Gray Flannel Dwarf

3/31/2002

Another “War on Terrorism”

Sometime, in recent memory, someone told me about a bet they’d made with a friend. The bet was regarding which centre of global strife would break into full-fledged war, first. I think they choices from which they could pick were China vs, Taiwan, North vs. South Korea, or Israel vs Palestine. Now that I think about it, I must have had this conversation shortly after the much-lauded Israeli-Palestinian peace talks a few years ago, because my response was that I had a hard time chosing any of those — they all seemed to be relatively benign or in the process of being resolved.

How quickly things change.

Based how easily the term “war on terrorism” has become a wild card and based on these new statements, I guess we know the answer. :/

In other news, I had a very un-easter. I have been fighting a headache all weekend, and thus couldn’t drag myself out of bed to find a church, any church, to attend. I woke up around 10.30, woke up again around 1.30, and then fell asleep close to 5.00, before waking up an hour and a half later. Meanwhile, because of others in the family being sick, there was no Easter dinner in the works, either.

I at least bought soda bread, does that count?


cswiii @ 11:23 pm

3/29/2002

A Campaign of Ambiguity

So let’s say this whole “War on Terrorism” really got outta control.
Let’s say they re-instituted the draft.
Let’s say I got drafted.
Let’s say that I enlisted as a conscientious objector.

If this were the case, maybe I’d get put to work, constructing posters of patriotism and propaganda. In this instance, I would probably take the Hobbesian approach, and play both sides of the debate. I would design symbols with which anyone could identify, regardless of opinion; I would mask any notion of absolute opinion, one way or another.

My posters would look something like this one:



cswiii @ 9:33 am

3/28/2002

Bought a book on technical

Bought a book on technical writing tonight. Actually, I bought the Dummies book on technical writing, tonight. On my yearly-goals-stretch-your-skills-new-age-corporate-hoo-hah, I listed tech writing as something I was going to try out, so I guess I’m locked into it for a while. It doesn’t look too bad though. I can be a real punctuation pharisee, if I’m in the mood.

Just (re)purchased Jeff Buckley’s Grace tonight. I guess I can’t say I really ever forgot how good it is — but I sure am glad to have this very real audio treat in my hands again.

I’ve been noticing a weird trend. It seems that, at least around here, the highest patriotic regalia-to-vehicle ratio seems to be on the Jeep and Dodge SUVs. I think that, as a percentage, I see the American flags on those vehicles more than anything else.


cswiii @ 9:58 pm

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall

I’ve loved this song, ever since I first heard it. So far ahead of its time.

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
(Bob Dylan)

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’,
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’,
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’,
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.


cswiii @ 12:49 pm

You’ve heard the phrase, “talking

You’ve heard the phrase, “talking out one’s ass”? This is crazy.

You can see the commercials here.


cswiii @ 11:37 am

3/27/2002

decompression

That was the magic word, from about 2-5 PM today. I was a bundle of nerves on the way back, and while at work. The Corey Harris CD in the player was the only thing keeping me reasonably calm.

I absolutely hate driving in the city, and having to navigate one’s way down Georgetown’s hectic M Street doesn’t make it any better, much less when one doesn’t know where the hell one is going.

Also, if you are the driver of that Audi or BMW that very nearly got us both killed… I wish nothing but the most painful chemical castration on you, so that the world won’t have to deal with offspring just as stupid, who might, like yourself, try and make a left turn across two or three lanes of oncoming traffic on Rt. 123 McLean. That’s not road rage talking, that’s my memory of seeing two things within a split second of each other: the green light of the traffic signal up ahead, and the silver glint of the luxury car, turning from the median, smack into the northbound lanes, sitting there, as I’m making my way down the road.

I am going to bed early tonight, or at least try.


cswiii @ 9:12 pm

I’m up way late, but

I’m up way late, but tomorrow is a day of getting visa work done, as opposed to corporate rat work, so I think I can afford it, somewhat.

If you’re religious, or even if you’re not, you may find this journal entry interesting.

I saw the doppelganger of an old college friend (no, esquemeauxpi, I was already gonna use that word, a priori), at Starbuck’s tonight. I just kept looking at her, it was something of a flashback moment. I’ve since lost contact w/ this woman, despite trying a few times to get in touch again… although it is probably my fault, since I dropped the ball on the online magazine I never got around to starting. She was gonna be an editor; I think she had high hopes in it, and me, and I dashed both. :-/ Maybe I’ll try once more to talk to her. She’s a great writer.

I can’t remember what else I was gonna say tonight. I think it’s a bit too late.


cswiii @ 1:52 am

3/26/2002

portions 1:45-2:45 of “On the

portions 1:45-2:45 of “On the Run” (Dark Side of the Moon) sounds completely eerie. Sends shivers up my spine.

And the chimes at the beginning of “Time” just made me jump.

