Iraq?
OK, now that puts a slant on it, doesn't it? I mean, it pits him as David against Goliath, doesn't it? But wait.. wait... what if we actually don't need to attach Iraq? What then? On the BBC World News this morning:
Will the United States be able to strongarm the United Nations into agreeing to an attack on Iraq? And if so, will the UN have any credibility left?
What I don't understand is why. Why bomb the haystack to kill the needle? How many innocent people get killed that way? Just to avoid making this an ultra-serious post, I also enjoy listening to the BBC to hear certain reporters call him "Meester Booosh." We meet again, Meester Booosh.
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
Our Modern World
I really enjoyed the Rolling Requiem idea for today, and listened to the local one on the radio today. In case you had not heard of it, Mozart's Requiem was sung in 21 time zones today, each starting at 8:46 in that particular time zone (the time of the first plane crash).
On the other hand, our building managers are holding a commemorative... conference call.
I really enjoyed the Rolling Requiem idea for today, and listened to the local one on the radio today. In case you had not heard of it, Mozart's Requiem was sung in 21 time zones today, each starting at 8:46 in that particular time zone (the time of the first plane crash).
On the other hand, our building managers are holding a commemorative... conference call.
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Two-Loop Bob
My favorite post from the (finally updated!) Computer Stupidities page:
"First call, Monday morning. I knew it was going to be one of those days right from the start. The call wasn't going well at all. Bob, the customer, just wasn't getting it.
Me: Ok, Bob, type a capital 'B', then press enter.
Bob: A capital B?
Me: Right, capital 'B' as in Bob.
Bob: Capital 'B' as in Bob?
Me: Exactly. Capital B as in Bob!
Bob: (long pause) That's the one with two loops, right?
He became known as Two-Loop Bob from that moment on. His saga has been passed down from each call center generation to the next."
"Two-Loop Bob" shall henceforth be my univeral put-down. Muah.
My favorite post from the (finally updated!) Computer Stupidities page:
"First call, Monday morning. I knew it was going to be one of those days right from the start. The call wasn't going well at all. Bob, the customer, just wasn't getting it.
Me: Ok, Bob, type a capital 'B', then press enter.
Bob: A capital B?
Me: Right, capital 'B' as in Bob.
Bob: Capital 'B' as in Bob?
Me: Exactly. Capital B as in Bob!
Bob: (long pause) That's the one with two loops, right?
He became known as Two-Loop Bob from that moment on. His saga has been passed down from each call center generation to the next."
"Two-Loop Bob" shall henceforth be my univeral put-down. Muah.
Monday, September 09, 2002
Boobs, Post Script
Done with radiation! I had a chat with the nurse, and she told me that I can expect to be a little tired now and then, I may have some pain in my shoulder or my rib cage, and all the skin will peel off my boob. All the... what?? Great, that will be attractive. Of course, it is still a fairly bright shade of red at this point.
My fiance says that I look like I have been driving with one boob stuck out the window.
Done with radiation! I had a chat with the nurse, and she told me that I can expect to be a little tired now and then, I may have some pain in my shoulder or my rib cage, and all the skin will peel off my boob. All the... what?? Great, that will be attractive. Of course, it is still a fairly bright shade of red at this point.
My fiance says that I look like I have been driving with one boob stuck out the window.
Thursday, September 05, 2002
Boobs, Week 7: The Final Week
As of this morning, I only have two more treatments left. These final ones are focused on the site of the cancer, and so the underside of poor Lefty is already on the mend. In order to target the correct area, we had a ten-minute holding still session, followed by the ceremonial drawing of a circle-ish shape on my boob. Now, I am part of their tribe.
I'm not supposed to wash the circle off, since they need it for the last five treatments. You know how mothers tell their children to wear clean underwear in case they are in an accident? I have been a tad fearful that I will get in an accident this week and they will have to cut off my clothes. What do you think paramedics would make of, say, a bright blue circle on the victim's boob? Yeah, that's what I thought, too.
As of this morning, I only have two more treatments left. These final ones are focused on the site of the cancer, and so the underside of poor Lefty is already on the mend. In order to target the correct area, we had a ten-minute holding still session, followed by the ceremonial drawing of a circle-ish shape on my boob. Now, I am part of their tribe.
I'm not supposed to wash the circle off, since they need it for the last five treatments. You know how mothers tell their children to wear clean underwear in case they are in an accident? I have been a tad fearful that I will get in an accident this week and they will have to cut off my clothes. What do you think paramedics would make of, say, a bright blue circle on the victim's boob? Yeah, that's what I thought, too.
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Nuggets of Wisdom
-For food safety, you should wash your hands for the amount of time it takes to sing the first verse of Old MacDonald.
-It is nearly impossible to get the song Old MacDonald out of your head, once it is stuck there.
-There is a combination laundromat/tanning salon in Delaware Ohio. It is called the Wash and Tan.
-When older people get married, there will be Viagra jokes.
-Bob Evans is everywhere.
-For food safety, you should wash your hands for the amount of time it takes to sing the first verse of Old MacDonald.
-It is nearly impossible to get the song Old MacDonald out of your head, once it is stuck there.
-There is a combination laundromat/tanning salon in Delaware Ohio. It is called the Wash and Tan.
-When older people get married, there will be Viagra jokes.
-Bob Evans is everywhere.
Monday, September 02, 2002
The Leprechaun Gets Hitched
We were in Michigan for a few days, for my fiance's grandmother's wedding. Yes, his grandmother. She will be 70 this year. She stands about 4'11" so we occasionally call her a leprechaun. Anyway, she met a guy through a friend of hers, and started meeting him for breakfast at McDonald's every morning. After a great deal of soul searching ("I'm never getting married again, no way!") she decided to marry him. She was pretty cute about the whole relationship, for months she denied that he was her boyfriend ("We're just friends!"), and so forth. Despite my continual playing of "Here Comes the Bride" the day before the ceremony, she flatly refused to walk down the aisle. She did ask me to play a prelude... ten minutes beforehand. But it turned out OK, I mean, at least nobody left. I think her refusal to walk down the aisle comes from the 11th commandment of the Midwest, "Thou Shalt Not Be Made a Fuss Over." Just for that, I'm posting a picture of her here. Ha! Nuggets of wisdom from the trip later.
We were in Michigan for a few days, for my fiance's grandmother's wedding. Yes, his grandmother. She will be 70 this year. She stands about 4'11" so we occasionally call her a leprechaun. Anyway, she met a guy through a friend of hers, and started meeting him for breakfast at McDonald's every morning. After a great deal of soul searching ("I'm never getting married again, no way!") she decided to marry him. She was pretty cute about the whole relationship, for months she denied that he was her boyfriend ("We're just friends!"), and so forth. Despite my continual playing of "Here Comes the Bride" the day before the ceremony, she flatly refused to walk down the aisle. She did ask me to play a prelude... ten minutes beforehand. But it turned out OK, I mean, at least nobody left. I think her refusal to walk down the aisle comes from the 11th commandment of the Midwest, "Thou Shalt Not Be Made a Fuss Over." Just for that, I'm posting a picture of her here. Ha! Nuggets of wisdom from the trip later.
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