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Sunday, July 30, 2006

sara n. dippity returns for another visit

so thursday, on my way down to meet my new twin nieces, i thought i should try and get ahold of guenivere nyderak, long ago my fellow (fella?) bike messenger from chicago. as i was wrapped up with twinly thoughts i pushed this to the back of my mind (it would likely take several steps to find her number etc).
but then...the very next day:
gwen called me while I was at the staff meeting for NARUC, saying: "aram. it's gwen. I'm in downtown san francisco on my way to the ferry building before biking to portland"

wow.

here's proof:


Wednesday, July 26, 2006

trebektron 4000

wow. that dude that won like, all the money in the world on jeopardy totally ripped on alex trebek. awesome:

''I know, I know, the old folks love him. Nobody knows he died in that fiery truck crash a few years back and was immediately replaced with the Trebektron 4000 (I see your engineers still can't get the mustache right, by the way),''

''We regret the insinuation that Mr. Alex Trebek is a robot, and has been since 2004. Mr. Trebek's robotic frame does still contain some organic parts, many harvested from patriotic Canadian schoolchildren, so this technically makes him a `cyborg,' not a `robot.'''

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

the beauty of the Internet is....

Physical abuse of prisoners is now entertainment. I seriously cannot believe 1) that this cop did this and 2) that the moronic poster actually seems to think the detainee is a whimp.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Mickey Spillane

“I have no fans. You know what I got? Customers. And customers are your friends.”

if that ain't pulp enough for you, try this (from the nytimes):

In “I, the Jury,” Hammer became so angry at a female psychiatrist that he shot her in her “stark naked” stomach. (“Stark naked” was a phrase that Mr. Spillane rather liked.) As she died, she asked, “Mike, how could you?” To which Hammer replied, “It was easy.”

Everyone that knows me knows I love pulp fiction (yes, the movie too, but not as much). For some reason, I love books about pulp fiction writers (and the writers themselves) even more. Erickson's Tours of the Black Clock comes to mind.

Spillane was no Thompson, but he was first and an obvious inspiration, Thompson just wanted bad bad guys not bad good guys.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

syd barrett

alas, one of my favorite rockers (well, rock may not be the best root word) has died. i'm a huge fan of the early floyd's fantastic work, and syd's robin hitchcock inspiring solo work. I owe much (if not all) of the exposure to Mr. R.Q. Metzler. Thanks Quen. (and of course indirectly thanks to Roger Senior.