Monthly Archives: May 2001

slightly humiliating..

blogger is slow. or maybe it is just me.i had one of those slightly humiliating moments of shifted self this morning. okay, perhaps it is not as maslovian as all that, but it was embarrassing, or at least as uncomfortable as an experience can be when you are the only one immediately present to bear

wotapalava

what is wotapalava? i can find nothing definitive about it online, but it is listed on pollstar. whatever it is, it will be bringing rufus wainwright to lakewood hifi buys amphitheatre on july 15. excellent.

extro two

back and visible (albeit plagued by one annoying banner ad), may i represent to you: extrospect. if you want to contribute, let me know and i will send you the means to pitch into the fray.

funny chicken

i bring you industrial double entendre humor from the pages of poultry magazine.

blogspotting

the extrospect section of my site has been AWOL for months now, but i think i have found a solution. it will involve employing blogger‘s free blogspot service (which is down for a couple of days for maintenance). so stay tuned, true believers, and your outlet for occasional rant and discussion will be returned to

blogvoicing

it appears that blogvoices, the add-on that allows me to get witty feedback and commentary from all you lucky people (you lucky, lucky people) is taking a (hopefully) temporary dirtnap. so i have removed the functionality for the time being, as it was dragging the load time for my page down to an embarrassing standstill.

48 hours on a landspeeder

“who am i?!? why i’m your worst nightmare… i’m a jawa with a badge.”(with apologies to reggie hammond.)

mia familia

i have a brother. see?

afternoon in the dead mall

lunchtime. go to the mall-that-time-forgot. in need of cash, i circle around the joyless food court carousel to the nationsbank bank of america ATM. while standing in the one-body deep line, i notice that the carousel is serving as amusement to two smallish girls, one middle-aged female, and one tired-of-life male. one of the smallish

bookspotting

purchases made today at the used book shop at highland and virginia:- tom stoppard, every good boy deserves favor and professional foul- paul schmidt, the plays of anton chekhov, a new translation- timothy ferris, the whole shebang: a state of the universe report