occasionally l'Marquis' been accused of dilettanish-ness... 9.30
not anything we are ashamed of, be assured of that. George Plimpton's command of such a life style provided us a role model, although we fall short of the panache & savoir faire that were his hallmarks. Dr. Gonzo has a few words of farewell for his long time comrade, and we hope the day someone has to return the favor for Dr. Gonzo is a long way off. More fine words in memory of Mr. Plimpton by David Remnick, from the New Yorker on-line, Postscript: George Plimpton; and that lovely hunk of womanhood Leah Garchik has a few more nice things to say about Mr. Plimpton in her column today. Au Revoir, George!
good stuff Maynard (& Maynardetta)... 9.29
because these folks are doing such a marvelous job: Whiskey Bar; Open Source Politics; Gordon Coale; Medley; Eschaton;
oooooh and we'd be awfully remiss if we didn't mention
(Lord of River Rats & carrying the scarred knees to prove it) S. Baum's Ethel the Blog and yes, there are others, thanks goodness the numbers are increasing every day. You're also well advised to have a good look at the folks featured on their sidebars...
speaking of hugs...
yourstruly could use a great big one this morning...
oh yahhhh... good for our knees but bad for our ankles thangyavurrymuch... no, indeed not the lovliest sight, great big hunkin' monkey dude teetering about on his high heels, and No, that was NOT us at the Folsom Street Fairthis weekend...
some of the difficulties of wearing high heels for the well fed & not
terribly svelte amongst us are described in the second paragraph
of the initial item in our dear Ms. Garchik's column today,
& goodness knows, the last thing l'Marquis wants
to do is fall down and break his sizable tuchus....
are you seeking offbeat recreation... 9.26
this weekend, Binky? oh, then hie thyselves to the environs of Berkeley CA this Sunday for the How Berkeley Can You Be parade. Come on out and Get Your Freak On!;
and oh boy, big time fun for bluegrass fans:
Friday, Saturday, & Sunday, Oct. 3rd, 4th, & 5th, Hardly Strictly Bluegrass;
FABULOUS bunch of performers including EmmyLou Harris, Steve Earle, Gillian Welch,
Jimmy Dale Gilmore, Laurie Lewis, Willy Nelson,
and M O R E !
seeking some surcease, please, however temporary...
from the idiocy & contemptible agenda promoted by the cad-ministration. And in regard to that time limit issued by diplomatic lackey C. Powell, Six Months? You must be joking... maybe one of the pharmaceutical companies in bed with the resident can come up with an Instant Democracy pill...
we've said it before, and we'll say it again...
George W. Bush is a Liar.
and it is extremely satisfying to know
we aren't alone in that opinion...
yourstruly's been at this web journal/web logging...
business for a few years now, and during that time have become acquainted with many folk whom we imagine would be excellent company over beer & pizza (at the very least) and been fortunate enough to share a meal or two with a few who we have met up with in meat space. Here are two items provided by two individuals we've not met up with yet (and when we do, that first beer's on us), first up, K.M. of Ghost in the Machine, linking to item he's titled Battle Cry of Falsehood; then there's the esteemed C.J. of BookNotes, who pointed us in the direction of the very interesting annotated version of the Moron-in-Chief's speech to the U.N., and on that note, just mention here we try to provide youse guys fair warning (along with a tip of the ol' red fez here and now) when l'Marquis be in thy environs.
a Brooklynite who knows what it's about...
thanks to Stumpy D Crew at Environy for the linky goodness: Harold Bloomis NOT amused & incidentally, neither are we--- Stephen King?
yeeeeeessssssshhhhh...
oh Oh OH! and talking about modern day travesties, Dennis Potter's spinning in his grave. rest assured, rant forthcoming in re to this bullshit..
ahhh... hello, New York Times...
regardless o'the fact we all the way out here on that other coast, the left one, and while we certain that Mr. Ferlinghetti appreciates the column inches, damn, that anniversary actually was celebrated big time in June, Okay, but "Thanks Anyway" for finally getting around to recognizing it...
the worst thing about being a Mongolian in Iraq?
no place to find fresh yak milk... sorry, Binky, really (Yes, we are!) sorry...
no doubt many of you have heard... 9.24
of the shenanigans afoot locally referred to as the California Recall Election, so we want to share this item sent along by comrade & fellow traveler Martin M., talented graphic artist here at Fishwrap Classifieds, How Come There's A Recall, Californiatrying to keep some semblence of a sense of humor about it all, but it be dif'cult, m'chillun, very very dif'cult...
for those of us who love the written word...
