The Indigestible

You might have seen this before. It’s sup­posed to be Ben Franklin’s daily sched­ule, and it’s used all the time by can-​​​​do types who want to make you feel inad­e­quate, because look at all the stuff Ben Franklin was able to get done before you’ve even shaved that three-​​​​day growth or changed out of your […]

But that’s all right. She did an amaz­ing, very coura­geous thing over the week­end of the Fourth: She went to Phoenix and met my folks. Now you have to under­stand some­thing. The arro­gance and sharp sense of humor evinced herein is come by hon­estly. I got it from my dad, who got it from my Grampie. (Though it […]

Fly. Fly high, and far, and go, and go and go, and fol­low your bliss and find your dreams. And if you ever need a friend, you have my digits.

If you haven’t been read­ing Sinfest, you should be, and if you missed Sunday’s install­ment, you should give it a look. Criminee and Fuchsia have a thing going on, and it’s been get­ting him out of his shell — and show­ing her that she has a human side. This one was very, very good.

This is ChocoTheme, which I just loved real quick­like because it reminds me a bit of a sketch­book, à la Moleskine or some such. That is all. (BTW, Bryce, you’ll notice the “share this” links are back…)

Google is now no longer Google. They’ve kindly posted usage guide­lines for their new name: I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more.

Last week came the sad news that the inven­tor of the Frisbee had died. This week, we learn that Ronald Howes, who invented the Easy-​​​​Bake oven, has also died. He was 83. Undertakers esti­mate that it will take 18 months to cre­mate his body.

Multiple sources carry the news that Fred Morrison, the inven­tor of the Frisbee, died today at age 90. In lieu of bur­ial, his body will be thrown onto the roof.

Well, what the frack. Here’s Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner, part 1 of 7. Rime of the Ancient Mariner I Read by Yours Truly.

My body is a cage. Arcade Fire. My Body Is a Cage I’m liv­ing in an age That calls dark­ness light Though my lan­guage is dead Still the shapes fill my head I’m liv­ing in an age Whose name I don’t know Though the fear keeps me mov­ing Still my heart beats so slow My body is a cage that keeps […]

Me, read­ing “The Second Coming”, by WB Yeats. Copyleft 2009. (MP4, 700 KB, recorded 8 December 2009 on my iPhone.) Usage rights are uni­ver­sal with attri­bu­tion or a linkback. Don’t serve the file off my net. Download it and serve your­self. ==== Turning and turn­ing in the widen­ing gyre the fal­con can­not hear the fal­coner; things fall apart; […]