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Since 1975

I've been listening to Republicans whining about how they are victims of prejudice. It's so banal. So many prejudices, so many victims. All of us need to look in the mirror when we make ourselves victims. All of us.

Since 1975

I've been listening to Republicans whining about how they are victims of prejudice. It's so banal. So many prejudices, so many victims. All of us need to look in the mirror when we make ourselves victims. All of us.

Noticing Women & Men

In the last week or so K has begun to notice when I find someone attractive. It is a tad strange to find myself watching some beautiful woman walking away and having K say, "Yea she's cute."

I don't know yet whether she has been noticing this for a while and not mentioning it. Or maybe she just started to see it. I'm inclined to think it's the latter.

Yesterday she pointed out a woman to me who she thought I would find attractive. It turned out several minutes later when the woman walked by again that K has good taste. Who knew?

Alison's Beautiful Pen

i didn't know i would be afraid of everything all the time until i started being afraid of everything all the time.

Designframe's New Site

is very nice. href="http://www.designweenie.com/blog/index.php"
>James did a great job. I under stand completely the joys of 1995 design. I have been thinking very seriously about building a little thing I've been contemplating using 'lowsrc.' I don't even know if it's been deprecated away or if it is a functionality still lurking in the bones of "modern" browsers.

Apparently href="http://www.uark.edu/~wrg/netscape/lowsrc.html"
>not.

Why I Didn't March This Time

"If you want to protest that it's not OK to send your kids to fight, that's OK. But please don't claim to speak for the Iraqis."

I agree so whole heartedly. I detest the notion from the left that we shouldn't have invaded Iraq because it would cause Iraqi deaths. I detest the notion from the right that we are somehow liberating Iraq.

Surely these are effects of any decision which was made. But the parameters of the decision has to be the selfish interest of the United States. Invading Iraq was a capricious and irresponsible act by a criminal. Lying about weapons of mass destruction is only one aspect of the lies these scumbags spread about the invasion.

Bush must be removed from office. Impeachment is too good for this fool.

Fun is what we do for ourselves.

Everything else is just entertainment.

In the latest quiz...

I am "The Twins" from the Matrix Reloaded. I'm bad, but with a sexy streak - surprisingly refreshing. I know what I want when I want it.

Now if I could only figure out that transparent ghost move I'd be all set.

Latest Fun Spam, No. 3

Download Patriotic Curses

Rayne Today

The truth is the war isn't over. It won't be over until all our service people are home, until my stepson is home.

It may not be over even after this landmark. For some people the last war is still not over. For others, Vietnam is still not over.

And that's another truth that will have to be taken in measured, painful doses.

Captain America

is a dirty low down terrorist. No wait.

You know you are living through weird times when some putz movie critic assails comic book characters for not supporting the troops. At times like these it feels as though my country is simply going to die from the heartache of it all.

This would be the point at which those who are more enlightened than me would simply scream, "Micheal it's a friggin comic book hero! Jesus wake up and get a clue there are serious problems developing in our political culture that are far more dangerous than A FRIGGIN COMIC BOOK CHARACTER!"

Speaking of comics, we'll leave Mr. Medved to his rosie palm for now, the fine crew at Fantagraphics are having serious financial problems. If you have any interest in their catalog now would be a good time to pick something up. May not be able to do so in the not too distant future.

Women Prefer Single Dads, British Poll Finds

The poll for FQ, the nation's first magazine for fathers, found that almost 40 percent of women would have sex on the first date on account of the man revealing his love for his children in conversation.

hhhhhmmmmm...this certainly hasn't been my experience. I'd think "run for the hills" is more accurate.

Interestingly enough shortly after I posted this I was told by a young lady I recently met that a single dad is a plus in her book. I'm not holding my breath. But it is nice she told me that. I can't begin to tell you how often they simply run for the door after the realize their visions of a white picket fence and 2.5 kids may be a bit more complicated than their daydreams.

Alison's Beautiful Pen

i didn't know i would be afraid of everything all the time until i started being afraid of everything all the time.

Designframe's New Site

is very nice. href="http://www.designweenie.com/blog/index.php"
>James did a great job. I under stand completely the joys of 1995 design. I have been thinking very seriously about building a little thing I've been contemplating using 'lowsrc.' I don't even know if it's been deprecated away or if it is a functionality still lurking in the bones of "modern" browsers.

Apparently href="http://www.uark.edu/~wrg/netscape/lowsrc.html"
>not.

Why I Didn't March This Time

"If you want to protest that it's not OK to send your kids to fight, that's OK. But please don't claim to speak for the Iraqis."

I agree so whole heartedly. I detest the notion from the left that we shouldn't have invaded Iraq because it would cause Iraqi deaths. I detest the notion from the right that we are somehow liberating Iraq.

Surely these are effects of any decision which was made. But the parameters of the decision has to be the selfish interest of the United States. Invading Iraq was a capricious and irresponsible act by a criminal. Lying about weapons of mass destruction is only one aspect of the lies these scumbags spread about the invasion.

Bush must be removed from office. Impeachment is too good for this fool.

Fun is what we do for ourselves.

Everything else is just entertainment.

In the latest quiz...

I am "The Twins" from the Matrix Reloaded. I'm bad, but with a sexy streak - surprisingly refreshing. I know what I want when I want it.

Now if I could only figure out that transparent ghost move I'd be all set.

Latest Fun Spam, No. 3

Download Patriotic Curses

Rayne Today

The truth is the war isn't over. It won't be over until all our service people are home, until my stepson is home.

