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Saturday, November 17, 2001

Bay Area Skywatchers?

So, assuming that you were going to Dinner and a Show until around 10:30 or 11, where would you go afterwards to see the Leonid Meteor Shower?

12:20 AM PST (link)

Will you talented people just quit it?

I'm not sure why, but this has been the week for redesigns for sites on my shortlist, and these aren't people who redesign their sites all the time. New art up on the walls at Noah's, patric's, Choire and Philo's, David's,Richard's. Then there are some of my favorite sweeties who've commented on either not enough content or not up their expectations of quality. Bah. I think it's just the zeitgeist that makes us question if what we're posting is of value. Even I have a couple of photoshop files in the works, but I have no idea if anything in them will appear here.

11:55 AM PST (link)

Straight-Acting Graphic-Swiping!

Hey, wait a minute!

I followed somebody's LiveJournal link to the new Straight-Acting.com Job Quiz. The quiz itself? Whatever. The surprise was scrolling down the page to see that they'd stolen my pinkslip graphic from this old story of mine without asking! I'm actually more amused by this than angered by it, but perhaps I'll send them a note asking for a link as repayment, anyway.

12:01 AM PST (link)

Friday, November 16, 2001

Hot Sauce or Hoisin Sauce?

So sleepy after my lunchtime burrito, which was not the tastiest thing I've ever eaten either. I've been nodding my head here at my desk barely awake, and consequently I'm not very interesting right now. Try these places instead:

•	Speaking of hot sauce (were we?), spend some time in the hallowed halls of The Condiment Packet Museum. I love the Internet. (Link via Chuck, who also pointed out these 'challenging' meat dishes from a trip to Shanghai. I had never contemplated how long a duck's tongue would be.)
•	"Enjoy your meal!" I found myself agreeing with this essay on Nicespeak—the growing corporatization of public language and speech. (Link via The Roommate.)
•	I also found myself nodding in agreement with a lot of these American Crusade 2001 Trading Cards. Topps won't be putting these in their set anytime soon.
•	And finally, interesting to see that some traditions live on: the XBox GREEN Screen of Death.

05:07 PM PST (link)

Thursday, November 15, 2001

Speaking of my Dark Faerie Mien...

An interesting phenomenon: round the end of October, mortals can sometimes perceive one's true nature.

01:23 PM PST (link)

Wednesday, November 14, 2001

Call me Ishmael.

Chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of the great whale himself. Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity. Then the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk; the undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale; these, with all the attending marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds, helped to sway me to my wish. With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been inducements; but as for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. Not ignoring what is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and could still be social with it—would they let me—since it is but well to be on friendly terms with all the inmates of the place one lodges in.

Today is the 150th Anniversary of Herman Melville's Moby Dick. I'll slip on a little Laurie Anderson to commemorate. Someday I'll have to go back and reread all the parts on whaling that our 8th grade English teacher advised us to skip, as they were "too boring."

10:55 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, November 13, 2001

Surface Treatments.

Signs you've been doing this too long, number 592: You conclude that the "styling sauce" hair product that promises to "texturize and distort" is therefore basically Adobe Photoshop for hair.

And if I really wanted the "sexy, slept-in look" that the bottle promises, I would have just slept in.

10:11 AM PST (link)

Sunday, November 11, 2001

Order, Out of.

I have to conclude that I've been a touch dysphasic lately; finding it difficult to put down text in an intelligible manner or, when I do, to identify firmly the line between metaphor and concrete realism. I've been writing the same diary entry for a few days now; and while eventually something will come out, right now the text document is a little scrambled...like an egg. I'm working on getting the words back into the shell, but it's slow going.

I'm not sure if it's merely a lack of sleep which has been clouding my mind or a life-threatening brain cloud. Regardless, I'd like to apologize to the Internet for unleashing my tongue upon it in confusing ways lately. Maybe this is a sign that I should do something artistic and (re)design something instead.

05:47 PM PST (link)