May, 2001: 15 posts.
Yikes! More than a week since I’ve posted anything.
Some news – the water temperature is 62 degrees F. Andd yesterday I went to the beach. The waves were subpar, but I went in the water. It was very nice.
Pictures soon – I want to put something beach-y in the header.
I enjoy good weather. I like bundling up and snuggling under thick, heavy layers of covers — but summertime has a nice featureset.
I’m looking forward to much bodysurfing and snorkeling this year.
Twigg’s is a small coffeehouse in North Park — part of San Diego. Last night Jenny and I saw Will, a co-worker at AVENCOM play guitar and sing there. I was pleasantly surprised – he’s got talent. Number One with a bullet, I think. As was pointed out last night, it is nice to see the people you work with in more than just a work context.
I have an irrational affinity for Christina Aguilera.
In part it is irrational because her roots are multiethnic, like me. I have at least Scot, Irish, Mexican, Spanish, French, and Yaqui in me.
This is a wonderful example of the melting pot. Many of us in the USA are just mutts. Interesting things happen when cultures mix. It also illustrates the fluidity of racial definitions. In the end we all should be judged by the content of our character.
I had not seen the movie in a while. I do have a VHS videocassette version, but have not whipped it out for maybe 2 years.
I was struck, on the additional commentary track, bu the naivete of the artists, and of Jonathan Demme, the Director. Perhaps they were indulging in nostalgia, but it sounds like a project that was fun to make. It was great to hear the thoughts of the participants, these many years later. It’s stunning to me that it’s 17 years old now. I can vividly remember being in my local Tower Records and wanting to buy it, but not having the money for it.
Talking Heads were a remarkable band, for their ingenuity and originality.
I’m a comics fan – and I keep meaning to explore these links.
comics.com – Red and Rover
ucomics.com – Pluggers
I blog them so I may revisit (or visit!) them.
Thought for the day:
“When three men walk together, there is always something I can learn. Choose what is good in them and correct what is not good.”
There is no undo for rm * in unix.
The files are just gone.
And you only have yourself to blame.