heh.

Hahahahahahahah.

LOLOLOLOLOL.

whatwahtahwawh?

The words "accidental, cross-country flight of a nuclear-armed B-52 bomber" do not belong together in a U.S. news article.

And we're concerned with other country's nuclear potentials?

And, now for something completely different...

Today, in a meeting, members of the department had to vote on whether the following change in an official document was permissible:

-"Section 12.0: The word 'involving' was replaced with the words 'together with', which actually clarifies things a bit..."

It was my job to take notes on this meeting.

Everyone voted for the change.

Paint your own...

Hmmm... guess what artist this site allows you to imitate...?

children's wear

I do not remember clearly, but my mother says
she wrapped my tiny body, low in temperature,
in my soon-to-be favorite blanket,
a multi-colored affair grandmotherly made
for the family's newest arrival.

She does not know where
that blanket has gotten off to;
perhaps it was a prisoner of childhood wars,
stuffed into a forgotten crevice
by a forgetful sibling and left behind
by a hurried family trying to set up
their new home down south.

Pictures help me to remember next
a woolen cap pulled down past my ears,
which my mother says reminded her
of my grandfather in the winter,
whose bald head could not afford to lose
what loving warmth he had left to spend in his old age.

I wore that cap until it was beyond repair,
the crown of my head weathering a hole
into its thinning fibers like a group of unrelenting gases
pushing through a single spot in the Earth's atmosphere.

Things I found/found out today.

1) Yes, I've reached the point - Blogging about a Blog function. Blogger Play is not as cool as I thought it would be when I was reading the description. It's just a slideshow of every photo uploaded by Bloggers. I can get a similar experience by searching for anything on GIS:

(First hit)



2) There is someone who works in the Department of History at FSU who doesn't use a computer. He has worked there for 50 years, and does everything by typewriter still, relying on cronies to put his stuff into Word documents. Talk about tenure. I kind of feel bad for the guy, but he won't ever know that because he can't read this post.

3) I found another job rejection letter today in the mail. Figuring in all the jobs I've applied to, I expect to continue to get at least one a week for about 3.5 years.

4) Damn, son! Gas is expensive! (A.K.A. I hate driving.)

... and it doesn't last long (... that's what she said).

'sit.

In Rainbows.

I'm going to have to pull the holier-than-thou indie being-a-dick card, because I checked Radiohead's Blog yesterday and totally saw a new update about the band's new album.

It was just a queer black n' white photo with a link to the queerly titled "In Rainbows" Web site.

I quickly searched around for news on this update, but... WHOOPS! I SAW IT FIRST!

Then all kinds of Blogs and news sites started coming out with posts about INFORMATION I ALREADY KNEW ABOUT, SUCKERS!

LLOLOLOLSOLZLZLZOLLO.

Yeah, blah the box set costs $80+, yeah, no record label, blah, yeah, any price for down-blah-load, etc. + crap = whatever.

P.S. - I might have just gotten a job. SSssshhhhh, I don't know yet, but it sounds like it. SShhhh.

---Yeah, and now I'm just Bloging really late about an event that happened yesterday, I know, but I'm just gloating, really, not trying to spread the info.

Whoa-zers.

Somehow Art Garfunkel, Martin Short, Bela Fleck, and Salman Rushdie will be appearing in a few months for Seven Days.

Somehow, I don't think I will be able to get tickets to those. (Maybe...)

Also, Wynton Marsalis is performing a week from today. But I don't have $50 for a ticket. And if I did have $50 for a ticket, I'd spend it on a Morrissey-in-Melbourne ticket instead.