Archive for August, 2008


Okay, Day 4, DNC — I don’t know. I need a little more substance. But I feel for Obama because I’m sure he’s got detailed plans. It’s just that his constituency would fall asleep if he tried to tell them. The Nirvana song “Smells Like Teen Spirit” kept running through my head as I watched his speech. “Here we are now, entertain us…”

I’m guessing we’ll all know more once the debates roll around.

And you’ve made a shrewd choice Mr. McCain. I commend you on your strategy. Can’t wait to see how she handles herself. Here’s hoping for the best (and that Romney is slated for something Cabinet related…).

The Connells are back in my CD player after several years of obscurity. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed their college-radio style. Rhapsody is lacking their best albums — One Simple Word and Fun & Games — so here’s Boylen Heights, still pretty damn good. The first song I ever heard from them was “Fun & Games” as a mere apple-cheeked youth of 18 and I listened to it this morning on my way into work. It still makes me smile despite the cynicism of the actual lyrics. My suggestion is that you listen to it ASAP.

And have a fab weekend. I’ll be buying Lebanese cheese. Are you curious? Good…

UPDATE: oooh I almost forgot….GO DAWGS!!!!!!! Win that title boys. Give the finger to the non-believer and just move that football. It’s gonna be wild in Athens for the next few months…

UPDATE: cool…

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A few pre-lunch thoughts on the the DNC, Day 3. (I have some very detailed ideas but rather than use this forum as a place to start debate — when there’s no real chance of hearing the opposing viewpoint in any meaningful way — I’ll just say if you want to know more, ask. I’ll tell.)

1. There’s no way to overstate the historic event that took place in Obama’s nomination. I’m so pleased to live in a nation where we change the rules as we learn and grow, both legally and ethically — and then live up to the standards we set for ourselves. It was a marvelous thing and about time.

2. My choice of candidate remains firm. And I’m comfortable with that.

3. Bill Clinton needs to seriously get the f@*k over himself already.

4. They should have put Biden’s mom on the ticket.

That is all. Except that Charles Krauthammer is my new hero in intellectual acuity. I don’t know that I agree with everything he espouses but God his mind functions so methodically and his arguments are so well-reasoned that it just causes me to stop and really consider — just really consider. For the most part I look around and see a bunch of half-reasoned arguments being touted as Gospel truth and for someone to just explain themselves and what they think to the degree that there are no holes to exploit — well that’s just a beautiful thing.


[Happy Birthday Em! — uh, yesterday…I can be so bad…but if it makes you feel any better I called my dad today and he had to take another call on his cell so he put me on hold and sort of forgot about me. So, ya know, I come by it honestly… You’ll be benefiting from the guilt for a while.]

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The new version of Firefox looks like Safari. Just sayin’.

My brother sent me this. I thought it was funny…

And this one goes out to all my favorite boys. Take some notes…

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My feet are camera hogs

Enjoy a few pics from the beach. Forgive the blurriness of some. I’m still playing with the lenses and settings on my camera and am working out the kinks. I’m playing catch up for a few days and therefore have little to say. But I have been watching the Dem convention and I’m sure — almost 100% certain — I’ll have a few opinions in a couple of days…till then…

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Up the Beach

After I clean the bathroom, finish a freelancing piece and go for a run, I’m headed South to Fernandina Beach. Never mind that’s there a hurricane there right now — will that stop this intrepid traveler (and her fierce friends)? No. No it will not.

I had to go get some coffee this morning when I woke to discover an empty can — this is something akin to finding that dude Jigsaw from Saw standing in your kitchen: a true horror scenario. As I was driving back I noticed some graffiti on the side of a building. I’m assuming the writer wanted to spell the word with two “a”s because of the angry scrawls that accompanied the phrase but it came out “I love [it was actually a heart] Satin.”

Satin is nice.

This one goes out to the Help Desk.

ps: Shana, thanks and I like you, too and Bets I will pass along your sage words to the haters. Blogging is useful for venting. And apparently getting a little sympathy. You guys rule.

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UPDATE: Pity party over. Amen. Read at your own risk…

Mom, Pop — I know you taught me to be strong in my convictions, to be clear about what I think, to educate myself in order to make informed decisions and to own what I know to be true even in the face of hostility and — sometimes even worse — unpopularity.

But dammit everyone hates me. Even people that like me hate me. And I keep getting yelled at. Can’t I just give in and pretend that the contradictions make sense and the inexperience is immaterial? Please? I’m losing all my friends…

I hate election years. Lucky for me I tasted the sting of ostracism early so I know I can survive it. But it sucks. It really, really does.

My cool friend at work introduced me to this artist and the lyrics of this song made me feel a little better. Thanks Larry. But hey man, don’t get to know too much about me cause I don’t want you to discover you hate me, too.

Bad day mates. Bad day.

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It is best not to taunt the most winningest Olympic athlete in history before competing against him because he might respond by making you think you’re actually going to win until the last 15 meters or so when he smokes your arrogant ass. You got so owned.

Just sayin’.

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