Who am I?
©2001 Andy J. W. Affleck
The War on Terror Flounders: "Is there any explanation other than inertia to account for the United States' maintaining 47,000 troops in Japan, despite the lack of any threat there except perhaps from extraterrestrials, yet refusing to provide a few thousand troops to keep the swamp drained in Afghanistan?"(2:00 PM) ¶
Just Some Thoughts... about Baku and Tiblisi. Chris is there now. This means he didn't watch ER. He doesn't anyway.
I'm sure he's having a much better time culturally than we are.
I hope I get to travel for work soon. So far I've only made to the department of Labor a few times. Not exactly the high life. I may get to go to New York City soon but since I grew up there, it's fun, but not exotic.(11:12 PM) ¶
Anyway, I didn't watch last week. I decided I didn't want to watch the Dr. Greene death marathon and participate in that bit of NBC schlock.
And I said I wasn't going to watch tonight.
When it started, we were reading the article (below) about the Red Sox/Devil Rays game and laughing our asses off. Yet, every so often, we stopped and paid a little attention to the show. After we finished reading the article, we put the laptop to sleep and just watched.
Wow. I have to admit, it was a moving episode and not anywhere near as maudlin as I was worried it would be. I have to keep reminding myself that NBC has a habit of promoting shows in the worst possible way. I mean, come on, all season long we've been subjected to an Enya soundtrack on Friends commercials. Enya? Give me a break. And tonight's ER was supposed to be one to cherish. I don't know about you, but if I find myself cherishing a tv show, it's time for someone to take a two-by-four to my head at high velocity.
So, all of that cynical badanage aside, we rather enjoyed the episode. Of course Ann went through a box of tissues. But then again, she goes through at least three tissues whenever a cute baby or puppy appears in a commercial. She just hit me. Maybe I'm exaggerating. Maybe I should not blog with my wife sitting next to me.
But at least she's catching all of my typos and spelling errrors. Except that one. Ha.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. ER good.
I'm glad to see they aren't going in for any kind of blatant sensationalism for the season finale next week. No, not at all. Then again, I'm sure it's just how it's being promoted by NBC. At least it's not one to cherish. I can only cherish so many shows.
Ouch. That two-by-four hurts.(11:06 PM) ¶
And I'm happy to report that the Sox just swept Oakland. So, they may yet be the real deal. And to all the people who say the Sox fold in the second half of the season, bite me.(10:17 PM) ¶
Ashcroft... there are no words. I cannot wait until he is long gone from office.(2:09 PM) ¶
Busy again at work. I've been updating two papers I re-wrote this fall from papers I wrote last summer. It's a long story. But in the last few days, I've written and edited through about 60 pages total. Phew. I joke that I've been working on my thesis.
What is my thesis? Simply put, strict adherence to Section 508 and the WCAG 1.0 leads to inaccessible websites. They may be technically accessible, but they are annoying as all hell in screen readers.
The papers are on accessible online education. And they are going to get published. Somewhere. I hope. We'll see.(11:42 PM) ¶
I hadn't heard that before and it all but killed me.
Hey, Andrew, if you haven't yet seen Eddie Izzard, do so. Another funny man.(11:33 PM) ¶
OS X applications ranked by category. Neat list... I agree with most choices.
In fact, I'm in the midst of moving all but my work mail from Entourage X over to Apple's Mail client.(11:05 PM) ¶
Finally! Ann and I have been saying this all along. In fact, since the demise of Napster, I've hardly bought any CDs.(11:02 PM) ¶
Tom Waits: A Poet of Outcasts Who's Come Inside "Sunlight wouldn't seem to be Tom Waits's element. His songs tend to take place in rainy nocturnal realms filled with outcasts and freaks, where his slurred gargle of a voice and his junkyard assortment of sounds won't upset passers-by. Yet there Mr. Waits was on a bucolic northern California afternoon a few weeks ago, lunching on minestrone soup in a small-town restaurant near his home, and talking affably about how he has created and maintained his own peculiar zone [~] more like a back room or a bunker full of debris [~] in American music."
I've always loved Tom Waits' music. Ann admits she finds it interesting and tolerates the periods, every few months, where I go on a Tom Waits bender and listen to lots of albums over and over again before I move along to something else. Every woman I've dated long enough to live with me through my Waits Phases has tolerated that phase and just smiled and loved that weird part of me. Well, they did at the start of the relationship. I'm sure that as things were winding down it was another nail in the coffin. Rain Dogs helped me get over a particuarly nasty breakup some years ago. I think the album has moments that are so dark and depressing that I, by comparison, was happier and brighter. Either that or the album allowed me to go all of the way down so I could start my journey back up again. It's hard to say.
These days, my life has its stresses and strains but I am, on the whole, a happy person. So, Waits' music isn't about happy or sad to me now, they are about mood and melody, tone and timbre. They make me look at the world with my head cocked at a 30 degree angle the way a dog does when you make a funny noise at it. Yeah, that's it. Tom Waits' music is that funny noise that makes me do that. And I love it.
Don't tell my wife. But I may have to sneak off and buy a pair of CDs this week.(3:13 PM) ¶
What an excellent op-ed piece. I find myself in complete agreement with everything he says. I am not Catholic but I married one and I went to a Catholic high school. But my wife and I have talked often about how we want to raise Jack and whether we want to raise him in a given faith (though we've also agreed that we want to develop in him a strong capacity for critical thinking) and we've both shied away from the Catholic church as we disagree with its politics strongly. Personally, I love a good theological debate. I ain't gonna get one there. Not now. Not with the draconian policies they have in place. Remind me to tell you the story about why we had to drop the Catholic priest who was going to marry us a month before our wedding leading us to change the location of the wedding at the 11th hour.
I'd say more, but breakfast needs to come out of the oven. Homemade scones. Yum.(9:20 AM) ¶
First off, we had some impressive thunder storms in the last week. Here's a rainbow earlier in the week...
And here is a closeup...
New! If you have lawn-pattern-baldness, you can get spray-on-grass for lawns!
We joke about Jack having a girlfriend. She's the only other two-year-old in the neighborhood. Her name is Nimra and she's been letting Jack play with her car. In this series of pictures notice that she tries to give Jack a kiss. Of course, he was completely oblivious...
Finally, Jack had a balloon and then lost it...