It may not be over even after this landmark. For some people the last war is still not over. For others, Vietnam is still not over.

And that's another truth that will have to be taken in measured, painful doses.

Captain America

is a dirty low down terrorist. No wait.

You know you are living through weird times when some putz movie critic assails comic book characters for not supporting the troops. At times like these it feels as though my country is simply going to die from the heartache of it all.

This would be the point at which those who are more enlightened than me would simply scream, "Micheal it's a friggin comic book hero! Jesus wake up and get a clue there are serious problems developing in our political culture that are far more dangerous than A FRIGGIN COMIC BOOK CHARACTER!"

Speaking of comics, we'll leave Mr. Medved to his rosie palm for now, the fine crew at Fantagraphics are having serious financial problems. If you have any interest in their catalog now would be a good time to pick something up. May not be able to do so in the not too distant future.

Women Prefer Single Dads, British Poll Finds

The poll for FQ, the nation's first magazine for fathers, found that almost 40 percent of women would have sex on the first date on account of the man revealing his love for his children in conversation.

hhhhhmmmmm...this certainly hasn't been my experience. I'd think "run for the hills" is more accurate.

Interestingly enough shortly after I posted this I was told by a young lady I recently met that a single dad is a plus in her book. I'm not holding my breath. But it is nice she told me that. I can't begin to tell you how often they simply run for the door after the realize their visions of a white picket fence and 2.5 kids may be a bit more complicated than their daydreams.

Congressman Barney Frank - Representing the 4th District of Massachusetts

"As we read the First Amendment to the Constitution, the United States is a 'free speech zone'. In the United States, free speech is the rule, not the exception, and citizens" rights to express it do not depend on their doing it in a way the President finds politically amenable . . . . We ask that you make it clear that we have no interest as a government in 'zoning' Constitutional freedoms, and that being politically annoying to the President of the United States is not a criminal offense.

A must read...the Constitution, what's that?

Industrial Design Wisdom

"Creating lipstick for an honest prostitute is one thing. Creating deodorant for her pimp is another."

- href="http://www.artandculture.com/arts/artist?artistId=575"
>Victor Papanek

When Last We Left Our Hero

he was explaining to us, in great detail, the reasons for invading Iraq. Let's listen in and maybe we'll learn something.

Congressman Barney Frank - Representing the 4th District of Massachusetts

"As we read the First Amendment to the Constitution, the United States is a 'free speech zone'. In the United States, free speech is the rule, not the exception, and citizens" rights to express it do not depend on their doing it in a way the President finds politically amenable . . . . We ask that you make it clear that we have no interest as a government in 'zoning' Constitutional freedoms, and that being politically annoying to the President of the United States is not a criminal offense.

A must read...the Constitution, what's that?

Industrial Design Wisdom

"Creating lipstick for an honest prostitute is one thing. Creating deodorant for her pimp is another."

- href="http://www.artandculture.com/arts/artist?artistId=575"
>Victor Papanek

When Last We Left Our Hero

he was explaining to us, in great detail, the reasons for invading Iraq. Let's listen in and maybe we'll learn something.

Study: Condoms in Schools Not Linked to Teen Sex Rate

Teenagers at high schools where condoms were available were no more likely to have sex than other teens, a study published Wednesday finds.

The Safer Sex Pages

are transitioning to a new host. Don't worry. All previous content will be available again in the next few days.

This means you... href="http://www.plannedparenthood.org/cinci"
>Planned Parenthood of Cincinnati.

I Match Myself for a Date

on Nerve and I come up with a transexual. Who knew?

Study: Condoms in Schools Not Linked to Teen Sex Rate

Teenagers at high schools where condoms were available were no more likely to have sex than other teens, a study published Wednesday finds.

The Safer Sex Pages

are transitioning to a new host. Don't worry. All previous content will be available again in the next few days.

This means you... href="http://www.plannedparenthood.org/cinci"
>Planned Parenthood of Cincinnati.

I Match Myself for a Date

on Nerve and I come up with a transexual. Who knew?

Gay Reality TV

Similar in format to ABC's "The Bachelor," "Boy Meets Boy" features an eligible man looking for love in a pool of 15 potential mates. But in a twist worthy of the bogus baron on Fox's "Joe Millionaire," some of the suitors are actually heterosexual men who were paid by the program to pretend to be gay -- unbeknownst to the eligible bachelor.

Oh this is very funny. The folks behind this must be complete idiots. Let me spell it our for you boys. Erections are pretty damn hard to fake. If these guys are like most guys I know the old gaydar will dispose of the faux faggots in no time at all.

I'm laughing my ass off.

The Matrix Reloaded (kottke.org)

Trinity says:
Now that he's done it once, Neo won't stop reaching into my friggin' body and massaging ... "body parts," if you catch my drift. It was nice to have him save my life and all, but this is really getting tiresome.

by Trinity on May 24, 2003 at 11:44:17 ET

Gay Reality TV

Similar in format to ABC's "The Bachelor," "Boy Meets Boy" features an eligible man looking for love in a pool of 15 potential mates. But in a twist worthy of the bogus baron on Fox's "Joe Millionaire," some of the suitors are actually heterosexual men who were paid by the program to pretend to be gay -- unbeknownst to the eligible bachelor.

Oh this is very funny. The folks behind this must be complete idiots. Let me spell it our for you boys. Erections are pretty damn hard to fake. If these guys are like most guys I know the old gaydar will dispose of the faux faggots in no time at all.

