Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
The arctic is heating up
You didn't get the "green candle" reference at all, did you? Just as well. Alfred Jarry is not something you can unwatch, exactly.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
STOP THE BLOODY WAR IN IRAQ NOW, STUPID!
Ironies. Or idiocies:
- Hillary can't win.
- Obama can't win.
- Dodd can't win.
- Biden mustn't win; his phenomenal foreign policy expertise is far, far too valuable in the U.S. Senate — or in the State Department in 2009!
- It's unconstitutional for Al Gore to seek a third term.
- Bloomberg can't win.
- Thompson can't win.
- Edwards shouldn't win.
- Romney can't even express himself in coherent, connected sentences, let alone win.
- Giuliani can't win.
- Kerry can't win unless he learns to stop licking his lips.
- Perot won't run.
- Either Republican hit squads or JibJab are going to make mincement of whatever candidate Democrats throw up (and throw up they will, trust me...)
- Democrats have attention deficit disorder, and can't win on the one great issue a bloody blue kangaroo could win on: Bring the troops home NOW!
Calm down, Dave. The Howard University
Labels: War is Not Healthy Dept.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Speaking of ooooooold friends... :D
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
We'll always have Paris...
Labels: Paparazzi Bait
Monday, June 25, 2007
Sente slaps a five dollar goldpiece on the counter and yells, "Barkeep! Gimme a shot of redeye!"
Gote slides a silver dollar across the counter and politely asks, "I'd like a lager, when you've got a moment."
Tenuki sits down at a table in a corner as far away from Sente and Gote as she can get, then balances a salt shaker on a grain of salt.
A heavy metal band called Lemur Meat starts playing. Sente whips out a .44 derringer and shoots the guitar player in his package! The entire band screams and whirls as many, then falls flat on their faces.
Goke the undertaker rushes into the bar, assesses the situation and hauls the band out feet first.
Gote says, "No net?"
Goke says, "Nah, this group's dead."
(Sound of one hand clapping)
Labels: Baduk Noir
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Go Salon rumors in Ames, Iowa
328 Main St (second floor)
Ames, IA 50010
That's approximately next door to where Eschbach's Music Store used to be, for you oldtimers who used to call Ames your home town. Corner of Kellogg and Main, then look for the Downtown Deli a few doors west.
(Hmmm... Shusaku seems to approach the middle from the fifth line...)
Labels: Dept. of Quixotic Ephemerae
Thursday, June 21, 2007
93 down, and counting
On the plus side, I beat Luther again, the final boss in Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, this afternoon. The finale runs for 40 minutes, counting credits, and this time I had Nel on the team. Nice bit about Blair.
† Go Proverb: "Lose 100 games quickly, if you want to learn Go."
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Japan renames Iwo Jima, sort of
Such a small asterisk, so appropriate on modern maps, and so necessary as modern Nihon gently nudges our military bases off their sovereign little archipelago.
I'm in two minds about that. On the one hand, Japan has found the U.S. an unpredictable — dare we say unreliable, petulant and demanding? — trading partner ever since the Nixon Shocks; and while it's all well and good for Old Edo to delegate Japanese security to American military bases on Okinawa and so forth, etc., the prospect of seeing American attention transfixed by Iraq for the next decade does not bode well for Japanese peace of mind in a corner of the world which has such long memories.
On the other hand, I've always been a great admirer of Japan's pacifist ideals ever since we nuked them and gave their women suffrage. And frankly, every good toy I've ever owned — Yashicas, GameCubes, Nikons, PS2s, Hondas‡ — all came from Japan.
Times change. Sun Tzu says that when a war is prolonged, peace on other fronts becomes unstable as local powers take advantage of the prevailing distraction. These are pretty deep waters. I hope nobody is underestimating anybody.
‡The four Volkswagens don't count. They were fun, but they were beaters with mythical mileage and interior fogs when it rained.
Labels: Iwo To
Half of Golf is Go
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Or has the American Go Association (AGA eJournal, Volume 8, #47) just gone gaga?
As an old ΣΔΧ member, my problem with this photoshoppery, of course, is that it's fake news, like NASA's "black smoke" factory. Bad journalism, or skyhook publicity hounding (you wish you were that popular?!) for that matter, belongs in those hackneyed April Fool's editions, or nowhere.
Serious journalism clucks and wonders about the Paris Hilton phenom, but it doesn't participate in her stockholm.
Labels: Dept of Nurd Alurtz
Monday, June 18, 2007
What a coincidence that Simon Schama was on PBS tonight with a special about Guernica. How prescient of me :)
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Life as Art
My own life is almost literally stuck in Grant Wood. I commute down Iowa Hwy 1 each morning, through scenery which Wood knew well and painted, if not lovingly, at least with a fey sense of banal green and overtly mammary landscape, his grudging tribute, perhaps, to the tenured Freudian quacks who were obfuscating the arts with their own odd obsessions back in the Fifties and Sixties.
I wonder if Wood was nuts, or just angry at his inability to accomplish anything profound? His is the landscape of middle age, and a melancholic self-abasement so obviously understated, so bald and satyr-like, it invites comparison to the bowel, not the belly, to the grave, not the gravid — to centuries, that is, of slow digestion in the rumbling paunch of Iowa, that pipsqueak leviathan.
Sesshu is not really my cup of tea, either. This one is just here as a souvenir, like a stump. Or toilet paper, for when I'm done with Iowa.
Labels: Gardez Loo Dept.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Google's sunlight gadget
This bronze lady's brooch, dated to 900 A.D., was excavated at a site called Uppåkra in southern Sweden. Top scientists claim it's a lion, which the craftsman had never seen. BoingBoing.net claims it's a particular mouse, which the craftsman had never seen either.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Why did Wordstar used to be like Joan Collins?
It's an old joke, actually — Collins was playing on Dallas at the time, but us older nerds remembered her for her Star Trek role as Edith Keeler, she-who-must-die in City on the Edge of Forever.
The answer was, "It's old, it's beautiful and it's a bitch." Which it was. Absolutely. I loved it.
Here's an antique ad from ComputerWorld showing WS 3.2 on an old ADM-3A terminal hooked up to a CP/M 2.2 box (mine was a Morrow MD-2, curiously one of the three or four computers the residual debt for which I was still paying off when my wife and I got married in 1990.)
Thursday, June 14, 2007
"That is why you fail!" – Pai Mei
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Random, ain't it?
Labels: Notes from the field
Monday, June 11, 2007
The Bodhisattva Tara meets Saint Gertrude
Sister Wendy, of PBS fame, defines a bodhisattva as "a [Buddhist] saint who has passed through the 10 degrees of perfection necessary to achieve nirvana but who chooses not to become a buddha. Instead, he [or she (*tsk*)] elects to stay on earth and relieve the suffering of less enlightened others."
My favorite of these more enlightened others is Tara, who, like the recently demoted Saint Christopher, shares the ineffable mystery of being, like the square root of minus one, entirely imaginary. As saints go, just my cup of tea.
My other favorite from the category of obscure† Catholic saints is Saint Gertrude of Nivelles, patron of cats, mice, plague, madness, pilgrims and blessed refuge to distracted travellers seeking lodging in Farmington, New Mexico during a 1992 miners' convention. Next stop, Chaco Canyon, as I recall. We missed the Anasazi Sun Dagger, though.
†Maybe not so obscure. Gertrude's medals seem to be popular.
Labels: sweet lunacy
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Speaking of accepting sentences...
Friday, June 08, 2007
I Like Go
Labels: Did I mention...?
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Playing without a driver?
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Help Find Madeleine
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Labels: RLY QT
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Cynic: Where you wash the baby the Stoic brings