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Searls and Weinberger. Rock? Why yes.
As do Doc Searls and David Weinberger: World of Ends: What the Internet Is and How to Stop Mistaking It for Something Else.
Bob Park rocks
Maggie on morning breath
Maggie on morning breath: "Daddy, your voice is stinky."
Potato Sticks
Last night I dreamt that I was writing a note on the to-do list on our refrigerator. The note read "make a copy of Randy Newman on Musicians for Jeff".
Since I have the space
Moved to a dedicated box at Dialtone/Interland. Huge sigh of relief.
Further adventures in role-model-dom
We've been trying to watch our language a bit around Maggie, since as reported earlier, her capacity for verbatim repetition is scary. We're not doing that well since we, personally, don't have any particular hang-ups about "bad words" -- at least, the non-racist, etc. kind.
Adventures in Web hosting
Note: this is unedited, stream-of-consciousness babble, containing profanity, a bunch of possibly-incorrect assertions, and a clear Emacs-over-vi bias. I'm frustrated, I need to vent, and that's life. My friend Mark asked for the gory details of my server problems, and it felt so good to spew about them that I thought I'd do so really publicly.
Karaoke nights need not apply
I was in Chicago a few weeks ago, had a free night and a last-minute, irresistable urge to perform. Finally found an open mike night where I could go make some noise, but it took some doing. Seemed like there should be someplace to look up that kind of thing.
George
I've been a Beatles fanatic since age 5 or so. A friend's older brother played me side 2 of Sgt. Pepper, and that was it. Just this morning, it hit me that the common thread between a number of apparently-utterly-dissimilar bands whom I love was this -- beneath the surface, you could hear they clearly love the Beatles.
Proud parenting (or, what a good example am I)
- Maggie knocks over her cup of rice milk at the dinner table (no, no, no, we haven’t gone vegan or anything, she just really loves it). She looks at it, frowns, and with perfect inflection spits out “Oh, cwap!” I give her a big hug.
- Discussing The Onion’s 9/11/01 Special Edition (again at dinner), I try to mumble the issue’s tagline very quickly, so as not to put bad, bad words into the mouth of our little angel. Of course, about 10 seconds later, she happily exclaims “Holy Fucking Shit!”
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