I'm laughing my ass off.

The Matrix Reloaded (kottke.org)

Trinity says:
Now that he's done it once, Neo won't stop reaching into my friggin' body and massaging ... "body parts," if you catch my drift. It was nice to have him save my life and all, but this is really getting tiresome.

by Trinity on May 24, 2003 at 11:44:17 ET

Whenever you hear

a man speak of his love for his country it is a sign that he expects to be paid for it.

- H. L. Mencken

John Derbyshire

apparently cannot think his way out of a paper sack.

Whenever you hear

a man speak of his love for his country it is a sign that he expects to be paid for it.

- H. L. Mencken

John Derbyshire

apparently cannot think his way out of a paper sack.

The Problem With the DotCom

Back in the heady days of the dot com explosion it got so difficult to deal with technology vendors because they were hiring so fast they hired idiots and fools straight out of school who had no expereince and who constituted layers and layers of management. This was absolutely terrible because perfectly compatent firms one day had engineers and reps who could carry on reasonable conversations about their products and help to devise solutions for their customers. And then the next day these people were gone, replaced by fools.

So here we are several years later. The situation is different. Now I find vendors who are reasonably well versed in technical matters. But they bought sophisticated systems off the shelf from failed dotcoms and noone involved knows the nuts and bolts of these systems anymore. It was better before when staff knew the product well enough to talk about it. And in the event of questions knew enough the engineer who would know the answer. Now I find noone wants to admit they really do not know their applications and even worse they do not know they do not know their applications.

Someday I'm going to just put it all aside and develop my own applications again, like Brent. [bonus interview]

I probably wouldn't hire anybody for anything unless they had a weblog.

I feel the same way. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, I don't often do the hiring.

The Problem With the DotCom

Back in the heady days of the dot com explosion it got so difficult to deal with technology vendors because they were hiring so fast they hired idiots and fools straight out of school who had no expereince and who constituted layers and layers of management. This was absolutely terrible because perfectly compatent firms one day had engineers and reps who could carry on reasonable conversations about their products and help to devise solutions for their customers. And then the next day these people were gone, replaced by fools.

So here we are several years later. The situation is different. Now I find vendors who are reasonably well versed in technical matters. But they bought sophisticated systems off the shelf from failed dotcoms and noone involved knows the nuts and bolts of these systems anymore. It was better before when staff knew the product well enough to talk about it. And in the event of questions knew enough the engineer who would know the answer. Now I find noone wants to admit they really do not know their applications and even worse they do not know they do not know their applications.

Someday I'm going to just put it all aside and develop my own applications again, like Brent. [bonus interview]

I probably wouldn't hire anybody for anything unless they had a weblog.

I feel the same way. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perspective, I don't often do the hiring.

Scarlet's Walk

has been playing in iTunes for days now. I can't seem to get enough. Every single song feels as though I have been listening to it my whole life. It is so rare to have an album sound just so "right". Tori Amos continues to amaze!

I Have Just Seen

the smallest condom in the world and the biggest condom in the world. I am so dieing to tell you about it. But I can't just yet. Wow! Stay tuned.

Scarlet's Walk

has been playing in iTunes for days now. I can't seem to get enough. Every single song feels as though I have been listening to it my whole life. It is so rare to have an album sound just so "right". Tori Amos continues to amaze!

I Have Just Seen

the smallest condom in the world and the biggest condom in the world. I am so dieing to tell you about it. But I can't just yet. Wow! Stay tuned.

Gay Bashing in Green Lantern

In April last year, eight months after his introduction to the supporting cast, Terry did something few characters in comic books do: he revealed he was gay. In "Green Lantern" No. 154, which will go on sale in September, Terry is spotlighted in the first half of a two-part story about a downside of being proudly out. He will be the victim of a gay bashing. While the comic book industry over the years has introduced gay and lesbian characters, this is the first major story line involving a gay central character of a mainstream comic book.

Gay Bashing in Green Lantern

In April last year, eight months after his introduction to the supporting cast, Terry did something few characters in comic books do: he revealed he was gay. In "Green Lantern" No. 154, which will go on sale in September, Terry is spotlighted in the first half of a two-part story about a downside of being proudly out. He will be the victim of a gay bashing. While the comic book industry over the years has introduced gay and lesbian characters, this is the first major story line involving a gay central character of a mainstream comic book.

New Site Launch @ Condomania

We just launched our new site. Aside from days of delay and some still not settled technical details it's nice to finally have it see the light of a few million screens around the world. It's is far sadder than I imagined it would be to have the former site, one I have tended by hand since 1996, go by the way side. But I guess that's more familiarity than anything else.

In the new site we're going to begin a company wide blog. That and more details will follow after I can get my nostrils to admit air again.

Dynamics of a Blogosphere Story

must read

New Site Launch @ Condomania

We just launched our new site. Aside from days of delay and some still not settled technical details it's nice to finally have it see the light of a few million screens around the world. It's is far sadder than I imagined it would be to have the former site, one I have tended by hand since 1996, go by the way side. But I guess that's more familiarity than anything else.

In the new site we're going to begin a company wide blog. That and more details will follow after I can get my nostrils to admit air again.

Dynamics of a Blogosphere Story

must read

This Is A Good Thing

50 free presses now in Iraq.

This Is A Good Thing

50 free presses now in Iraq.

