oh soo suhweet.
it worked
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Monthly Archives: August 2002
testing testing one two six
Just testing out a new program — Kung-Log. Should let me post to my movable type logs without using a web browser. Nice clean interface. Good basic features. And if it doesn’t work, you won’t see this anyway.
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security in the skies
“British tourist Judy Powell, 55, bought a GI Joe doll in America as a gift for her seven-year-old grandson George.
“Security officials at Los Angeles airport found the toy — similar to Action Man — when they searched Judy’s bags before she boarded a flight to London.
“Then they took the figure out of its box and confiscated its tiny replica Armalite rifle.”
— The Sun
Stupid, inbred, moronic, bonehead.
The security guards say they were simply following instructions to “confiscate anything that looks like a weapon or a replica”. This is what happens when you put people who could reason their way out of a tent in charge of securing a high traffic gateway.
These are the same people I saw on a recent trip to Texas. The guard who made me feel the safest was working the cummuter flight building at DFW. He must have weighed at least 300 lbs, all fat. I’m not sure if he could walk, because the entire time I watched him, he was leaning back in a chair, (a truley strong chair), facing the doorway; presumably guarding it. To be fair, he only passed out and started snoring once. The little line of drool down his cheek was endearing.
Just fucking give eveyone an glock when they get on the plane. When was the last time a NRA meeting was held up? I guarauntee I will be able to keep the fat guy from drooling on my shoulder on this flight.
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why not me?
I’m disturbed.
More so than even Sara will tell you.
I have been the modern internet.
I have been through every trend and every type, before any of them became fashionable. I IRCaddicted and romanced. I cracked and pirated. I telneted to online music shops before CDnow was a nightmare in customer service. I learned to handcode HTML not to be cool, but because there was no other option. And even then, there was damn good money in it. I have been at least six months ahead of every major web design trend. (here’s a little tip: half of them were crap). When I lost all interest in being online for a while, it disturbed me. What would happen if the other half million did.
Where’s my money. Where’s my fame. Where’s my options. Where’s the obsessed fans?
If I saw all this, a step ahead of the masses, why didn’t I make something out of one of the ideas. I proposed these many of these things to friends.
I’m too fucking lazy.
………………..
I have no modesty, so don’t even bother telling me how concieted I am. Modesty is an utter waste of time.
You know when you have done anything of value. If you don’t, you’re probably too clueless to accomplish anything deserving pride or respect.
Pride is not a evil thing. The Bible was wrong. Egotism is what will destroy your soul.
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DC is a planned city
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sorry… sneeze.
I was saying…
I have a hard time taking pictures in this city. A small part of it is no doubt that it is hard to find anything interesting in the familiar.
But the more looming problem is the lack of adequate subject matter.
I enjoy taking pictures of natural objects and situations. Something spontaneous or unplanned. Small items in everyday life.
But this is the District. Nothing goes unplanned here. Everything is a presentation. Whether it is federal, city, or private property, it all looks the same. They all plant the same flower beds. They all get the authentic antique looking accessories at the same Homebuilders store. They all put out the same faux iron benches.
The people are no different. Everyone is putting on a front. The homeless scream and yell or shuffle and moan. The politicians, likewise. The college student’s buy the just right unfashionable clothes, and attempt unnatural things with their hair. There are the fashionable yuppies leaving the bar after work in their black pants and blue dress shirt to rush home to their Dupont Circle apartments or suburban houses to change into khakis and sweaters, before heading off to a show later.
There are parts of this town where the facade doesn’t extend. But I tread carefully. They are not friendly places for a skinny little white boy with an expensive camera.
My best pictures come from travelling. I am going home to NY next week to see my family, and to see what I can see. I will not forget my camera.
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Education is no excuse
"In the way they’re kind of writing it right now out of the Senate Finance Committee, some people could spend their entire five years on welfare – there’s a five-year work requirement – going to college. Now, that’s not my view of helping people become independent, and it’s certainly not my view of understanding the importance of work and helping people achieve the dignity necessary so they can live a free life, free from government control."
— Newsday.com
That quote, ladies and gentlereaders, was brought to you by your duly miselected “Education President”.
Just cause the Shrub spent his four years at Yale binge-drinking, tokeing, sleeping late, and gropeing the ugly sorority sister, doesn’t mean other people don’t get some self-respect and ambition out of college.
So unless we’re seeking to breed a class of illiterate peons to clean our toilets, maybe the president shouldn’t be trashing schooling while speaking from the lecturn in a public school.
Heaven forbid this country had intelligent people creating new products and ideas to propel the economy and the planet into the future.
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Lickety Split Couriers
“Jim, a punk dyke bike messenger, is addicted in equal parts to her stripper girlfriend, Ally Cat, her bike and speed, though the three competing habits have a tendency to cancel one another out. Breedlove also was once a speed freak, a dater of strippers and a bike messenger. (She founded Lickety Split Couriers, an all-girl bike messenging service, in 1991.)”
— Salon.com
Oh.
my.
God.
Lickety Split Couriers
too perfect.
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