Out of fairness, I am going to make a public offer to Sen. Herbert Kohl’s campaign. I am willing to offer the Senator’s campaign use of space on this blog for the purpose of letting them publish and clarify his views on the issue of Net Neutrality—uncut and unedited. Or, as an alternative, I will post a link to any statement on either his Congressional website or campaign website regarding the issue. I’ve looked through both websites and haven’t found anything, but perhaps I haven’t looked hard enough.
arthur lee, the good humor man he sees everything like this
YouTube has been a great way to find footage of the musical groups that I like. Unfortunately, for me it was also the source of some sad news. I learned that Arthur Lee, the lead singer of the 60’s rock band Love, passed away two months ago.
Indian summer, brisk autumn, and the winged monkeys in between
The warm Indian summer also does interesting things to my allergies, as the leaf mold and ragweed conspire to throw me one last big histamine hurrah.
families separated by war–why? why? why? why?
The Maine National Guard is offering military families life-size cardboard cut-out photos of their loved ones stationed in the Middle East. These cut-outs, know as "Flat Daddies," (or, presumably, mommies) are supposed to help families connect with their loved ones thousands of miles away. According to the article, these cardboard cut-outs are "toted everywhere from soccer practice to coffee shops to weddings."
My first response was to the picture was, "This is creepy." My second response was, "It's not the cardboard cut-out that's creepy."
seasons change and so do i
The last few days, I've been living in abject denial of the fact that it's getting colder out. I've not been wanting to close my windows or even turn off my fan (though I do have it on "exhaust"), which means I've been waking up the last few mornings feeling very cold.
friday night co-op dinner: jazz improvisation in two parts
What would move me to put a James Joyce twist on labels for leftovers? Was it inspiration that compelled me to be such a muse of the magic marker and masking tape? Um, I imagine that Joyce must be spinning in his grave.
bonding at the co-op house retreat
With so many new people, we felt that we needed something that would establish a feeling of community rather quickly, and that’s where we came up with the idea of a retreat. It’s easy to get caught up in one’s own day-to-day life even in a co-op house, but we felt that if we could create a place where people could step away, connect, and openly put out on the table what they hope to get out of their co-op experience, we could have a much stronger community than we otherwise would.
crumbling buildings and delusions–9/11 reconsidered
I ran into a woman my age who owned the framing gallery across the hall from my office and she said, “Go home, Steve. Go home. It’s getting too creepy here.”
getting lost at the memorial union terrace
At about the first brat and second beer during my third hour at the Terrace, it dawned on me that I might be spending the rest of the evening there...
v for vendetta, p for prairie dog
He just sat there, licking his chops, clearly savoring the look of fear on my face and wanting to get maximum mileage out of it before making his next move.