A Goldfish

swimming circles in a bowl, up high on a shelf, expounding theories as to why the whole world is a goldfish bowl.

A Tale Of Two Rock islands

I used to love Rock Island. In 1989 I went to the PiL, Sugar Cubes, New Order show at Red Rocks.

(Incidentally today is the 23rd anniversary of Ian Curtis' suicide - I so miss that chap.)

So myself and my posse (see I can use silly words too) went to Rock Island that night. We had travelled a long way to get to the show and fully intended to party it up as much as possible. I had long since moved away from Denver by this point but made it a plan to always hit Rock Island when in town. It turns out that Rock Island was throwing, unbeknownst to any of us, a party for the members of PiL, New Order, & the Sugar Cubes downstairs in the lounge.

Now I'm pretty used to meeting celebrities and attending these types of parties but back in those days I had no clue and ultimately got pretty excited when I discovered that the bands I so loved were present.

Upstairs, before I was aware of what was going on, I found this cute, cute, little girl who I immediately went up to ask to dance with me. She had a really great smile and walked with all sorts of confidence. I was smitten immediately, well as smitten as you can be when you've had a bit to drink and the music is so loud you can barely hear each other. Because of the way the crowd moved we ended up face to face and chest to chest so even if I had chickened out about asking her to dance I still would have ended up sharing body space with her.

She said no. She had just arrived and wanted to get acclimated before she danced with anyone. But she smiled real nice and pressed my hand and said "maybe later."

Meanwhile I became lost from my buddies as the crowd moved around us and she went down the stairs and I was alone. I often am alone in clubs because my priority is always to the dance. I soon found myself dancing to the Banshee's, & Front 242, and whoever else the DJ was spinning. On the stage some women in weirded out goth unifroms were doing slinky striptease movements and I was having a grand ole time.

Now downstairs my buddy R had vetted the situation and turned in a coup. Apparently this party for the bands was in a roped off section which was manned by, shall we say, less than professional members of our security elite. R is a very big guy. When he puffs himself up he can be quite intimidating and when he begins doing his various impersonations, well let's just say, he is quite convincing. So R puts on this very thick New Jersey accent, He stands next to the guy who runs the security at the rope for the band's party and begins giving him a critique of the way the place is being managed. He explains in detail how to improve the security situation, points out how various "fans" are broaching the lines and making it into the private party. He plies the security guy with compliments and begins filling his drink for him until all of a sudden R is now in charge of who can gain access to the party and who can't.

Upstairs some of us decide it's time to go downstairs and see what's going on after we have been told of the band members being downstairs. As we wander into the space we find our friend R smiling at us holding the rope in his hands and beckoning us into the party where we see various members of PiL, the Sugar Cubes, & New Order sitting at tables and laughing and talking as beautiful young women and men dance around them.

Needless to say we were all quite pleased with this turn of events. And before we had gone very far into the space I noticed the girl I had so fervently wanted to dance with upstairs. Feeling extremely cocky and pleased that we were in the party at all and that this beauty was here too I went immediately to her side and asked, in my most charming manner, if she would care to dance with me now. She brightened and said sure and we danced, laughed, and touched as the party spun around us.

After we had enjoyed each other's company for quite a while this big guy shows up. He was huge. Probably 6'5" 250lbs and the lights in eyes did not shine very bright. I don't know whether he was dumb or drugged out but he insisted that it was his turn to dance with my young lady. I was not at all happy about this but before I could do anything or even decide if I was going to stand up to the big guy she leans to him, he leans over to give her his ear, and after she says somethig quickly he walks off with a big smile on his face.

What was that about I ask? She leans into me and says I had him get us some beer. Dumbfounded is the only word I could use. The guy was happy to go away and bring her and I beer. And bring beer he did. She and I danced. He brought us beer over and over. It was really cool. (Can I use that word here?) Everytime he came over and started dancing with us and giving me the dirty looks like I was in his way she'd whisper in his ear and send him off on another errand. He'd smile and wag his tail and go do her bidding.

By this time it's getting well into the 2am hour and we are all totally exhausted. Our buddy who is the dry one and who has the car says it's time to fly. I ask the girl if I can call her sometime and she says she's from out of town, the music is winding down now & I notice she has an extremely unusual accent. I tell her I am as well having driven up to see the show at Red Rocks. She gives me a big hug and says perhaps we'll see each other again. And walks back towards the tables where there are still a few band members and crew gathered around.

With a big ole smile on my face and a skip in my step I race to catch up with my buddies on the street in front of Rock Island. They are all over me. Do you know who that was? How in the hell did you pull that off? Wow dude I can't believe "you" ended up with her? We thought you wouldn't be coming home with us. Damn, damn, damn!

Well you can probably guess this by now. I didn't know it until my friends explained and I later found photos of her but I had spent the evening dancing and cavorting with Björk. What a sweetheart!

Rosenberg On Easterbrook & Something Large Than Ourselves

Easterbrook, on behalf of Bush, chooses to draw a wildly oversimplified spectrum of personal belief: There seem to be no other choices besides "belief in something larger than yourself" or belief that "it's all an accident of chemistry." Yet the two positions are hardly exclusive. I can forthrightly say that I have no belief in any traditional deity; put me firmly in the "accident of chemistry" camp. Yet such an accident is hardly trivial -- it is itself full of beauty and wonder. It is very much "something larger than ourselves." Indeed, there are many things "larger than ourselves" that I, despite my failure to be a "person of faith," can and do embrace: Empathy, justice, generosity, creativity -- none of these require the walls of a church, or trust in a "higher power." Participants in institutional religions have no monopoly on the possibility of belief.

