2001may06. Rolling Ball Sculptures.
2001may10. Tucker repros. Only $150,000. Get them while they last. Pick me up one while you’re at it.
2001may11. Interview with Tristan A. Farnon of Leisuretown.com [via peterme]
2001may12. Graffiti. Paris 1968. Everybody in the house, lemme hear you say HO!
2001may12. Article on talk show boot camps for (mostly) “wayward” teenage girls. Having a problem with your teen, America? Call in the military!
2001may13. The Truth About Vinnie.
2001may13. I hope you called up your mom and wished her a totally rockin' mother’s day. I got the answering machine, but I added an improvised guitar solo and random beeps on the phone keypad. Luckily this did not activate the “control mode” of the answering machine. For those of you who are test-tube babies, you should call the Courtesy Care desk of the assisting hospital and wish them a happy hospital day. Also I am playing Isketch right now (username “Cardhouse”). Just whiling away my Sunday hours until feeding time again.
2001may30. This has got to be the funniest thing I’ve read all week. “Standard I.A. 2. -Evaluate, take, and defend positions on why government is necessary and the purposes government should serve.” Yes, this does just that.
2001may30. Tastykake. Did you know that the kickin’ jamsters over at the Tasty Baking Company have a market share of SIXTY FIVE PERCENT for Mid-Atlantic states? Mother scratcher, make that SEVENTY percent for snack pies ... they’re droppin’ the sweet Tastykake revolution on 49 states, Puerto Rico, and Canada! Tastykake: A World Of Baking In Motion.
2001may30. That Tastykake replica panel truck is sure one sweet ride. It sure is.
2001may30. Live large, my learned friend, via “The Collegiate,” a delicious medly of Tastykake confections including the famous Tastykake Butterscotch Krimpets. What a wonderful way to cap off a feverish night of hard studying and other quasi-educational endeavours.
2001may30. The Tastykake Trivia Page. Hours of entertainment. 1.1 million donuts manufactured each day. Amazing. 250,000 pies. Incredible. Cinnamon from Indonesia. Also amazing.
2001may30. I have received my IRS check. It is for the exact amount I reported stolen from me over the past year via the 1040ZBIJ form, but in addition to this I received “Notice 54,” which indicates that I have been paid a “different” amount.
In no way is it surprising that the IRS thinks that two equal amounts are different.
2001may30. There’s a great little project over at Lost and Found Sound involving pre-recorded repetitive public announcements (“The White Zone is for loading and unloading of passengers only”) but unfortunately it’s a pop-up linked off of this link, so if you’ve disabled pop-ups, you’re going to have to disable the disablement to see the announcement for the project.
2001may30. Tastykake.
2001may30. Test. Testing. ROCK!!!!!! Is this thing on? Rock, please. Could we get some rock over here? I like the way they “rock out.”I’d rather fight rock than switch rock. Share the wonders of NATIONAL ROCKOGRAPHIC with your friends! Rock? The subject continued to rock into the night.
2001may31. The vacation was nice. Death Valley hit 115 degrees, which wasn’t a record, but I think it’s a personal best. One of the old codgers at the Saline Valley springs introduced himself by saying something like “hot enough for ya?” which I could have predicted had the heat not melted my brain thirty minutes prior. The springs are an oasis in the middle of a desert, just like the movies. Clothing optional, so I was very careful to hide my pee-pee in a bold series of toreador-like towel manuverings (“ole! opa! didi-7!”). One of the springs has a roster of names listed next to it, including a “thanks” to a certain “Charles” (“'65”) who I was later told was the “ Manson.” I tried to avoid sitting in that pool, but at a certain point it was the only one left.
I soaked in the Manson Death Spring
2001may31. Then there was the visit to Manzanar. When I last drove by it, everything had been taken down – the sign, the cards and letters from people, etc. But now, the sign is back, there are the guard posts, they’re going to turn the auditorium into a visitor’s center, etc, etc. But it’s still called a “relocation center” instead of “one of several American Concentration Camps.”In the very back is the graveyard; there were origami paper cranes everywhere. And how wonderful is this, to be able to find the perfect explanation in less than 10 seconds with google?
I’m guessing that the cranes will be hoovered up by the NPS in short order. They have a running history of removing any sort of third-party human element or interaction from “their” sites. Too dangerous, letting people have a voice. Might get too loud.
2001may31. Here is a better link for the The American Soundtrack project over at Lost and Found sound which was discovered by intrepid explorer Wally, who lost two fingers to frostbite during his three-day ordeal. We wish him well. Peace. Oh, sorry.