& occasionally enjoy the company o'thems that provides it,
we introduce to you: www.firstpage.org
may the goddess shower many blessings upon Molly... 9.23 It is not necessary to hate George W. Bush to think he's a bad president. Grown-ups can do that, you know -- decide someone's policies are a miserable failure without lying awake at night consumed with hatred. Poor Bush is in way over his head, and the country is in bad shape because of his stupid economic policies. If that make me a Bush-hater, then sign me up.
Molly Ivins, Fear and Loathing in America;
knowledge of Ms Ivins' essay via ThomasMc.com
"They're very profitable!" he said...
yourstruly is at a loss of words to describe our reaction: Cheeseburger and Fries, Wrapped Up in One oh Yah! put 'em in our public school cafeterias! doubtlessly, an idea whose time has come...
at the risk of biting off more than we can chew...
yourstruly read the New Yorker piece linked here a week or so ago, and can recall the distress we
felt upon reading Gibson's reaction to a N.Y. Times column written by Frank Rich which contained some minor criticism of
his film--- Then Gibson expressed his feelings about Rich. “I want to kill him,” he said. “I want his intestines on a stick. . . . I want to kill his dog.”
Now, mind you, we haven't read that N.Y. times article, but it isn't as though Mr. Rich was critical of the intelligence
or beauty of any or all of Mr. Gibson's many children, or of his career as Movie Star or Director. Once upon a time ourowndamnself recalls paying admission to watch Gibson in many of his roles, and admittedly enjoying the experience, becoming something of a fan, but we are now re-examining our past fondness for Mr. Gibson in light of his religious zealotry. It is one thing to be a successful show-biz personality and utilize ones success by opening a chain of restaurants, or perhaps
some kind of spa featuring colonic irrigation, who knows. Please also realize that if Mr. Gibson wants to build his own church and import a cleric specific to his denomination, well, more power to him, particularly if he goes about it privately, avoiding proselytizing & attempts to gain converts. If l'Marquis wanted to build a little chapel where our
backyard cottage is, and install an altar bearing lovely odalisque wearing pink panties (now THAT'S something to get religion about!) as long as he is not in your face about it, well, that be hunky-dory, no? When we were thinking about how long we'd been watching Bill Murray, you know, ever since those long gone days of the original S.N.L., Caddyshack, etc., well, Mr.Murray does have a thing for golf, he (in conjunction with his brothers) has opened a Caddyshack themed restaurant in Florida, and so far, has been pretty low key about all of this; we not saying that golf is Mr. Murray's religion or
anything like that, just utilizing him & his ambitions in contrast to those of Mr. Gibson, who, we fear, has made LOADS more
money than Mr. Murray could ever imagine, and just think of the tax advantages in having all those children. Ahhh, sorry, we getting away from whatever it was that got us to the point of mentioning any of this. We fear the kind of untrammeled zealotry and ambition that seems to characterize Mr. Gibson's intense focus and desire in bringing about his vision in re
to illuminating us with his depiction of a certain J. Christ's life & subsequent crucifixion, and if you will allow us to step out of character for a moment or two here, My spiritual life is my own business, and I would certainly never attempt
to offer up any thought or opinion that it be superior to yours, more correct, less mistaken, The Way to Eternal Salvation,
nope, non, nyet, Nah!, not bloody likely. I also become very resentful and aggravated with those folks who do that very thing, somehow in their missionary zeal forgetting that the Word of God (whichever god it is they are referring to) is actually the work of man, some man, some "visionary" whose particular flavor of spiritual salvation has managed to garner
apostles & devotees. I cast my lot with the skeptics, the non-believers, willing to acknowledge that in such a grand and impossible-to-fully-realize universe, I would be settling for less than the truth when I try to convince myself to become a believer and an adherent to some particular reliqious creed.