…Can you tell I’ve never listened to this album with headphones before? Can you believe it?


cswiii @ 3:19 pm

3/25/2002

One more reason for using online bill payment

… so that I am spared the embarrassment and wasted time by not having to write a check for $1.70 to my long distance “provider”.

This is also one more reason for using pre-paid phone cards.


cswiii @ 6:28 pm

3/24/2002

spring sprang sprung

Made sure that I spent a little time outside today. When it’s 63, there’s no reason not to.

Went down the same bike trail as before. Here are some pictures… as usual, you can click on them for larger versions.



These flowers were actually quite small, not as large as
they might appear in this image.

Buds from a tree… not really sure what kind.


This is… grass. Nothing special, I guess, but as the sun was just beginning to go down, the newly-growing blades glowed brightly.

The path crosses the same creek several times. This is the same creek that I photographed before, probably about a mile upstream.

Budding leaves…


…and more of those yellow things.

A blooming flower.

By this point, it had started to get dark, and I was on my way back… and it was at this point that I think I learned an important lesson: Resist the temptation to save battery power, and keep the camera on all the time.

I had already pretty much “closed up shop”, powered down the camera and put the cap on when, to my astonishment, I saw two or three deer in the woods, probably within 100 yards of me. I immediately froze, as to not make any noise. One deer still saw me, ran off immediately. The other, right behind, looked over at me for a few seconds, before running with the others. A few seconds later, they blended into the woods, and I wasn’t able to see them…. even though there were houses just a couple hundred yards behind them.

For some reason, my flash didn’t go off, or didn’t have much of an effect. This was the best I could manage.


cswiii @ 8:07 pm

3/21/2002

I just saw this on

I just saw this on the journal of Here’s mine. It changes every time.


It’s turning out on the BAD the cover journal,
of Those Sweet Cheeks Reveal about it: at the
past few nights; Sid and I didn’t want to move
to get rejected For Progressive Culture I
don’t think you chris! I have quite the hell
magazine is the magazine the casual reader.
Percentage in my head synopsis; can see be
every time; they used goes to be form a
fashion ads the way home, the hell does that
mindset tonight. Are scribbly, half assed
graffiti on qmail for the new global and I
guess the political paradigm shifts in a night,
which isn’t A nation of Self appointed
commandos, i have that could Book. Finishe
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scripts, it goes to have been doing the
bookstore tonight, Black Book: supposedly
for a magazine in two weeks I procmailed
stuff rolf say (but nothing i saw this on I
guess the free either).

– teedz


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different from Sid and explanations.
I procmailed stuff rolf to be an interpretation
of themselves. I’ve been reading The free,
cover.

– teedz


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Here’s mine It yay! Big image below. I know it
spits out on Google; wish list at least, the
phrase (bookstore tonight).

– teedz

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author’s theories and Pinchability of the
magazine is The scribbly, half assed graffiti
on the Why The way home, the BAD the way
home, The March issue of Those Sweet
Cheeks Reveal about It gets a readin machine
the recent issue of The GOOD the Google.
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one headline included the would expect it
changes to be every time they just saw this
paid a lot but every time they just saw this on
the time casual reader. I guess the hell does
that, classifies itself as Progressive Culture I
just saw this on, Google. Directory for not
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think You want.

– teedz


cswiii @ 1:09 pm

uhh.

I just saw this paid ad on Google:

I shit you not. It goes to this page. A nation of self-appointed commandos, I tell you.

Wait, how does that make us any better, then?


cswiii @ 9:24 am

I have been a readin’

I have been a readin’ machine the past few nights. Well, kinda. I’ve been reading 25 pages a night, which isn’t a whole lot, but Why Americans Hate Politics isn’t exactly turning out to be light fare, either. I didn’t expect it to be, but the political paradigm shifts in the 1960s are a whole lot more complicated than I’d ever known, albeit they make reasonable sense after reading the author’s theories and explanations. So far, it’s turning out to be an interesting read, though it may be too dry for the casual reader.

I saw a magazine in the bookstore tonight, Black Book, supposedly for “Progressive Culture”. I skimmed it. My synopsis:

THE GOOD:
* The subtext for one headline included the phrase, “Ashcroft, Cheney and Rumsfeld to form a superstar boy band”.

THE BAD:
* The aforementioned article was far to short, and contained far too much tripe.
* The magazine is loaded with fashion ads
* The magazine is loaded with fashion spreads
* The magazine contains a fashion spread not so far removed from Sid and Nancy — except that Sid and Nancy probably paid a helluva lot less (or, probably more accurately, didn’t pay) for their duds.
* Same old recycled commentary. The hungover, “morning-after” dregs of some hideous Wired meets Vogue meets George orgy. They just scream out “faux”.
*The scribbly, half-assed graffiti on the cover.

