I would definitely be headed to Neumo’s to catch the Wedding Present
on their North
American tour. Instead, Cory tipped me off that
Superhopper will be rockin the Turf Club this Saturday in the Twin
Cities where I’ll be while I visit my mom who’s just had knee
surgery. Why does everything always have to happen at the same time?
From Why Didn’t They
Embalm the Pope? in last week’s Slate (emphasis added):
There has been intense speculation about the state of the pope’s body
among American death industry professionals. Some claim to have
identified a purpling of the lips in photographs, suggestive of decay
produced by bacterial populations in the mouth and on the gums. Others
say the pope shows signs of bloating.
My subscription to Vatican Illustrated lapsed so I don’t have
last year’s swimsuit issue to do my own analysis and will trust the
experts.
If you live in Washington or BC and ski or snowboard, you owe it to
yourself to check out the
card. I’ve had this for two years and just got my early bird deal
for next season - here’s why:
When I went up last weekend, mother nature and mechanical failure
conspired to create one of the best trips I’ve ever had on the
mountain. It was probably less great for the people stuck in the
gondola on Friday who had three hours stuffed in a small box to
contemplate the best snow of the season just 50 feet below while they
waited to have whatever mechanical problem fixed, but I like to
accentuate the positive, and the happy end to that story
involves me, Tanya, and 2 feet of fresh pow-pow in the Symphony bowl
on Saturday.
Could someone please instruct the neighborhood birds to stop trying to
eat the windows on my house? What are they after?
And when you follow it with a 0, you get how old Jon Perlow will be in about two weeks. I just left his birthday party and am standing at my bus stop, typing this thinking about where my career and life are going and wonder if it’s the right direction? Or if anyone really ever can answer these questions? Every day I work on the infrastructure for one of the most advanced pieces of productivity software ever created but by the end of the day I’m usually as interested in the progress of my kiwi or writing in my ~200 lines of perl blog as anything else. There is definitely something to be said for life’s simple pleasures. Like birthdays! Happy birthday, Jon!
What do the following people all have in common?
align="left">They’re all about to have their heinies handed to
them when our boy Howard Shan Lo (IT Program Manager) pours on the
charm in the second season of Singapore’s reality TV show Eye for a
Guy! There doesn’t seem to be a page up yet for season 2, but the
season 1 page is
online. Ride Singapore, Howard! Ride!
I’m in line to get Noam Chomsky tickets and pretty surprised by the turnout. I got to the UW bookstore at a litle after 8:30 not realizing that the tickets won’t be available until 9 but happy I got here when I did since it’s now winding around two corners as far as I can see (I’m also hoping to get Sister Helen Prejean tickets - she will be here the night before Chomsky). I can’t quite tell what the draw to Chomsky is but I saw him eleven years ago in Massachusetts and the turnout was simlar. Surely it’s somewhat a sign of the times, but there are also signature gatherers working the line to drum up support for Leonard Peltier, just like 11 years ago. Something about the draw is perennial, which is both inspiring and depressing.
This tutorial on
shaving is brought to you by MSNBC:
If you’ve never lathered up in the morning with a fine English shaving
cream that smells like fresh-cut violets, limes, or lavender, then you
are truly missing out on one the great manly pleasures of all time.
Looks like Doug McKean’s most recent band have
since I think they were producing some of his best work yet. So what
exactly is your problem, Doug? The
5 were cranking out
music. Then Motel Blonde lay down a great Replacements influenced
album but don’t even get around to releasing it (except the
- die never - stop quitting great bands!
Presidential Medal of Freedom recipient Fred Korematsu died
yesterday. From his wikipedia
Fred Toyosaburo Korematsu (1919-March 30, 2005) was one of the many
Japanese-American citizens living on the West Coast during World War
II. When the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor the Secretary of War sent
loose Executive Order 9066, which ordered all Japanese-Americans to
report to the Internment Camps. Mr. Korematsu refused and was tried
and convicted in federal court. He appealed and went to the U.S. Court
of Appeals. They upheld the original verdict. He appealed again and
brought his case to the United States Supreme Court. On December 18,
1944, in a 6-3 decision, authored by Justice Black, the Court held
that compulsory exclusion, though constitutionally suspect, is
justified during circumstances of “emergency and
peril”.<...>
In 1980, President Jimmy Carter appointed a special commission to
investigate the internment of Japanese-Americans during World War
II. The commission concluded that the decisions to remove those of
Japanese ancestry to prison camps occurred because of “race prejudice,
war hysteria, and a failure of political leadership.” In 1988,
Congress apologized and granted personal compensation of $20,000 to
each surviving prisoner.Mr. Korematsu’s conviction was vacated in 1983 by Judge Marilyn Hall
Patel of U.S. District Court in San Francisco. In 1998, President
Clinton awarded Korematsu with the Presidential Medal of Freedom.