We'll likely pay our admission and view Mr. Gibson's film, perhaps it will be such a singular moment that it will affect our conversion, upon which we'll renounce all our worldly possessions and hie ourself off to Southern California where perhaps Mel himself with bestow upon us his mercy & forgiveness and allow us to be the Chosen Menial, whereupon we will live out the remainder of our days sweeping, mopping & dusting his personal chapel. Yet again, that's Not Bloody Likely! Sort of hope we
had the possiblity of living long enough to see what would occur if the scenario described within this Atlantic Magazine article were to come to pass; what would happen when we realized we ARE alone in this universe, upon achieving the knowledge that we are not ALONE in the
this same universe. hmmmmmmmmmm....
lovely, just lovely... 9.22
relief is in sight,
the marine layer creepeth back onto the coast
and into the bay...
H u h ? what's that again? China’s hippies find their Berkeley;
l'Marquis' wondering if Mr Pan has ever been to Berkeley.
oh! and speaking 'bout Berkeley, CA,
the Stroke-a-Thon took place over the weekend. oooooh, you with your mind in the gutter!
stroke as in S W I M M I N G, Binky, we are disappointed in you...
bit of news from the desert southwest...
that brightened up our day somewhat,
from the "Sisters are Doin' It for Themselves" file: Activist Becomes Women's Rights Icon Andale, hermana! Si, Se Puede!
Yipes!
ourowndarnself neglected to mention that altogether too short but pleasant weekend closed out in the company of pals Janey & Phil who dropped in for visit Sunday afternoon with salad fixings & a bottle of vino bianco whilst yourstruly baked up some cornbread and had the grill going for delicious surf & turf action (mostly chicken tho, which was indisputably yummy!) followed up with viewing of Confidence on DVD and then some pickin' & grinnin' between Phil on his Martin & Jaypea on his Taylor while Janie patiently did the Sunday crossword & acrostic puzzles, tappin' her toes and humming along contentedly.
uhhhh... that was "contentedly", Right, Janey-Kakes?
okay, let the wisecracks begin... world's oldest genitals?
no, Binky, they're not mine either, thankyavurrymuch...
mineowndamnself wants a pill...
that will make the weekend longer, and then, when we feel the end of it approaching anew, another pill and PRESTO, more weekend...
we made vain attempt at putting together a post yesterday, but rapidly lost whatever momemtum we'd built up as the morn progressed into noon & then afternoon, heating up along the way, another bloody, horrid day of 90 degree plus temps locally and, egads, absolute proof positive of major climate changes afoot, this has to be the warmest summer on record in local environs. Bah!
all in all, the weekend was a pleasant one, enough diversion provided to keep a d'monkey's mind off the problems that beset intelligent & aware peoples today; a nice brekkie on Sat w/friend from out of town who tarried long enough to enjoy early matinee of Lost in Translation, viewing of which was the inspiration that had us contemplating writing up yesterdays intended entry, then developing into second thoughts, certainly enough to peruse out there in terms of reviews and appreciations of same, particularly Bill Murray's work in it. The singular thing we have always appreciated about Bill Murray is that the man is genuinely funny, and the best thing about his particular kind of humor is that he simply doesn't give a shit as to whether you "get it" or don't; his isn't the kind
of "oh aren't I the clever boy" sort of shilling or begging for an audience's laughs in response. His mien is ironically dead pan, and while he can summon some silly &
slaps-sticky kind of tricks from his kit-bag, he remains so wonderfully reactive, which makes him a joy to watch in this film in particular. Oh, and "Thank You!" Sofia Coppola, for one of the more memorable & enjoyable opening shots in the history of cinema, a a lingering & unhurried meditation of a lovely, pink-pantied odalisque...
okay, chewy linky goodness? izzat wha' ya came here for?
sorry, Binky-poo, might have to go elsewhere for that really good & chewy linky stuff: Bob Boudelang again sings the praises of the Bush cad-ministration;
oooooh, she is SO right, and man, when you get it wrong, Ouch! so painful...
ourowndamnself's just another working stiff... 9.19
and, goddamit, aren't you sick & tired of that fool G.W. Bush?
