Monthly Archives: January 2002

o caption, my caption

this photo needs a new caption. you’ve done well in the past (twice, even), so why don’t you good people tell me what GWB is really doing/saying?

fading blue light

when i was small, the highlight of a week would often be a saturday afternoon trip to kmart. the one in my hometown had popcorn poppers and icee fountains in the front, next to the entrance. and on your way out, you’d pass this wall of coin-op vending machines, the ones with a glass front

the right thing

Da Mayor: Doctor…Mookie: C’mon, what. What?Da Mayor: Always do the right thing.Mookie: That’s it?Da Mayor: That’s it.Mookie: I got it, I’m gone.- from Do The Right Thing (1989),directed by Spike Lee

five hours east

getting there is simple. two interstates and you’re there, at least you are if you are going from here. and they are incredibly nondescript, these interstates. interstate 20 shoots off of either hip of atlanta, like a pair of six-guns going east or west. a fairly straight shot that takes you to augusta, then on

just a cut

so i was just outside. i had to take the trash out. i stepped out my front door, went down the sidewalk and through the alley to the parking lot, passing my car along the way. out of the corner of my eye, i see that something is stuck under my wiper-blade. i took a

this post wot i made

in thirty-five days, i will be hopping on a delta jet destined for gatwick airport. in forty-two days, i will be walking wearilly back through the international terminal at hartsfield. during the seven days that hang between those two dates, i will wander through london, look at museums, marvel at the history, partake of the

hua? hua*

i saw blackhawk down last night. it left me drained and pondering, but moreso wondering what actually happen’d on 3 october 1993. needing some answers, or perhaps just some shared discussion, i posted my dilemma on mefi. * – hua. heard quite a bit in blackhawk down. reportedly stands for heard, understood, acknowledged.

siu lam juk kau

did anyone else manage to catch the cup a few years ago? sweet little movie. the plot is simple enough. you have a tibetan monastary sitting high on a hill above a village in the lower himalayas. the old monks are traditionalists, the middle-aged monks are earnestly stern and the younger monks…. well, they have

spare a euro

i was wondering what a euro looked like. now i know. and so do you.

the show must go on

you can keep your mamma mia. this is going to rule. i hope…. i always knew they would find someway to keep it going.