Monthly Archives: February 2004

Out of My Own Loop

Spent the day at home yesterday. Me in a Nyquil haze on the futon under a stack of blankets and a couple of cats. I left the house just long enough to get some chicken soup from Chick-fil-A and return some DVDs to the Zipman, but then it was back home and back to sleep.

Now It’s Your Turn

The UN Weapons Inspectors didn’t have much luck. British Intelligence assumed poorly. Our men and women in the field are turning up very little. So to whom does the CIA turn when Iraqi WMDs just can’t be found? They turn to you. We will carefully protect all information you provide, including your identity. Of course

Victory Dean-ied

Clay Shirky is waking up from the dream of a Dean regime and documenting his realizations. Ive had a hard time processing his Iowa and New Hampshire losses because Id spent months hearing about how well he was going to do. It has taken me two weeks to decide that my mental model how could

Delayed Academy

Television network ABC is considering putting a five-second time delay on the upcoming live broadcast of the Oscars, a spokesman for the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, said on Wednesday.* Yeah, ’cause you just know that Viggo Mortensen is gonna reach across Peter Jackson’s nice tuxedo and rip off his lapel. Whatever happen’d

Added Convenience

How nice. There’s a new Apple Store open near my house. There are two ways to look at this. Either this is a good thing because I don’t have to trip on down to Lenox Mall to buy the occasional techno-bauble for my iBook or iPod, or this is a good thing because I don’t

Why for Writing

I write in my notebook With feelings that take me by surprise And thoughts that I don’t know I have They’re hidden by useless facts That I’ve compiled at the office where I work Where there is no time for feeling anything You see, I just work there To finance my real life That begins

Just Something in the Air

There are two new reviews (coming right at you) recently posted at JIVE. One for Air – Talkie Walkie and another for Just Jack – The Outer Marker.

Don’t Need No Doctor, No Sir

Every morning, this guy is sitting in my mailbox. Every single morning.