going to be spending a lot of this weekend medicatin' due to bullshit & shenanigans like this, courtesy Bush & Co's cad-ministration...
perhaps we'll withhold judgement until we hear it...
yourstuly goes WAY back in re to being a Beatle fan, and truthfully, have always felt a greater affinity to John's sensibilities than to those of Paul, so when we read this news, out initial response was "Hey, don't go there Paulie!", then again, well, we'll wait &
see, or rather, hear...
passing this along during a free moment... 9.18
some very chewy linky goodness:
dated 10.22.02, Our History with Iraq
yourstruly enjoying a busy morning...
running here & there attending to a variety of domestic chores, wondering how our pals on the other coast, particularly a few Carolinans of our acquaintence, might be faring. oh, hope to see some reassuring message before too long...
during part of drive this Am we were listening to KPFA radio, Democracy Now, and (an example of one of the great things about the web & occasional interface with another media) this is the transcript of show we were listening to,which gave us reason to think "Oh Oh!" re W. Clark and his announced candidacy. Here is link to related story from FAIR alluded to during the Democracy Now show via mention by Steve Rendall (we went searching for any on-line access to that London Times column by W. Clark without success, but if anybody out there has some idea of how to find it, please let us know).
WHOOO HOOOO!- Hoooray for the Minions! Crakhed Johan does it again!
Looks as though that W. Clark column from the London Times can be found here
Oh, we got so much work to do here and wish we could stay and play a while longer, but for now, we'll leave you with this PBS Newshour
item, we watched this interview last evening and think it worthy of mention & sharing with thee: Jimmy Carter, interviewed by Jim Lehrer
bon jour!
something yourstruly has known all along (and is certainly
a contributing factor
to the occasional deep dive into utter depression our emotional equilibrium
takes on occasion), good to see it confirmed statistically that the current resident of the white house is the biggest liar. thanks to Kansas City Pat for sharing the linky goodness...
it's true, the man's shadow loomed large...
a nice tribute to Johnny Cash, from the Guardian UK, Alone with The Man in Black
and while we're at it, here for the moment,
there's truly no way our tiny minds can comprehend the immensity and grandeur of the universe we inhabit, this only a small reminder of that vastness...
from the Wonders of Modern Life file...
wish we'd thought of cashing that check
and then - e g a d s . . .
yourstruly's left speechless...
okay, so the question to ask now is... 9.16
can our elected representatives ally themseelves against some of the other idiocies perpetrated by the cad-ministration? oh, Marquis, dear sweet bumbling Marquis, don't get thy hopes up... Senate approves measure to undo media ownership regulations
OH! and in re to those other idiocies, etc, we introduce: MISLEADER;
and Thanks! to Chuck Taggart's LOOKA! for that heads up...
democrats still in disarray re a VIABLE candidate...
and goodness knows, we have to remove that buffoon currently ensconced in the Oval Office,
so, how about this Wesley Clark fellow, eh?
from The Atlantic, Online: Force Multiplier;
from Esquire Magazine: The General;
and no doubt we'll be getting a lot more information in the coming months...
miscellaneous chunks of chewy linky goodness...
all courtesy the local fishwrap/S.F. Chronicle-S.F. Gate: Litquake - A San Francisco Literary Festival;
several literature/publishing related links in todays Datebook;
and something about two Sioux visitors, very fine & sort of inspiring:
an introduction to their story from Saturday's fishwrap;
and then how the two warriors fared on Monday, from todays pages... brrr rrr rrrr..., makes l'Marquis shrink up just to think about it...