2 New Additions to the Reading List

• How to Save the World
• Why Your Wife Won't Have Sex With You

What Google

Leaves Out

I Walked Out

of 112 Santorum speeches, so there.

A Goldfish

swimming circles in a bowl, up high on a shelf, expounding theories as to why the whole world is a goldfish bowl.

A Tale Of Two Rock islands

I used to love Rock Island. In 1989 I went to the PiL, Sugar Cubes, New Order show at Red Rocks.

(Incidentally today is the 23rd anniversary of Ian Curtis' suicide - I so miss that chap.)

So myself and my posse (see I can use silly words too) went to Rock Island that night. We had travelled a long way to get to the show and fully intended to party it up as much as possible. I had long since moved away from Denver by this point but made it a plan to always hit Rock Island when in town. It turns out that Rock Island was throwing, unbeknownst to any of us, a party for the members of PiL, New Order, & the Sugar Cubes downstairs in the lounge.

Now I'm pretty used to meeting celebrities and attending these types of parties but back in those days I had no clue and ultimately got pretty excited when I discovered that the bands I so loved were present.

Upstairs, before I was aware of what was going on, I found this cute, cute, little girl who I immediately went up to ask to dance with me. She had a really great smile and walked with all sorts of confidence. I was smitten immediately, well as smitten as you can be when you've had a bit to drink and the music is so loud you can barely hear each other. Because of the way the crowd moved we ended up face to face and chest to chest so even if I had chickened out about asking her to dance I still would have ended up sharing body space with her.

She said no. She had just arrived and wanted to get acclimated before she danced with anyone. But she smiled real nice and pressed my hand and said "maybe later."

Meanwhile I became lost from my buddies as the crowd moved around us and she went down the stairs and I was alone. I often am alone in clubs because my priority is always to the dance. I soon found myself dancing to the Banshee's, & Front 242, and whoever else the DJ was spinning. On the stage some women in weirded out goth unifroms were doing slinky striptease movements and I was having a grand ole time.

Now downstairs my buddy R had vetted the situation and turned in a coup. Apparently this party for the bands was in a roped off section which was manned by, shall we say, less than professional members of our security elite. R is a very big guy. When he puffs himself up he can be quite intimidating and when he begins doing his various impersonations, well let's just say, he is quite convincing. So R puts on this very thick New Jersey accent, He stands next to the guy who runs the security at the rope for the band's party and begins giving him a critique of the way the place is being managed. He explains in detail how to improve the security situation, points out how various "fans" are broaching the lines and making it into the private party. He plies the security guy with compliments and begins filling his drink for him until all of a sudden R is now in charge of who can gain access to the party and who can't.

Upstairs some of us decide it's time to go downstairs and see what's going on after we have been told of the band members being downstairs. As we wander into the space we find our friend R smiling at us holding the rope in his hands and beckoning us into the party where we see various members of PiL, the Sugar Cubes, & New Order sitting at tables and laughing and talking as beautiful young women and men dance around them.

Needless to say we were all quite pleased with this turn of events. And before we had gone very far into the space I noticed the girl I had so fervently wanted to dance with upstairs. Feeling extremely cocky and pleased that we were in the party at all and that this beauty was here too I went immediately to her side and asked, in my most charming manner, if she would care to dance with me now. She brightened and said sure and we danced, laughed, and touched as the party spun around us.

After we had enjoyed each other's company for quite a while this big guy shows up. He was huge. Probably 6'5" 250lbs and the lights in eyes did not shine very bright. I don't know whether he was dumb or drugged out but he insisted that it was his turn to dance with my young lady. I was not at all happy about this but before I could do anything or even decide if I was going to stand up to the big guy she leans to him, he leans over to give her his ear, and after she says somethig quickly he walks off with a big smile on his face.

What was that about I ask? She leans into me and says I had him get us some beer. Dumbfounded is the only word I could use. The guy was happy to go away and bring her and I beer. And bring beer he did. She and I danced. He brought us beer over and over. It was really cool. (Can I use that word here?) Everytime he came over and started dancing with us and giving me the dirty looks like I was in his way she'd whisper in his ear and send him off on another errand. He'd smile and wag his tail and go do her bidding.

By this time it's getting well into the 2am hour and we are all totally exhausted. Our buddy who is the dry one and who has the car says it's time to fly. I ask the girl if I can call her sometime and she says she's from out of town, the music is winding down now & I notice she has an extremely unusual accent. I tell her I am as well having driven up to see the show at Red Rocks. She gives me a big hug and says perhaps we'll see each other again. And walks back towards the tables where there are still a few band members and crew gathered around.

With a big ole smile on my face and a skip in my step I race to catch up with my buddies on the street in front of Rock Island. They are all over me. Do you know who that was? How in the hell did you pull that off? Wow dude I can't believe "you" ended up with her? We thought you wouldn't be coming home with us. Damn, damn, damn!

Well you can probably guess this by now. I didn't know it until my friends explained and I later found photos of her but I had spent the evening dancing and cavorting with Björk. What a sweetheart!

