- 26 February 2005
- No. 1,562 (cartoon)
- Are you who you say you are?
I am who you think I am.
- 27 February 2005
- Jef Raskins Unremarkable Death
- Im writing this on a computer made by Apple Computer, Incorporated. Chances are that, had it not been for Jef Raskin, my computer might not exist in its current manifestation. Or maybe not; historical what-if games are boring.
Maybe Jef Raskin is responsible for the human/machine interface I tolerate, maybe not. I dont care, and Jef Raskin probably isnt concerned, either, since he died yesterday.
I shall remember Jef Raskin for his dramatic resignation from his academic employer, a story that has almost nothing to do with my computer. Raskin described it best.
When I resigned I got into a hot air balloon in the middle of Revelle Plaza and flew over the Chancellors residence playing my sopranino recorder so that he would hear the sound. He came out and I yelled down that I was resigning and floated off. I was an art professor at the time and it seemed arty to leave that way.
- And so it was that I was disappointed to read in his generic obituary that he died peacefully on February 26th, 2005 surrounded by his family and loved ones.
What, no balloon, rocket, or torpedo?
So long, Jef; thanks for the interface.
- 28 February 2005
- No Blue Juice
- They forgot to put blue juice in it.
Thats the technical reason a flight attendant on United Airlines flight 801 to San Francisco gave me in explaining why one of the toilets is inoperable.
Oh well, at least the ground crew apparently remembered to provide enough jet A fuel, hydraulic fluid, et cetera, or else I wouldnt be writing this. I can live without blue juice.
- 1 March 2005
- Horrific Haircut Story
- So David, Leonora began after assessing my new haircut, Who butchered you?
That would be me, I suppose, I admitted.
So just how very drunk were you? Leonora asked.
What makes you think I was drunk? I responded defensively.
Because youre too cheap and too much of a wimp to use good drugs, Leonora replied.
Ah, a simple misunderstanding; it happens all the time. I explained to Leonora Id never have shaved my head if I was in a chemically-altered state. The only times I make serious judgment errors are when Im in full control of my faculties. Thats when the delusion of adequacy kicks in, and sanityfor me, at leastrarely proves efficacious.
- 2 March 2005
- But What About Today?
- A few days ago, Hunter S. Thompson was talking on the telephone with his wife when he replaced the phone mouthpiece with a .45 pistol. And then he pulled the trigger, and that was that.
His suicide didnt yield too many accolades in the obituaries, probably because he did his best work over three decades ago. I did, however, come across one memorable quote.
Yesterdays weirdness is tomorrows reason why.
But what about today? Since Thompsons dead, I suppose Ill never read his answer.
- 3 March 2005
- The Already Dead
- Marty introduced me to a guest at her opening tonight, a woman who really appreciates the arts.
I talked with Martys guest for less than a minute; thats all the time I needed to realize that she was one of the already dead. I often find myself surrounded by the already dead, but its rarely a problem. The already dead tend to leave me alone and vice-versa; we have an unspoken truce that serves all of us well.
- 4 March 2005
- Too Much Fucking Profanity
- Glen Matlock, the original bass player for the Sex Pistols quartet, is annoyed by amount of shitty language on television.
Its pathetic when people swear for the sake of it, the old bastard and father of two children opined in a recent interview. Something ought to be done about it.
I find it pretty fucking ironic that someone who based his bands marketing plans on offending conservative assholes is pissed off that others are copying the juvenile approach.
Having said that, I agree with Matlock that profanity has no place in a learned persons vocabulary. Something really ought to be done about it, fuck yeah!
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