YES! repeal those horrendous tax cuts...
they're certainly no benefit to the majority of us, & then
please, Please,
PLEASE impeach the churlish charlatan residing in the white house...
now this is one helluva an idea...
so, if they could only think up the equivalent to replace
those poor bastids currently doing the cad-ministration's dirty work around the globe, and even better, provide all nations with the equivalent, let them all fight it out in some cyberwarfare arena allowing the rest of us who give a damn & are willing to make the effort to work on peace, justice & the better world we all dream of... not bloody likely, dear Marquis, too much money to be made in doing it the other way...
we really needed some kind of pick-me-up this morn...
s'funny thing in a way, at the end of sunday, when we putting the monkeemobile away, listening to KALX, last tune we heard was Johnny & Bob singing Girl of the North Country, left the m-mobile at home yesterday & took the bus into the j-o-b and this Am, as we were running tardy and decided to drive to BART station to catch the train in, KALX on the radio again and sabes que? Bob & Johnny, Girl of the North Country, yessireee... ANYWAY...
this Am, thanks to heads up from C.J. @ BookNotes, we discover
the esteemed river rat S. Baum has provided us w/definitive collection of Johnny & Bobby tunes, sort of a wonderful memorial if you asks us. Thanks, Esteban, in a big way!
and this morning, on the train in, yourstruly was listening to Steve Earle's When I Fall (from his Transcendental Blues album) and wondering whether June and Johnny had ever recorded that tune, anybody out there know?
two good causes, deserving of support...
and thanks to pal Steve on that other coast for allowing us
the opportunity to put our money where our big mouth be... HUH?! man, does dat monkeyguy strangle da englisch or wha?
hie thyselves over to Stumpy's environy and sign up for a good cause,
and you can tell him the dumbmonkey sent ya... and while you're at it, send a letter in support of The Bottom Line,
and tell your friends too, 'cause ain't it gonna make you blue when you
finally get to visit the Big City and The Bottom Line is no longer there?
oh, you'll be crying the blues then, datz fo' sure Binky, datz fo' sure...
felt we had to look in on Doctor Gonzo... 9.15
& see what the fellow had on his mind today,
after a somewhat mild rant about boxing in Amerika,
he takes off the gloves and let's us know how he's really feeling lately:
Our dangerously goofy child President from Texas is a squalid example of trouble coming home to roost. He is like a half-bright football coach who goes into a big game without a Game Plan. BOOM! Shame and failure will follow you for all the days of your life. Selah.
The Bush family reeks of fraud and bad karma. But even worse than our wretched, gibbling president are the cowardly whores in Hollywood who are currently smearing film stars and music people like Johnny Depp by calling them unpatriotic Americans who righteously question the wisdom of invading a whole nation of Islam -- 1.8 billion worshipers -- which is a dangerously stupid idea. Disagreeing with Donald Rumsfeld about bombing anybody who gets in our way is not a crime in this country. It is a wise and honorable idea that George Washington and Benjamin Franklin risked their lives for. These thieves in the White House are so crazy with greed and power, and they are causing so much drastic damage to the world we live in, that they are the ones who should be put on trial for treason.
a semi-regular feature at Page 2 of ESPN.com
another semi-regular feature for your leisurely perusal, R A L P H
it's true, and Satchel Paige said it succinctly... The social ramble ain't restful...; we couldn't agree more.
ramblin' about socially since Thurs nite and suffering a bit for it late Fri & into Sat, some mysterious malady laying us low and having us feel every one of our 609 (& counting) moons of existence, yeeeeeeeesssssshhhhh....
so, Monday we learned about a very interesting concert via this story in the local fishwrap, happily enough tickets were still available and we attended same on Thursday, which was a very warm day in S.F., remarkable to come out of the show about 10:30 Pm and walk about comfortably in ones shirt sleeves. It was a fine night of music, our favorite parts of the show were the two solos performed by Oumayma Al- Khalil, sans accompaniment, a beautiful & haunting voice. There's bit more about the World Music Festival at this site, all in all, a very enjoyable evening. Things remained warm in the Bay Area until Sunday, when (oh, and you can bet we were happy to see it too!) the marine layer finally made its return and chilled things down nicely. Sunday also happened to be Solano Stroll day in l'Marquis' environs, and oh, thank goodness they only do that kind of thing one day a year, all manner of folk descending on our quaint Albany neighborhood as well as that of our North Berkeley neighbors to the east. The pervasive mood throughout the weekend though was Blue, Blue, Blue, and we cannot put our finger on any particular reason for it, let's simply surmise it is the tenor of the times, our awareness of the continuous acts of chicanery & stupidity the cad-ministration is responsible for, and the
rather dismaying level to which social discourse has descended to in these days & times: Why is it that the romantic fortunes of two untalented half-wits is news of any magnitude at all? (see the yeeeeshhh alluded to above)
ok, don't want to leave you with that sour taste in your mouth, so we offer up the following nuggests of linky goodness, starting with Iraq: The New War, from the NYRB (ugh, that didn't taste very good either, did it?); out of the NY Times online, Good and Good for You (evidently, ourowndamnself better apply himself more assiduously to the effort...) hmmmmm...