Rosenberg On Easterbrook & Something Large Than Ourselves

Easterbrook, on behalf of Bush, chooses to draw a wildly oversimplified spectrum of personal belief: There seem to be no other choices besides "belief in something larger than yourself" or belief that "it's all an accident of chemistry." Yet the two positions are hardly exclusive. I can forthrightly say that I have no belief in any traditional deity; put me firmly in the "accident of chemistry" camp. Yet such an accident is hardly trivial -- it is itself full of beauty and wonder. It is very much "something larger than ourselves." Indeed, there are many things "larger than ourselves" that I, despite my failure to be a "person of faith," can and do embrace: Empathy, justice, generosity, creativity -- none of these require the walls of a church, or trust in a "higher power." Participants in institutional religions have no monopoly on the possibility of belief.

2 New Additions to the Reading List

• How to Save the World
• Why Your Wife Won't Have Sex With You

What Google

Leaves Out

I Walked Out

of 112 Santorum speeches, so there.

Juliana's Band

has a website. One of these evenings I'm going to hit the Temple Bar and check them out.

The Sheriff's Cruiser

is from the "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" to be released in 2004. It was parked in the alley behind my apartment a few weeks ago. I never saw the first one and seriously doubt I'll see the remake. Horror flicks really just don't do it for me. I like the car. Great lines.

In other news, I am apparently a celebrity. Who knew?

I See That

Bush's Vanity Fair is going swimmingly. Screwed the pooch didja?

Juliana's Band

has a website. One of these evenings I'm going to hit the Temple Bar and check them out.

The Sheriff's Cruiser

is from the "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" to be released in 2004. It was parked in the alley behind my apartment a few weeks ago. I never saw the first one and seriously doubt I'll see the remake. Horror flicks really just don't do it for me. I like the car. Great lines.

In other news, I am apparently a celebrity. Who knew?

I See That

Bush's Vanity Fair is going swimmingly. Screwed the pooch didja?

Have You Ever

sat in the back of a police cruiser wearing the bracelets jammed sitting on your hands the air an electric sizzle in the night?

Have You Ever

sat in the back of a police cruiser wearing the bracelets jammed sitting on your hands the air an electric sizzle in the night?

The Doc Searls Weblog : Thursday, May 15, 2003

href="http://doc.weblogs.com/"
>Doc quotes Gary Flake, the chief scientist at href="http://overture.com/"
>Overture, in the latest href="http://forbes.com/"
>Forbes " href="http://www.forbes.com/home/free_forbes/2003/0526/100.html"
>All Eyes on Google"

"Web search is the most challenging field in computer science," says Flake. It calls on skills in operating systems, network architecture, artificial intelligence, linguistics, probability theory and fuzzy logic. A relevance ranking may evaluate relationships among words, page links, even a page's word count. He aspires to a search system with the ability to index 100 billion documents without falling apart.

Flake plans to add machine learning, which improves each search by drawing on past efforts. Data from human editors who currently review key words for their relevancy to Web pages will be keyed into the machine learning process.

Interesting enough just this morning I was perusing a spreadsheet sent from Overture to show how the current 100+ keywords we maintain could be augmented by additional keywords. The spreadsheet was well done and included different options for appearing 1st, 2nd, and 3rd in the listings. It included some very savvy keyword combinations which were based on differing formulas revolving around the current group. It was a pitch to essentially double our keywords while getting them at a substantially lower cost than our current average.

I was certain upon looking at it that this had been produced by machine logic. Others were certain this was done by hand by a real individual. I don't know for sure but Doc's quote makes me think I was probably right.

The Doc Searls Weblog : Thursday, May 15, 2003

href="http://doc.weblogs.com/"
>Doc quotes Gary Flake, the chief scientist at href="http://overture.com/"
>Overture, in the latest href="http://forbes.com/"
>Forbes " href="http://www.forbes.com/home/free_forbes/2003/0526/100.html"
>All Eyes on Google"

"Web search is the most challenging field in computer science," says Flake. It calls on skills in operating systems, network architecture, artificial intelligence, linguistics, probability theory and fuzzy logic. A relevance ranking may evaluate relationships among words, page links, even a page's word count. He aspires to a search system with the ability to index 100 billion documents without falling apart.

Flake plans to add machine learning, which improves each search by drawing on past efforts. Data from human editors who currently review key words for their relevancy to Web pages will be keyed into the machine learning process.

Interesting enough just this morning I was perusing a spreadsheet sent from Overture to show how the current 100+ keywords we maintain could be augmented by additional keywords. The spreadsheet was well done and included different options for appearing 1st, 2nd, and 3rd in the listings. It included some very savvy keyword combinations which were based on differing formulas revolving around the current group. It was a pitch to essentially double our keywords while getting them at a substantially lower cost than our current average.

I was certain upon looking at it that this had been produced by machine logic. Others were certain this was done by hand by a real individual. I don't know for sure but Doc's quote makes me think I was probably right.

It's So True

documents on the web are living. Looking through old archives and I find so many corruptions. Dead links, disjointed ideas, lapses in conscious or skill. Really appalling. So much compelling rearranging of deck chairs.

Note to Self

When someone sends you $150.00 through PayPal it is important to receive the money as soon as possible else it will return to sender and you'll have to go through the process all over again. Aaaaaarrrrghhh!

No Launch Today

as we are still a bit away from being ready. Actually I am all ready but, let's just say, others are not.

So on a completely different point I decided to whip out a strawberry cream pie tonight. (I've been planning to make one for well over a week) And the little one and I finished reading "The Mystery of Lilac Inn," the Nancy Drew book (no. 4) and we came up with a secret handshake in case she is ever kidnapped and the kidnappers send in an impersonator. Let's just make it perfectly clear that equipped with our new razzy ma tazzy secret handshake there will be no fooling the old parental unti as to the identity of said child, no sir'ee Bob!

