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11.27.04 see? livejournal users are crazy. which is why my door's always locked, with matt around. # 11.25.04 yuck. comment spam. i just got slammed with a whole truckload of comment spam. so i've upgraded to movable type 3 and installed MT-Blacklist. in retrospect, MT-Blacklist was the only really necessary step, but at least i've taken the plunge on mt3. so then, this is really just the long way of saying that you might have some problems with comments (i.e. how the counts aren't accurate right now for existing comments). if you do, please email me and let me know so i can be sure to take care of it. # 11.24.04 remember the sf mayoral elecction? yeah, well, i was wrong about gavin newsom. i like the guy a lot. interview. # jessie just pointed out that, oddly, all the street lights on our street (post) are out tonight. not sure how far it extends, if it's just on our block or all over the tenderloin or throughout downtown or the city. anybody know anything about it? # 11.22.04 there was something missing this morning on my walk to work. there was also something new, in the form of some...interesting...statues that are suddenly flanking the academy of art's monolithic post street building. my attention was so drawn by addition of those ugly statues that i almost completely missed the absence of chanting, banging, clanging, marching, protesting locked-out hotel workers outside the st. francis. but what a joyous thing to know that the protesters are back on the job and the negotiations are back on the table. word is that the whole impasse was pretty well rocked when kaiser moved to extend health benefits to the workers through the end of january, a move that brought to mind visions of another two months of picketing, and one that certainly put some fear in the hearts of the hotel management groups. let's just hope things continue to go right. # 11.19.04 i've asked before, but does anyone want a gmail account? i've got 5 here to give out. # 11.17.04 starbucks: now 10% less evil. it's a start. note that they're right to be concerned about food safety for recycled paper, and moreso for the cost, once you're trying to scrub those post-consumer fibers down to be food safe. now, if only we could start turning all those old bleach bottles into baby teething rings. # 11.15.04 i can't help but wonder about those who debate whether or not bloggers are journalists. i know some bloggers fancy themselves new-media-news-outlets, but really i think the medium is best suited as a megaphone for the voice of the people. in an ear where news media is no longer independent (of corporations, of politicians, of agendas outside the timely delivery of relevant news), it's important that the public has a voice that extends further than the couch, that someone or something enable them, us, to talk back to the various factions that vie for our attentions. so bloggers aren't newsmakers. they're news-critics. news-informers. news-pushers. they are, in fact, a great many things, without needing to have the credibility or ethos that the journo's claim bloggers lack. of course they don't have those things. that is, quite frankly, the point. bloggers represent the constituency of the public in the bi-cameral house of media. # 11.14.04 finally, google introduces POP access to gmail accounts. except they haven't introduced it to my account. i'd like to get it so i can switch my prosaic email over and start using gmail for webmail at work (i refuse to give up my desktop email app at home). # time to brush off the lovely, mostly-efficient IsDickCheneyDeadYet.com — who, it seems, have failed to notice the latest hubbub. # possibly the best video ever. thanks matt! # 11.13.04 my mom used to read romance novels when i was growing up. she kept them on a special, little bookshelf, in her bedroom. rows of small red spines were neatly filed away, just out of sight, unlike the piles and piles of other books my family would leave littered around the house. i would sneak in when she was away and take one of them to play with, before i could read; later, to sneak a few paragraphs from. i loved their uniformity (she read those with the distinctive red cover) and i loved to go with her to the used bookstore she bought them from. it was run by an old german woman who lived down the street from us. she lived behind these big hedges, almost as tall as her house, completely obscured from view. i would ride my bike past her house and imagine it, old wood shingle siding, shag carpet, the musty smell of piles and piles of paperbacks. she had a thin, angular face, a thin, angular voice. her bookstore was downtown, in the old tower theater district, where there were no parking lots or seven-eleven's, just street parking and meters and old, green-tiled coffee shops. her shop (for it was really more of a shop, and less a store) was filled, overflowing with piles and piles of worn, brown paperbacks. they were stacked up everywhere, as high as my little head from the floor, stacked up in towers around her at the counter, just like the hedges at her house. when my mom would walk in, she would become excited, her voice chopping away at the useless vowels, emerging from behind the counter to show my mom some new romance she'd just gotten in, or some special deal she wanted to make. i always wanted to hold my mother's hand when we were there, and we never bought any other kind of books # 11.09.04 i read about this a while back, but was reminded by tim this evening. apparently the postal service (band) has ended their trademark dispute with the postal service (the service) by agreeing to do a little cross promotion. sounds unusually clever for the USPS. highlights: how much will tickets be on ebay for the Postal Service concert a the USPS Postmaster's Convention? will the postmasters know how to dance? also, jimmy tamborello confesses that the boys may have used fedex once or twice when working on the album. # ashcroft's out. am i happy, or frightened? updated: ok, well, so instead we've got gonzales, the enron-friendly, Geneva-convention-taunting, unlawfully-detaining white house general council. eh. as long as he's not singing... # 11.08.04 pitchfork comes this morning bearing sad news. seminal rock venue First Avenue (hello? prince fans?) in minneapolis has closed. it appears the venue's future is in some dispute, but there remains some small chance it will reopen again some day. # 11.07.04 why do i always finish blog posts with those stupid little up-turned phrases? am i really that network? (see, that was one of them.) # i'm sick. siiiiiick. it started on tuesday morning and really kicked my ass by wednesday morning. pretty much the only thing that could have made wednesday more miserable, really. (not as miserable as this poor fuck's wednesday must have been, though. it's a goddamn tragedy, because we could have used someone with that kind of passion next time.) in the future, however, i really need to try to remember that i'm finally feeling a little better does not mean time to go party!!. because today i feel like crap again. and my voice is gone. i spent lunch writing notes to jessie so i wouldn't have to strain above the restaurant sounds. but i hazard to say it was worth it. the last two nights have been soooo much fun. except now i can't engage in the usual thrilling discourse that i have come to enjoy from david's visits. i guess this means i'll just have to spend sunday night sitting at home watching desperate housewives. oh life. # i've not been blogging this week because i feel like i have to address the issue of the election. not that i'm going to say anything that hasn't already been said. everyone has an opinion on # 11.02.04 weirdly, it sounds like a lot of high profile political blogs have been shut down with DOS attacks today. although it could be a bit of a panic, since clearly everyone and their mother is hitting reload all day long. interesting (albeit scary) bit of connect-the-dots logic from the lovely, wonderful website electoral-vote (mirror), who is tracking polling data everywhere. he has the following very motivating point to make: Should the election end up in the Supreme Court, it is not known whether Rehnquist will particpate in the case and vote on the outcome. Should he decline to participate due to ill health, the deadlock in the country might end up in a Court itself deadlocked 4-4. In such an event, the lower court ruling stands but no legal precedent is set. An alternative scenario is that Chief Justice Rehnquist resigns and that President Bush makes a recess appointment, which does not require Senate confirmation. If Bush were to appoint a new justice without Senate confirmation who then cast the deciding vote to make Bush president I fear for the future of the country. Let us hope somebody wins big today with no litigation. Do your part and vote. # 11.01.04 got a minute? read the new yorker's editorial endorsing john kerry before you go vote. that's the last thing i'll say. # « October 2004 | archive index | December 2004 » built with movabletype |
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