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Fri, May. 8th, 2009, 02:52 pm
A recommendation

Star Trek is amazing, and you (whoever still reads this LJ that I keep failing to update) should all go see it. Especially those of you who have the ability to hear and see things, but even those who can't. It is that awesome.

I really should have mentioned this last night when I did see it, but still, it is true.

Sat, Jan. 24th, 2009, 08:44 pm
Juvenile paragraphs in political journalism.

From an article by Jon Martin and Carol Lee at Politico, actual quote:

“How can you spend hundreds of millions of dollars on contraceptives?” Boehner asked. “How does that stimulate the economy?”

Boehner said congressional Republicans are also concerned about the size of the package.

Strangely, I think it doesn't actually help to not know how to pronounce the minority leader's name.

Mon, Dec. 22nd, 2008, 06:46 pm
Du erkennst mich nicht wieder

I had intended my second post-hiatus post to be happier than this, but.

My grandfather died this morning. 9:05 AM. He was 89 and had Alzheimer's and Parkinson's for thirteen years. The Parkinson's had gotten so bad he couldn't swallow for the past several days. I don't feel like I have the words right now. I loved him very much.

We were supposed to wake up at noon and visit him today, me, my brother Will and my mom. An hour or so before my alarm, my mom came into my room and explained that we had to leave early. She started to say why, but I couldn't make it out in my state and through her tears, but, you know, I could tell.

Today is the first time I can recall seeing someone dead in real life. I don't have the art right now to, well, do anything any justice. He was cold, but not too cold. I rubbed his head like I always do --- I have loved to rub his head since I was a child, it was always very fuzzy, since he was rather bald --- and I can still feel the sensation on my palm if I concentrate. I can see his body lying in his bed and my brother, Nels, standing next to me as we listened to "May It Be" from LOTR. But I can't give it life in text. His face was gaunt, almost skeletal. He hadn't eaten or drank in days, and had lost a lot of weight, and it showed in his cheeks. His mouth was open, as it was Wednesday when I last saw him alive, his top teeth far ahead of his bottom teeth. Only one eye closed all the way. He looked dead. He had looked dead when I saw him Wednesday for the first time in a year, but not as dead as this.

I've been looking for this digital photo of him, but I can't find it. I think I left it in Oregon. Maybe later I'll post something that does things justice, but for now, I'm just going to crib from the dedication from my thesis.

[M]y grandfather, Hal, who I love.
A kind and wonderful man with a fuzzy head.

Mon, Dec. 1st, 2008, 04:09 pm
A harrowing tale of ice-cream related failure. And hospitalization.

I, uh, haven't posted in a while, so what I'm about to say may come as a surprise to you guys as well as me:

I am not dead. Let me explain.

Around noon on a sunny Monday in July I decided I wanted some ice cream. I cut up Safeway Mint Tuxedos (basically Oreos, only better and vegan) and fold them into French Vanilla Tillamook Ice Cream, and it's DELICIOUS. Except I was very low on ice cream. So I bike to the local Safeway to get some. There is, alas, none of the ice cream I desire. After an unsuccessful side trip to try and acquire my current favorite kind of Stumptown coffee bean (I expect to get some sort of compensation for all the brand name shout-outs I'm including) I return to the store and try their Old-Fashioned Vanilla. I get on my bike and head home.

A block south of Safeway, I brake too hard and fly over the handlebar of my bike (really my friend Jennifer's bike), jaw-first into the pavement. Bleeding profusely, I curse my bad luck, and try to come up with the best way to get home while letting loose torrents of blood. Around this time, people show up, and ask me about my teeth, which I assure them are alright. Or, rather, after some inspection, are not alright. Several have jumped into my gums, and also, my jaw can't close properly and is dislocated.

Anyway, long story short, I never got my goddamn ice cream. I had to give it away to the guy who drove me to the hospital, lest it melt.

Also, I now have a titanium plate in my jaw.

Tue, Mar. 4th, 2008, 04:52 pm
Why Oh Why Oh.

So does anyone else think it would be a wonderful idea to have a Due South fic about Austan Goolsbee's trip to Canadian Consulate in Chicago? Because they should. (For those too lazy to click the link, he's the economic advisor to Obama who reportedly had a conversation with the Canadians placating them about Obama's NAFTA rhetoric.) The only trouble is that I don't have a hook, just a plot-bunny.

Also: Alternate 60s-style Star Wars credits.

Fri, Feb. 15th, 2008, 10:47 am
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit and the vermin of the world inhabit it

I'm in London until Monday. Any suggestions for things I need to do? I mean, besides see Jeremy Bentham, that's, like, the next thing I'm doing after I log off.

Mon, Jan. 28th, 2008, 11:45 am
For Portlanders

Is anyone doing anything for the State of the Union tonight?

Thu, Jan. 3rd, 2008, 04:22 pm
Iowa predictions, and another Ron Paul video

So Iowa caucuses tonight. Here are my predictions I feel mildly comfortable with:

Joe Biden will place 4th.

Here is what I hope will happen that stands a fair chance of happening:

Dems: Obama then Edwards then Clinton then Biden then Richardson then Kucinich then Dodd. The top three will be not THAT far apart. But as long as Clinton doesn't win, I'll be busting out the leftover bottle of champagne I never got around to drinking on New Years. (Though, if we end up shunted into a parallell universe where Richardson wins, I think I will stick to the hard liquor and despair.)

Republicans: Romney over Huck in a squeaker. Thompson third. Ron Paul surprise fourth (or third, that would rock). Then McCain. (Republicans freaking hate McCain.)

Here is a Ron Paul video that cracked me up: Ron Paul Tell 'em.

Tue, Jan. 1st, 2008, 11:27 pm
I live. With video. Of someone who isn't me.

So, New Year's Resolution: I'm actually going to exist online again. To that end, and in honor of the Iowa caucuses on Thursday,* here is the most brilliant, terrifying Paultard (Paultard (n): A supporter of Ron Paul, often of the militant or blimp-purchasing variety.) video ever. (Hat-tip Wonkette)

*: I should think of something to do Thursday night. Suggestions?

Sun, Oct. 28th, 2007, 09:30 pm

Jonathan Pabelbon rocks my world. Everything is awesome. Also, apropos of nothing, I have a new couch. At some point I will have to talk about my new place, and stop being an internet hermit. But not right now. Right now, the world is AWESOME. RED SOX == YES.

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