Well, So Much

for 1pm. Maybe we'll make it by 2pm, lol!?

Note to Self

When someone sends you $150.00 through PayPal it is important to receive the money as soon as possible else it will return to sender and you'll have to go through the process all over again. Aaaaaarrrrghhh!

No Launch Today

as we are still a bit away from being ready. Actually I am all ready but, let's just say, others are not.

So on a completely different point I decided to whip out a strawberry cream pie tonight. (I've been planning to make one for well over a week) And the little one and I finished reading "The Mystery of Lilac Inn," the Nancy Drew book (no. 4) and we came up with a secret handshake in case she is ever kidnapped and the kidnappers send in an impersonator. Let's just make it perfectly clear that equipped with our new razzy ma tazzy secret handshake there will be no fooling the old parental unti as to the identity of said child, no sir'ee Bob!

Well, So Much

for 1pm. Maybe we'll make it by 2pm, lol!?

Back

with my ability to write during the day. I have been so busy lately I have not had a chance to post during office hours and have purposely kept the machine at home. Things should start to even out now. Lots of work to do on my infrastructure. Now I have to set up the move to a new host.

New Site Launch

on Wednesday 1pm PST. Let's see if we can make it!?!?

He & The Kid

Great piece. We are so unfair to kids. K & I are so fortunate.

Nothing Wrong

with a buddy helping you with a testicular exam.

said the spider to the

said the spider to the fly.

It depend's on what your definition of 'that' is.

If you are searching for "George Bush landing on the U.S.S. Lincoln," that's what you want to find, not 1,000 bloggers' personal opinions about George Bush's landing.

Who is the author of that?

The Leadership of a Scoundrel

Pander to the base's agenda. Pander to the public's desire. The long-term master plan isn't the end of big government. It's reelection.

The most important legitimate purpose of the government is to pay the bills. By definition, if the government does not have the payment down of debt and rational budgeting as it's top priority it is FAILING TO SERVE THE CITIZENRY.

For whatever his failings, and there were sure quite a few, Clinton presided over a bicameral agreement which PAID THE BILLS and paid down debt in a BALANCED BUDGET.

For whatever his failings, and there are quite a few, Bush presides over a unicameral agreement which DOES NOT PAY BILLS in a budget that is NOT BALANCED. My daughter is going to be paying for this bullshit George. You should be ashamed. You are a failure.

Look'n Fer A Wife, No Oral Sex Please!

So if you are that very special lady who's potbellied, flat chested, left handed, and a smoker... this guy loves you and wants to marry you!!!

Why I Won't Talk You Through Your Orgasm

When you call and I pick up the phone if you make that little gasp and ask me "How do I put on a condom?" I'm not likely to be nice to you. I realize you just want to get off. I know it may be confusing because yes, while I do know an awful lot about condoms, I really don't want to walk you through your orgasm. Yes, yes, it's true I have a sexy voice. And even though you've never seen me I can assure you I am a hottie. In fact I have talked many of my friends and lovers through their orgasms but hey, I'm working here. I am not your own personal phone sex representative. I know, I know the customer comes first but you see I won't be coming after you. Nope. Not gonna happen.

I know you hear it in my voice after you announce your need for lessons. I know that you think you are doing something dangerous, daring, and completely in line with your own kink but I'm bored by the whole script. I know when you are going to cum. I hear it all. You are so concentrated on your cock and that stroke you got going on that you think I am clueless about the whole deal. I know the script little man and I assure you you are not pulling a fast one on me. The fast one is you. (I know from the gasp you make as I pick up the receiver exactly how many seconds it would take you to get off if I tried) I'll string you along as far as needed to get you real close, all the time pretending I don't know what is going on, and then when you are about to let loose with your love juice I'll hang up on your ass.

Call a phone sex line little man and pay for it. That's the new rule. It's the new rule same as the old rule. Now, can I get back to work. Thanks!

Bill Bennett, Pussy

When I heard that Bennett was giving up gambling, I had two reactions. The first was uncharitable: What a fucking pussy! American adulterers, pot smokers, and homos put up with a lot more punishment from the likes of Bill Bennett than Bennett himself suffered last weekend. And have we tossed away our bongs, boyfriends, and babes on the side? NO! And why not? Because we're not a bunch of motherfucking pussies - unlike Bill Bennett, who can dish it out but can't take it.

Bonus Link: Sodomy Tour 2003: Four Days, Four States, Four Infamous Crimes Against Nature

When I Get Up In the Morning

I have an erection. It's really kind of cute when it sticks out, all proud, from my boxers. I am told that when I get old this will stop happening. That will make me sad I think. It makes me sad to think of myself without an erection.

Stanley Kurtz Prattles

on so. How many times do you really need to use the word epic? Find this man an editor, quick before he implodes.

The Daily Adventures of Mixerman

fuckin brilliant!

[sfn-list]

January '91 met L. Immediately smitten. Brilliant eccentric hottie.
December 24th '91 married L. After working 12 hour days for a month straight by a rabbi in my parent's family room.
December '91 moved to Austin. No work. Gave up good job to go.
Spring '92 the day of the LA riots get funding letter for Ph.D. program at UCLA.
Summer '92 move to St. Petersburg, Russia; Denver, CO; Los Angeles, CA. nuff said.