Now, arguably none of the “BAD” things are so horrible, in and of themselves. But nothing I would expect to see in a magazine that classifies itself as “Progressive”.

However, I’d probably still submit articles to them.
However, I’d probably still get rejected for not “getting it”.


cswiii @ 12:41 am

3/20/2002

yay! Directory Search is back,

yay! Directory Search is back, for paid accounts, as is the plain ole directory for the free users!

Addendum: Doh — I guess the directory ain’t free, either.


cswiii @ 5:47 pm

rolf say, “WTF” rolf


rolf say, “WTF”
rolf [to Teedz]: why the hell does wiw have so much spam coming in
Teedz [to rolf]: ?
You say, “I dunno, I haven’t seen much ever since I procmailed stuff”

rolf say, “ever since they changed over to qmail”
rolf say, “i guess they used to have quite the filtering system cause i
never used to get spam there”
You say, “they’ve been on qmail for a long time now”
rolf say, “yeah”
rolf say, “but every day it gets a little worse :)”
rolf say, “it used to be every few days”

rolf say, “now it’s n times per day”
rolf say, “increasing n”
rolf say, “generally greater than 3 now”
You nod.
You say, “yeah”
You say, “in two weeks I got about 128 spams”
You say, “and then in the past 5 days I have gotten 70+”

You say, “better yet”


cswiii @ 10:42 am

3/19/2002

Remember this haunting image?

Taken several years ago in Afghanistan, the photographer tried several times to find her once again, to no avail.

Recently, he was successful.

Read about it, at the following URLs:

http://www.melia.com/ngm/0204/feature0/index.html

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2002/03/0311_020312_sharbat.html


cswiii @ 2:33 pm

My housemate made me a

My housemate made me a black chicken sandwich for today’s lunch. This, while telling me that, traditionally, black chicken was said to be good for womens’ health.

So, if I’m wearing a skirt the next time you see me, she’s to blame.


cswiii @ 11:27 am

3/18/2002

Regarding March Madness, there’s been

Regarding March Madness, there’s been good news and bad news for me.

The good news: I’m in second place.
The bad news: There are three people in first place.

It was a fun weekend. Went in to Ballston for a while, Friday night, to the Carpool down there, waited an overtly-long time for a friend’s friends to get there. Meanwhile M was beat, so we headed out, but not before grabbing a quick bite at the IHOP. Not much memorable there, except the massive numbers of asians working in there, whose ethnicity I couldn’t figure out. Our waitress told us the answer: Mongolian.

I don’t think I’d ever met a Mongolian before.

Found out that she spoke Russian a bit, and had lived up in Siberia for a year, so she and M chatted a bit.

Saturday night was a typical relaxed one of cigars and cabernet sauvignon. Too bad it was so damned cold. Finished up w/ that and watched One Night at McCool’s. Strange movie. Not bad, but nothing captivating, either.

Sunday, was by far the best night, although we were out way too late for my tastes — at least for a Sunday, anyway. Met up w/ some friends, two brothers with whom we went to school… one lives in ATL and the other in LA; Their dad flew them into town as a surprise b’day gift for their mom. So they were in Delaware, and we decided to meet up halfway, in Baltimore.

Went down to the Inner Harbor, had a few drinks, waited for them to get there. Ate mediocre, overpriced meals at ESPNZone, and then went back over to a bar (Something-Bistro), near the big “Power Plant LIVE” sign. Watched this parade of (mostly) cute women head in, all wearing green and wearing bumperstickers advertising some other joint down there.

Perhaps a highlight of the evening was when one of the brothers, without really even doing anything at all, picked up the number and email of one of the girls. She was after him, more than anything. Brains and beauty, this cute blonde (with a truly Irish Catholic name, I might add) is a polisci major and is heading to Georgetown Law School next year. How my friend is gonna do anything with all this, seeing as he’s on Pacific time, is beyond me. I wish him luck, though.

On the way back to the car, downtown Baltimore was treated to the sight and sound of all four of us singing Beatles tunes near the top of our lungs, in the chilly, drizzly weather at nearly 1.30 in the morning. It was a fun night, really good to see old friends again. Too bad I got nabbed for a minor moving violation, thanks in part to my friend’s antics on the road, but that was only a minor damper. I came home and, it being nearly 2.30, crashed (on the bed) hard.


cswiii @ 7:16 pm

3/15/2002

YIkes!

How the hell could the ad on CNN figure out my geographical location?



scary nissan ad


cswiii @ 12:57 pm

Well, so far I have

Well, so far I have missed five on my March Madness picks. This doesn’t bother me too much, though, because none of these missed picks play each other in the next bracket, and I didn’t expect the winner in any of those slots to make it past the next round, anyway. The way our tournament is scored, the points double each round. So we’ll see.


cswiii @ 9:34 am
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