Watching The Shining sent me on a web search for the music used in the soundtrack, which led me here.
A ton of interesting stuff on one of my favorite filmmakers.
1.07.2006
alternative therapies
You know how people are always telling you not to stick q-tips in your ear?
here's an alternative....
here's an alternative....
old comp mag scans
Atari ST mag from the 80's.
This one's for the Zim, who made his computing bones on an Atari 1040 ST back in the day.
This one's for the Zim, who made his computing bones on an Atari 1040 ST back in the day.
1.04.2006
West Virginia mine explosion, my time there
Personal view from a reporter on the scene.
Interesting stuff.
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also came across this scathing indictment of the mining company and gutted federal protections during today's surfing. Fair warning, it's liable to raise your blood pressure.
Interesting stuff.
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also came across this scathing indictment of the mining company and gutted federal protections during today's surfing. Fair warning, it's liable to raise your blood pressure.
Sick
Low posting frequency lately has been due to the holidays and illness, in that order.
The holidays are finished, alas I'm still sick. Improving though; hacking up green mucus is an improvement over the brown stuff from yesterday.
I celebrated a fine late Christmas on New Year's Day with my bro and sis in law and the niece- they were out of town on the 25th so we rescheduled our traditional 'day of rest' together (just us, no other family, I make a weird breakfast, we open gifts and watch movies and relax all day).
This year's breakfast was buckwheat crepes filled with potatos and bacon and topped with yogurt. Mimosas were had, and later in the day we kicked off our screening of Martin Chuzzlewit with several excellent bottles of red and a cheese plate of Cowgirl Creamery delicacies- we ate a wheel of Red Hawk (second one down) and one I don't see listed, Ponce De Leon that was firmer, nuttier and totally amazing.
This is the cheese on the intenrary of our interrupted birthday trip to SF in October. The sweet nectar of its taste helped erase the bitter memory of our night at the Soledad Best Western, hoping the mechanic fixed the car before the meth addicts in the lobby stormed the room, thirsting for our pineal glands in a Hunter S. Thompson approved mania.
So, it was a winner. Yah, drinking and carousing when you have a cold isn't the best idea in the world, but I was serving a higher cause. A day spent dredging fiberous brown spiderwebs from my lungs was a fair enough trade for watching the neice spin her crazy dances to whichever obscure jazz record the bro in law was playing at the moment.
More catchup later, I need a new box of kleenex...
The holidays are finished, alas I'm still sick. Improving though; hacking up green mucus is an improvement over the brown stuff from yesterday.
I celebrated a fine late Christmas on New Year's Day with my bro and sis in law and the niece- they were out of town on the 25th so we rescheduled our traditional 'day of rest' together (just us, no other family, I make a weird breakfast, we open gifts and watch movies and relax all day).
This year's breakfast was buckwheat crepes filled with potatos and bacon and topped with yogurt. Mimosas were had, and later in the day we kicked off our screening of Martin Chuzzlewit with several excellent bottles of red and a cheese plate of Cowgirl Creamery delicacies- we ate a wheel of Red Hawk (second one down) and one I don't see listed, Ponce De Leon that was firmer, nuttier and totally amazing.
This is the cheese on the intenrary of our interrupted birthday trip to SF in October. The sweet nectar of its taste helped erase the bitter memory of our night at the Soledad Best Western, hoping the mechanic fixed the car before the meth addicts in the lobby stormed the room, thirsting for our pineal glands in a Hunter S. Thompson approved mania.
So, it was a winner. Yah, drinking and carousing when you have a cold isn't the best idea in the world, but I was serving a higher cause. A day spent dredging fiberous brown spiderwebs from my lungs was a fair enough trade for watching the neice spin her crazy dances to whichever obscure jazz record the bro in law was playing at the moment.
More catchup later, I need a new box of kleenex...
1.03.2006
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