Started fighting from the moment we started the marriage. She had this irrational blindspot which just flew in the face of reality. And became self abusive when I wouldn't accept her delusions for reality. My defenses against this ultimately made me very sick as my reality got so warped it took me quite a while to regain my footing again. I still have a difficult time trusting folks like I used to. My whole demeanor has changed through this travail I went through with L.

Really bad stuff happens between us in LA. Then,

June 1994 K born. I knew in the midst of the labor that the marriage was no more. At one moment she looked at me with more hatred and poor malice than I have experienced before or since. I knew at that moment she wanted me dead. After birth PPD became a huge problem she would not admit.

Summer 1995 move to NYC. From 3 months on I have been K's primary. The plan from the very beginning was L would do her degree first and I would hold the family together and then I would do mine and she would do the caretaker thing.

Fall 1995 move to LA
Summer 1996 L & K go to Russia. L has breakdown. Brings K back to LA. I stay in LA working with K. L goes back to Russia.

Fall 1996 L returns to LA. Has another breakdown. We are completely broke. Can't afford anything but the doctors. Years and years of therapy is increasing and I can't make enough money taking care of K. L hurts K.

January '97 Sister has child. We go home. L says, "No matter what, never forget how much I love you." Will not touch me or allow me to touch her. Will not allow me to touch K or be touched by K. We fight all the way back to LA. She announces she is to have the child of her dissertation advisor's son who is married to one of her classmates and has a one year old son. And this child will be the second coming of the lord and we will all be blessed. Tells me I have to leave. I refuse. After she attempts to kill me with a knife and locks me out of the apartment I am on the streets with no job and no idea how ill I am or how ill she is.

April '97 Find a place to live. It's very expensive but the schools are good and I no that when I gain access to K again I will need a good school. I know that she will end up with me. It's obvious this is going to end in disaster for L. She has destroyed everything of value in her life. She holds K hostage. She has police interacting with her on a daily basis. She is delusion, hallucinating, and abusing K. Authorities refuse to intervene. I finally gain access to K once a week for 2 hours. K is terrified and tells stories to make my skin crawl.

August '97 L is involuntarily detained by the police. I get temporary custody of K from the county which has given us into the hands of child and protective services. K's father admits to molesting her as a girl. K is given choice of leaving state or being involuntarily committed for the foreseeable future. K leaves with father.

May '98 L returns to sue for custody. I am suing the county for custody and suing L.

August '98 I gain full custody. L is raped by her coworker. Takes herself off her medicine. K is fired from her job. Leaves town to become a stripper in San Francisco. Is arrested. Disappears.

December '99 L shows up and accuses me of sexually molesting K. Police show up on doorstep. Social worker, police officer and I go to K's school where she is yanked out of class and made to answer questions in the principals office. Next day wakes up with a gray hair. Police go away. L sleeps on stoop. Runs away screaming when we open the door to go to school.

January '00 we move. l no longer knows where we are. She has my lawyers address and other ways to contact me. But she won't sleep on doorstep again.

I don't know much about where she is or what she's doing anymore. We haven't seen or had any contact with her in 3 years. Out of a very large family of over 30 I have only had contact with a couple since '97. Those tell me that L is rarely around and noone knows much about how she's doing. But I don't ask and don't really want to know. I just want her to stay far away from K and I. Hope this helps.

Raed Is Back Online

Now every time the bombing starts my brother starts humming Nirvana's "Pennyroyal Tea"

Attorney General John Ashcroft

is visiting an elementary school. After
the typical civics presentation, he announces, "All right, boys and girls,
you can all ask me questions now."

A young boy named Bobby raises his hand and says, "I have 3 questions:
1. How did Bush win the election with fewer votes than Gore?
2. Why are you using the USA Patriot Act to limit Americans' civil
liberties?
3. Why hasn't the U.S. caught Osama Bin Laden yet?"

Just then the bell sounds and all the kids run out to the playground.
Fifteen minutes later, the kids come back into class and again Ashcroft
says, "I'm sorry we were interrupted by the bell. Now, you can all ask me
questions."

A young girl raises her hand and says, "I have 5 questions:
1. How did Bush win the election with fewer votes than Gore?
2. Why are you using the USA Patriot Act to limit Americans' civil
liberties?
3. Why hasn't the U.S. caught Osama Bin Laden yet?
4. Why did the bell go off 20 minutes early?
5. Where's Bobby?"

Amina Lawal Set to be Stoned to Death June 3rd

The Nigerian Supreme Court has upheld the death sentence for Amina
Lawal, condemned for the crime of adultery on August 19th 2002, to be buried up
to her neck and stoned to death. Her death was postponed so that she could
continue to nurse her baby. Execution is now set for June 3rd.

If you haven't been following this case, you might like to know that
Amina's baby is regarded as the 'evidence' of her adultery. The father denied
everything when he realised the trouble he was in.
To find out more about sharia law.

Amina's case is being handled by the Spanish branch of Amnesty
International, which is attempting to put together enough signatures to make
the Nigerian government rescind the death sentence. A similar campaign saved
another Nigerian woman, Safiya, condemned in similar circumstances. By March
4th the petition had amassed over 2,600,000 signatures. It will only take you a
few seconds to sign Amnesty's online petition. Go to the web page. [via CC]

I certainly hope that her excution is filmed. I hope it is on every tv set on every channel in every home on the planet. Live. I hope those who watch wash the blood from their smiles before they kiss their young.