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Welcome to Blogistan, fellow Netizens! Below is a list of some random blogs we occasionally check. This isn't the comprehensive list of websites we freequent...it's just a list of personal blogs I'd like to show some love for. There's no order to it, so don't think I'm ranking these. Without further ado, here goes:
- RumbleStrips
- Movering
- Heelwing
- Karen Likes Cereal
- Waferbaby
- Schilaeuferin
- The Best Page In The Universe
- Dean Velvel
Want to be listed? Well....just ask! The ranks of the Technorati are filled with posers just like you!
I’ve been thinking a lot about pop music and the passage of time lately (for reasons I’ll save for the Comments section). So this video (again, found on MacHall) struck a surprising chord.
Songs are like time capsules for me; they return me to particular moments—often in a very visceral fashion; I tend to almost literally relive songs. Therefore, because “Creep” came out when I was 17, I have a very established set of teenaged associations that I replay in my emotional jukebox whenever I hear it.
This video took me by surprise, then, by totally altering my experience of the song. (Not having had MTV as a kid, I’m still susceptible to letting images alter my perceptions of music.) Because I’m in an office environment for the first time, the animation caused me to hear the lyrics as if they were totally new to me. As a result, a whole fresh set of resonances is superimposed upon—and even threatens to replace—my original reading. “Creep,” for me, has suddenly aged nine years—it’s a song potentially about being 26, instead of 17.
My question for the collective: has this happened to you (either upon viewing this video, or in general)?
For the past several weeks, in what can only be described as a cruel joke, I have been receiving copies of the Washington Times.
It's true.
I arrived back from the election to find several copies, wrapped in orange plastic, living on my steps. At first, I was angry. A few days (and several more copies) later I assumed it was a joke. After another few days, I realized I now had perfect kindling for my firepit.
Then some Jehovah's Witnesses came to the door and dropped off some lit. On their way out, I noticed there were two copies of the Wash Times lying on the steps. (I hadn't picked them up.) Annoyed, I explained that they weren't mine. They said "sure they aren't" which was the camel straw.
I realized I had to get rid of the subscription, so I e-mailed the rag. They sent me a very nice response back today:
Dear XXX,
Your are right we do not have a subscription to your address I will ask the carrier to stop delivery immediately.
Thank you, Jxxxx Jxxxxx
I know it's not the fault of the newspaper that their subscriptions department cannot spell. But for god's sake...who uses the wrong form of your and adds the word are to follow it? It's a completely novel way to mess up the sentence.
Hopefully I won't have to see a little orange bundle of joy on my steps tomorrow morning.
Since we’re speaking of the Seven Deadly Sins, here’s a cute clip dedicated to Lust and Envy. The animation style—recalling Disney’s foxy Robin Hood era—makes this bunny’s pain all the more precious. (Tip o’ the hat to the folks at MacHall for spotting this one, and to my bosses, who saw fit to give me a brand-spankin’-new iMac on which to dis/play such cool goodies.)
This WaPo story is the reason the Post continues to outshine the NYT and LA Times.
"Why do you think there was such friction between the U.S. delegation and the Chilean delegation?" Morgan asked.
By the standards that the White House press pack uses to gauge a deft question, this one failed roundly: It was about yesterday's news; Bush was unlikely to answer it with any specificity, and it wouldn't "make news" (produce a headline) if he did.
In the networks' nearby transmission room, out of Bush's earshot, correspondents and producers groaned loudly and grunted their disapproval.
Yes, it focuses on the process rather than the substance. But as many reporters and editors are starting to realize, this entire administration is about media control and not public policy. How do you fight back against a White House that never gives press interviews?
Well, to start, you show the raw numbers. And then you explain the press production values. All done neatly here:
Bush has held 16 solo news conferences, compared to 43 for Bill Clinton, 84 for George H.W. Bush and 26 for Ronald Reagan at this point in their presidencies, according to research by Martha Joynt Kumar of Towson University.
These sessions are a contest between Bush's desire to repeat his previously articulated views ("sticking a tape in the VCR," as one frequent Bush questioner puts it), and the reporters' quest to elicit something that will contribute to democracy, not to mention getting them on television or the front page.
By exposing how reporters carefully construct loaded questions in order to get answers, Allen makes an implicit point: that this administration wishes to hide from the press. Yes, policy points are important, but until the news media, and the public at large, realize that this administration is obsessed with secrecy, policy will have to take a back seat.
If we just had more Dickersonian questions at the press briefings, and more Milbankian/Allen/Priestly writing on the front page, the country would be far better served by the media.
this is one of Ridge's first speeches from early 2002...
Good evening. I'm Tom Ridge. Nearly six months ago, President Bush asked me to organize and lead a new federal agency, the Office of Homeland Security. Since that time, many of you have probably wondered just what this agency has been up to and what, if anything, we are doing to prevent terrorist attacks within our borders.
Tonight, I'm proud to unveil my agency's new weapon in the War on Terror: the Homeland Security advisory system. It's a simple five level system, which uses color codes to indicate varying levels of terrorist threat. The lowest level of threat is condition OFF-WHITE, followed by CREAM, PUTTY, BONE and finally NATURAL. It is essential that every American learns to recognize and distinguish these colors. Failure to do so could cost you your life. For those who may have questions, an excellent guide will be found on page 74 of the spring J. Crew catalogue.
