Monthly Archives: November 2003

mental trimmings, part one

you watched the parade. you visited your relatives. you consumed turkey. and now you are ready to begin the holiday season in earnest. time to make your lists, check them twice, so on and so forth. but perhaps you need a little seasonal inspiration, and that’s where i can help with some random instances of

depression in three parts, rearranged (21 grams)

i’ve seen two films this week: the missing and 21 grams. i thought i’d finish the review for the missing first, but somehow 21 grams pulled to the front. you can read it at JIVE.

underworld understood

jewels has a conversation with karl hyde of underworld. Karl, you do know that in America, at least, you are what we fondly label a computer GEEK right? Oh really? I like that! Is that good? he responds laughing heartedly. yeah. i’ll be breaking out the trainspotting and hackers soundtracks when i get home.

life in every breath (the last samurai)

go read my review of the last samurai over at jive. then come back over here and brush up on your samurai legend and lore: the meiji period (1868 – 1912) – the beginning of modern japan the poetry of emperor meiji the tokugawa shogunate the satsuma rebellion of 1877 – the last stand of

thanks, but no thanks

several of you have received emails from internetseer about this site. they go a little something like: On Wed Nov 19, 2003 at 01:28:52 AM EST we were unable to reach your website … first of all, the site hasn’t been down today. secondly, if it was, the only person that needs to be notified

letters to george

“I know you, W. I know where you have been. You are the rich kid who avoided the draft. My friends, too poor to earn a deferment, found themselves in the 13 months of hell that was Vietnam. Yeah, you did the drugs, the drink, turned, in your own words, your mother’s hair grey –

my inner edward estlin

today i discovered genefilter. genefilter takes random thread text from individual metafilter posters (like me) and rearranges them into prose that barely approaches coherence. the results are something just this side of an e. e. cummings poem. Tom Baker does rock the TARDIS, but Romana (the 2nd incarnation – not the 1st) was a french

no key to be found

bad: “stuck on you” – lionel richie – the man had something when he was wailing with the commodores on “easy” … and perhaps i can allow him some happiness for singing “endless love” with diana ross … but “stuck on you” is probably the low mark of his career. he phones-in the vocals and

roll on, blogroll

roll on along… a bit of wierdness this morning… all of the links along the side were replaced with something else. apparently, someone went a wandering into the blogrolling code last night and had a little bit of fun. so i’ve started rebuilding my blogroll. if you don’t see yourself there, don’t be offended… just

if he runs and he wins, i’m leaving

the mouthpiece of fox news is eyeing the big chair. seriously. the house will be sold, the cats will be packed and plane tickets will be bought for somewhere over the pond.