It will be useful to know that in British English, "blinding" has an additional meaning of something close to "fucking amazing".
Last weekend:
Angelina Jolie is looking damn fine with that eyepatch; I hope that Sky Captain &c. is the next Indiana Jones. I'd settle for some hot Barsoom action, but we need pulpy goodness. MORE PULPY! Chronicles of Riddick was better than I expected. Also, the end credits art reminded me of the quote from Dungeon #111(June '04) : "When King Numedides lay dead at my feet and I tore the crown from his gory head and set it on my own, I had reached the ultimate border of my dreams. I had prepared myself to take the crown, not to hold it. In the old free days all I wanted was a sharp sword and a straight path to my enemies. Now no paths are straight and my sword is useless." --King Conan, "The Phoenix on the Sword," Robert E Howard.
Monday, I got to use some colored pencils for a task at work. Doing the task was more satisfying thanks to them, because I haven't used them in eight years. I also convinced my library to hold a book for me that they didn't yet have at the time.
Tuesday I picked up a book for a father's day gift.
Wednesday, I sent the book off from the National Capital Post Office, housed in the same fabulous building that holds the Bureau of Labor Statistics HQ and the National Postal Museum.
They're open seven days a week, and to midnight on weekdays. Dinner was a a quick bite over in Union Station (another great building), and I had this lychee nut drink. Mmm tropical goodness.
Thursday was slow.
Friday, I caught Alain de Botton's (How Proust Can Change Your Life, &c.) talk on his new book Status Anxiety and he rocked. Very funny, for a philosopher, and he spoke to a standing room only crowd.
I was also surprised by the quality of the questions from the crowd. I guess I'm now less jealous of Portland in general and Powell's in particular for getting Jane Jacobs.
What I remember as being the funniest parts of the talk were his take on Anthony Robbins and that sort of self-help book, and his interviews with British tabloid editors. The point he was trying to make by doing these interviews was that there isn't an appreciation for the tragic today. He had asked several of the editors of various tabloids what their headlines would have been, had they been given various works of literature as the events of the story. Othello, for instance, had a suitably sordid summary. The best by far, however, was for Oedipus the King: "Sex with Mum was Blinding!"
Today, I bought my sister her birthday present, the printed version of volume one of ugh-bold overload.
After that, I went to the library to finish Asphalt Nation and return The Two-Income Trap, as well as pick up The End of Oil and The Coming Crash in the Housing Market. The latter is some scary stuff.
Edit for today and a rogue tag.
Last weekend:
Angelina Jolie is looking damn fine with that eyepatch; I hope that Sky Captain &c. is the next Indiana Jones. I'd settle for some hot Barsoom action, but we need pulpy goodness. MORE PULPY! Chronicles of Riddick was better than I expected. Also, the end credits art reminded me of the quote from Dungeon #111(June '04) : "When King Numedides lay dead at my feet and I tore the crown from his gory head and set it on my own, I had reached the ultimate border of my dreams. I had prepared myself to take the crown, not to hold it. In the old free days all I wanted was a sharp sword and a straight path to my enemies. Now no paths are straight and my sword is useless." --King Conan, "The Phoenix on the Sword," Robert E Howard.
Monday, I got to use some colored pencils for a task at work. Doing the task was more satisfying thanks to them, because I haven't used them in eight years. I also convinced my library to hold a book for me that they didn't yet have at the time.
Tuesday I picked up a book for a father's day gift.
Wednesday, I sent the book off from the National Capital Post Office, housed in the same fabulous building that holds the Bureau of Labor Statistics HQ and the National Postal Museum.
They're open seven days a week, and to midnight on weekdays. Dinner was a a quick bite over in Union Station (another great building), and I had this lychee nut drink. Mmm tropical goodness.
Thursday was slow.
Friday, I caught Alain de Botton's (How Proust Can Change Your Life, &c.) talk on his new book Status Anxiety and he rocked. Very funny, for a philosopher, and he spoke to a standing room only crowd.
I was also surprised by the quality of the questions from the crowd. I guess I'm now less jealous of Portland in general and Powell's in particular for getting Jane Jacobs.
What I remember as being the funniest parts of the talk were his take on Anthony Robbins and that sort of self-help book, and his interviews with British tabloid editors. The point he was trying to make by doing these interviews was that there isn't an appreciation for the tragic today. He had asked several of the editors of various tabloids what their headlines would have been, had they been given various works of literature as the events of the story. Othello, for instance, had a suitably sordid summary. The best by far, however, was for Oedipus the King: "Sex with Mum was Blinding!"
Today, I bought my sister her birthday present, the printed version of volume one of ugh-bold overload.
After that, I went to the library to finish Asphalt Nation and return The Two-Income Trap, as well as pick up The End of Oil and The Coming Crash in the Housing Market. The latter is some scary stuff.
Edit for today and a rogue tag.
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