Now, what precisely do these threat levels indicate? Condition OFF-WHITE, the lowest level, indicates a huge risk of terrorist attack. Next highest, condition CREAM: an immense risk of terrorist attack. Condition PUTTY: an enormous risk of terrorist attack. Condition BONE: a gigantic risk of terrorist attack. And finally, the most serious, condition NATURAL: an enormous risk of terrorist attack.
Many of you probably noticed that in the preceding chart, we used the term "Enormous risk of terrorist attack" twice. This was a mistake we didn't catch in time and we're trying to fix it.
So, there you have it. The Homeland Security advisory system. This took you six months, you might ask? Well, not exactly. We lost the first few weeks with moving back to D.C., finding office space, working out the phones, etc. Also, remember: I just missed being named Vice-President. Instead, I got this as a consolation prize. And you have to admit, it's a pretty thankless job. So, perhaps in the first few months, there may have been some bitterness on my part that affected my job performance. But not anymore. Since Christmas, I have been totally happy and committed. One last point, at my request and effective immediately, the President has placed the nation on Condition TAUPE. More on that in the weeks and months ahead.
I am cold and tired and very wet. Apropos of nothing, here are my deadly sins, ranked from first to last.
- Pride
- Sloth
- Lust
- Gluttony
- Wrath
- Avarice
- Envy
To be honest, I am very rarely envious of anyone. But I'm definitely on top of the other six. How would you rank yours?
I cannot discuss money matters around my friends. So let me just say that charging a 3% "transaction fee" for a check which counts as a "cash advance" (meaning that interest begins to accrue right away) is what I would label "highway robbery".
Also, two other small coding points. The search engine, which has been down, is now back up again.
Finally, as many of you have noticed, you don't have permission to delete your own posts. Some have complained about this. My logic is this: if you really need to delete a post, get in touch with Helena, Brad or myself. We have the rights to do so. But posting and then removing is a weapon of last resort. It's the sort of thing the White House does all the time.
Information, once placed on a website, is historical. Removing it doesn't get rid of the information, it just moves it to different areas. So next time, think before you post that juicy bit of gossip about your boss.
On that note, I love my job.
This ruling totally stinks. We need to make access to unions easier, not tougher, especially for the growing temporary worker class.
Temporary workers will no longer be able to bargain for job benefits as part of a unit with permanent employees, the National Labor Relations Board has ruled, reversing a Clinton-era precedent.
In a 3 to 2 vote that was issued Friday, the three members appointed by President Bush -- Robert J. Battista, the chairman; Peter C. Schaumber and Ronald E. Meisburg -- said there is a difference between temporary and permanent workers. "Thus, the entity that the two groups of employees look to as their employer is not the same. No amount of legal legerdemain can alter that fact," their ruling stated.
Look for most businesses to continue to try to reduce permanent workers and replace them with temps, allowing them to slash benefits and cut costs. The long-term problem? Put simply: a workforce made up of temps contains numerous overhead that will eventually drag a business down. The lack of institutional knowledge alone is something difficult to quantify, yet the repercussions on the bottom line are significant. Each time a new temp worker is hired, time must be spent to bring them up to speed, and certain bits of information (the password to an old router, the location of an old bill, the vendor one uses for a particular need) are certain to be lost during the transfer. Over time these little bits of loss become larger until an organization can no longer function properly.
I've worked in an office with extremely high turnover...tons of time was always being wasted when someone said "Oh, we already did that last year...where did we put it?"
werkz advice: worth seeing.
The latest non-bond brosnin flick: "After the Sunset" is ostensibly a jewel-heist caper. In reality, it's a somewhat quirky comedy, filled with a bizarre shark shooting, men sleeping together and suntan lotion weirdness. All with a caribbean accent. And a remote controlled car. And Salma Hayek building a deck.
Trust me, you should see it. It's not great, but it's memorable.
werkz advice: go see it!
Bruckheimer's latest production, "National Treasure" is a fairly decent action comedy. Having Nicholas Cage in it lets me complete the following logical statement: Con Air is not as good as National Treasure which is not as good as The Rock.
With that said, NT was actually a fun time. So go see it.
Kerry is off the list of titles. Gerry is on. Go figure.
So Howl's Moving Castle is in the process of blowing apart the box office records in Japan.
Is reading the Post with nostalgia a bad sign that one is going through District withdrawal? or looking at weather.com just to see what the temperature is like inside the Beltway? or scanning Craigslist just to see if there are any interesting looking apartments I could move back to? (other than those offers of free accomodation to ladies from beyond the Iron Curtain?) I know that I will go back soon, and that a few things need to happen first (like hearing a definitive answer on the job that's going to be paying for the new apartment, as unfortunately, I don't seem to qualify for free accomodation) but patience has never been one of my virtues. For now, I will focus on knitting sweaters and climbing mountains (with some reading in between) -- and in the end, it might not be all that bad...
Happy Turkey Day, kids.
I'm stuffed at the moment, or rather, have been, since noon.
The luxury of being able to sit in a warm house and type these words is more than enough to be thankful for.
That and water chestnuts wrapped in bacon cooked in a special marinade...mmm....I think I'm hungry again.

