Kindling.....

I apologize to my regular readers for the enigmatic nature of this post.

A lesson in thirds...

Just a lil' article for your reading pleasure. Nothin' like a lil' Tuesday mornin' report by the American Bar Association to freak your socks off.

First business trip

Oh glorious day...oh apprehensive sub-fortnight! I'll be heading to San Diego Comic Con International on Wednesday for my first ever business (sound link) trip. Yes, it will be full of talking and jibber-jabbering, waltzing about and undoubtedly requiring ibuprofen for my heel...BUT...

It shall be quite fun. My first "industry" show and a great Mecca of geekdom. I hope I get tix for the magnificent exclusive sneak preview of Samuel L. Jackson's finest movie ever...

Digital Dog Duel!

Another bit of technology falls into place. Canine combat 2 the xtreme!

Viva Italia

Here's what bad spirit earns you...no matter how good you are. Your headbutting ways were your downfall, Zidane! ITALY WINS THE WORLD CUP!

Click Zidane's Thuggish Mug to see him act naughty.

Those Special Two Days

Saturn is here to welcome me to his special day, a part of the weekend along with Sun's day. But will they be days of rest? I THINK NOT! Days of fun? I THINK SO!

White Wolf (my workplace) cookout tonight, practice tomorrow, Eyewonder (Erin's workplace) party tomorrow night, practice Sunday, potluck Sunday night for team decision time.

I predict:

• Beer (maybe something else)
• Food
• Sweat
• Driving
• Sleep
• Showers, drinking water, and a comfy bed reaffirming their places as three of the awesomest things in the world.

Dewey and His Decimals.

Ah, UHF. What a wondrous movie. Pure, unadulterated comedy at its near finest. In addition, it served as a bastion of my childhood, amongst other things. In many ways, it was one of the generators of thousands of funny inside jokes between me and my friend Robert.

Recently my job has proliferated. We are starting to get in a ton of new content, some of which will have to be scanned in.

I've been signing on more and more publishers, which involves at least 40 precise e-mails to different publishers with different content and all of whom have a different story. You thought captaining with Michael Wood was time consuming? Oi vey (sp?)! In addition it means overseeing all the content going in, prepping most of them, and remembering no less than 10 processes which must be done in the correct order for each of them.

Back to Wierd Al's movie. "Don't you know the Dewey Decimal System?!" - Conan the Librarian, UHF. Every day I have to further streamline my processes just to keep track of the information on all of the publishers. Who's got contracts in? Who's on the fence? When did I talk to Johnny McComicsums last?

Today the massive amount of processes reminded me of one of the most fascinating short stories I've ever read. The Library of Babel by Jorge Luis Borges. I read it during an English course I took in college about Apocalyptic literature. We read that, and like totally watched 12 Monkeys and stuff. It was awesome. I suggest giving it a read, its super keen.

Where's Joan Baez?

Joan Baez, where are you? Music industry, where are you? I just wanted to make a quick note this morning that I can't believe there isn't a popular song or artist that's speaking out against the war on a grand scale. Sure, there are songs by Bruce Springsteen and countless others, but nothing anthemic. Most of the anti-war songs are remakes from decades ago. The Dixie Chicks are protesting in their own way, but its self-righteous.

If the music industry can produce such superhits as "The Macarena", "The Thong Song", and "Who Let the Dogs Out" I'd like to see just one out of the top 20 on billboard capturing the zeigeist of disatisfaction and frustration about the war, the mishandling of Katrina, and every other damn thing the administration and congress is doing now. There are some top songs out there now that are metaphorically veiled critiques (such as Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy"[and awesome video links]), but nothing with true cojones [another awesome video link].

Where oh where is the "Killing in the Name", "Fuck tha Police", "911 is a Joke", "Cop Killer", "Fortunate Son", "Get Up Stand Up", "Bullet in the Blue Sky", or "Sunday Bloody Sunday"? America has a rich tradition of protest songs and the music industry is betraying it.

End note: Where oh where has my Air America gone? Also, I've been pondering why we call this the "War in Iraq". Definitely a telling naming choice.