We had a small earthquake north of here at 9:50 pm, Tuesday night. At first I thought there was a truck driving by outside, but it lasted a little too long. It was a 4.0, though nothing really happened around here, as it was centered up north.
We had some ant partisans appear yesterday and today, but they've been taken care of.
German word of the day: Harn (Urine)
Wolfowitz: Guilty until all evidence is murky enough to invade anyway. This country is so rotting from the core outward... good lord.
Give eastern Siberia "back" to China? What in the...
Since my German isn't what it used to be, I've decided to start doing a "German word of the day" in my blog. It won't exactly be every day, but it will be in every blog entry from here on out, which is close enough.
German word of the day: E§bar (Edible)
Ever heard of Talossa? I hadn't until today, and, ignoring all other arguments, any micro-nation that has a "Ministry of Stuff" is at the very least interesting enough for one to check out their website... I think.
I gathered some things I wrote recently and a new Here I Sit entry was born.
In other news, I've been subconsciously trying to motivate myself to write more. I've been taking my 1/2-cent laptop out with me on bike rides to jot down random thoughts, and it's been interesting. The only drawback is that the ancient laptop's LCD screen is hard enough to read in a dark room, let alone outside on a cloudless summer day.
Two words: dry humor. Besides, everybody loves Squirrels, and everybody loves fishing. Right Neil?
That guacamole left me feeling like I ate 20 lbs of oreo cookie cream.. f*cking hell. Additionally, no slurpees were consumed today. That, and Bush is still an idiot of the highest order.
This afternoon I was stuck on hold with my auto insurer, listening to an endless string of repetitive messages telling me to "please stay on the line." Suddenly, a new message came up that gave me a good laugh. Speaking in a voice that bordering on pleading, a woman simply stated, "We know you want to speak to a real person, but no one is available." Interestingly enough, I never heard that message come up again.
He's back... breakin' the law.
I spent a good portion of the afternoon trying to find an article I read a while ago in one of my old National Geographics. The article was on the tiny pollution-infested Russian industrial town of Pechenga (formerly Petsamo, Finland). I skimmed through about 30 issues before finally suspending my search. Anybody know the article I'm talking about or which issue it was in?
After a 50-year hiatus from posting any new writing material on this site, I finally put up a new entry on here I sit.
One word: Impeach.
If you focus your eyes right, the upper-right-hand corner of Phillip-Morris' new logo almost looks like a bleeding, cancer-infested lung! Oh yes, and "Altria," as Phillip-Morris is now called, isn't an evil, tobacco-stained mass of capitalist misery-profiteering... oh hell no. No, instead it has "Tobacco heritage." That's right kids.
And now, some mood-inducing expressionism.
What I'm searching for is the violence of beauty, the beauty of machinery, and the softness of light. In a season of a mood comes an invitation, laying down disintigration while we're out picking flowers. Hand in hand, comes the birth of defined existence. Save our souls, for in the morning, we can't even save ourselves.
Today was my dog Meenee's 14th birthday. She's pretty gray now, and she spends about 90% of the day flopped on the carpet napping, but she's one of the family. I barbecued her a hamburger and put a candle in it, as always.
In other news, I got this cool empty beer crate from my Grandmother a while back. It's a 2-dozen Schlitz crate from 1918 that my grandmother used to put her Christmas lights in. As one might expect, it needed a little work. I nailed the bottom onto all 4 sides (it was originally only nailed to 2 and had cracked), re-hammered some of the old nails that had started to pop out, and vacuumed out all the spiderwebs and dirt from the joints. It rocks.
Neil Witkin shaved his beard! Holy sh*t! When did this happen Neil?