mebbe now be a good opportunity to hie ourself off to do a little meditatin'- see ya!
oh yah, anarchists 4, communists 2
glad yesterday is over... 9.12
l'Marquis filled his social calendar to avoid dwelling on that oh so very hard to not remember anniversary, and yes, we did something a little different hereabouts yesterday, hoping to avoid anything maudlin. During very pleasant early afternoon al fresco lunch w/amiga Coach S., she wondered aloud
if there might ever be a time when the anniversary will pass, well not altogether unremarked, but with less of that sort of jingoistic coloration we've seen. Our own thoughts on that matter involve a change in the cad-ministration, as it only serves their agenda when they attempt to remind us of the danger we are in, that their War on Terrorism is our ultimate purpose and never will we forget. It will always be a tragic anniversary, without a doubt, but like so many other huge, tragic and ultimately despair inducing tragedies (Hiroshima, Nagasaki and the Dresden bombing come to mind) should be there to remind us of the great cruelties we are capable of resulting from decisions leading to the exercise of those horrific options when they are the only alternatives considered. ahhhhhh... damn... that was awkwardly said, sorry...
and we tried SO hard yesterday to avoid dwelling on the madness...
yourstruly was up way too late, suffering a bit for it now, so just going to repost a couple of items alongside one new one this Am, two from yesterday to begin with: Rummy don't do politics Bonehead's Many Miscalculations
& here, some others the Bonehead in Chief & his minions are responsible for...
Big Bad Johnny C.--
thou will be missed; we know you'd be proud and honored that Ring of Fire was one of the first tunes we ever committed to memory & that our version would do plenty of justice to yours, Adios, Man in Black...
yourstruly has oft identified with... 9.10
those spirited folk who tilt at windmills, so we be tippin'
da ol' red fez to the Santa Cruz City Council for standing up for what they believe in, and wishing, with every fibre of our being, that we could see this develop into a grand and memorable movement to unseat an unqualified & unscrupulouscad from office along with that posse of charlatans & bible thumpers riding upon his coattails, but alas, alas...
if you've not already developed the habit...
you should, really...
and alongside J.C., you ought to be checking in regularly
on BookNotes, Whiskey Bar, Ethel the Blog, wood s lot, Medley, Eschaton, ahhhhhhhh, jeez, it's like preaching to the choir around here sometimes, but we do see many of our referrals coming from Dr Menlo's SLA and miscellaneous results from a variety of search engines so MAYBE, some of you are still unaware of some of the enlightened & aware folks out there working hard and none of us are here to make a buck out of it, (altho, you could buy us a drink if you're interested...), SO, those folks mentioned there all have wonderful links available for further perusal on their sidebars, and you could also, if you want to, check out a few others on this list, & as we are about to pass that anniversary, perhaps time to revise & update
time we wrote a few letters to the editors...
and supported this kind of thing & perhaps they'll respond with more events encouraging & educating the electorate: TUESDAY, 9.30.03, The Bush White House:
How Covering the Beat has Changed
Time: 7:30 p.m.
Place: Zellerbach Auditorium, UC Berkeley
Other Fall events listed here
uh oh... bettah watch out... 9.9
yourstruly gonna start acting all whiney again! whilst performing duties at Fishwrap Central Front Counter,
we were passing time by perusing some of the links generated via
that google search linked earler re Jonathan Schell, & you all already know how much we like to share linky goodness...
for thee: J. Schell, The Case Against the War rather interesting that this particular link's located on the ditc.mil page, no?
y finalmente, una cosa mas,
from the September 2003 issue of Esquire Magazine, The Falling Man by Tom Junod
Whiney? oh Yahhhh! we be whiney like a muthafukka...
and won't rest until that blustering bantam rooster be unseated. So George, how do you feel about your mom and dad?;
& from the NYT on-line, Presidential Character
a word to the wis-enheimer: Ignorance is NOT bliss,
and NO, I have not forgotten Sept. 11, '01,
so Shut the Fuck Up yourowngoddamnself... what's he going on about now, you ask?
believe me, you don't want to know...
oh Oh OH -- this got past us on Friday,
guess we wuz lookin' forward to the weekend... Jonathan Schell, The Importance of Losing the War;
from The Nation, via truthout
potato chips & chocolate cake...
are definitely items on our personal Top 10 Fave Foodstuffs,
and now we know why; we be self-medicating!
consider this our way of dealing with the minor hangover we
earned ourself last evening, listening to Warren, drinking wine-spo-de-ohh-dee, drinking wine...
from Mitch Albom (who co-wrote Hit Somebody- The Hockey Song, w/W.Z.), ...anything but gray
oh, Elaine... 9.5 you got some s'plainin' to do...
ahhh, yesss, pig people, they do seem to be everywhere
and not just unique to the U.S. of A. these days, no?
there must be some corollary that applies...
re why short work weeks after a holiday seem SO difficult. Mark Morford has something to say about the J. Lynch book deal. hmmphhff... can you say Oprah's Book Club Selection?
ooops, nearly forgot...
in the excitement yesterday after experiencing what l'Marquis initially imagined was some great sex & that turned out to be only a minor E-quake, we overlooked mention of viewing pretty darned good documentary feature on William Gibson (oh, yah, this has been around since '00 but yourstruly hadn't run into it until yesterday courtesy IFC); very interesting long interview whilst being driven about in a limo interspaced with readings from many of W.G.'s work, providing opportunity to learn a lot more about the man than we'd been aware of heretofore. Title of the documentary is No Maps for These Territories, and
this next item is a nicely done W. Gibson fansite.
livin' round shakeytown... 9.4
nice jolt just a little bit ago,
screencap of USGS info on the event here,
current USGS info linked here
would certainly be a sin of omission...
if we overlooked passing along "Happy Anniversary!" wishes to John of Information Junk (once known as Footprints) and a few words of praise re his efforts in passing along that San Franciso flava for four years now... & we hopez the baby be allowing you a good night's sleep by now, J...
sometimes it doesn't take a heck of a lot... 9.3
to brighten our spirits, and this couldn't have happened to a more deserving target (oh, with the exception of that blustering bantam rooster in the white house...);
and if that's not putting enough fuel in your airplane, Binky, howzabout the fact
that Ethel the Blog (AKA Señor Slackass) is Back! muchas gracias a CJ for the heads up!
used to be, on a crowded afternoon...
one could get up VERY close and personal with your fellow Magnani's devotees, so some good news and lovely that they're still in the neighborhood, and for those of you
not familiar w/East Bay haunts, a lovely neighborhood it is, too... & you can shop at Berkeley Horticultural Nursery, eat fine No-MSG chinese cuisine at Lilly's, or enjoy your favorite cuppa on the outdoor patio at Espresso Roma...
there's an incredibly nasty stench...
coming from Iraq, and most of us recognize the Bush cad-ministration is the origin of it, bears responsibility for it & fully intends to wallow in it. Can we stop them? Jon Carroll, from the local fishwrap...
egads... september already? 9.2
l'Marquis' in the midst of a re-examination of his reasons for living,
and, oh dear, why must we mortals be fated to struggle on so?
something occured to yourstruly whilst perusing the news
over the long weekend mostly centering on that old saw re going to hell in a handbasket and the likelihood that said handbasket is now equipped with fuel-injected, turbo powered behemoth V8 and moving Extremely Rapidly...
two cartoons to share with you: Zippy the Pinhead, dated 8.31.03; Tom Meyer, also from 8.31.03;
and it didn't help matters that yourstruly decided to watch The Trials of Henry Kissinger during the Doc Day broadcast on the Sundance Channel. l'Marquis would like nothing better than to see the chicanery villains of this degree are responsible for brought to light, then witnessing them brought to justice, but it just isn't that kind of world is it?
the unwilling victim finally resigned to their fate as August
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