March 16th, 2004

i am not a stuffed tiger.


I've been in a weird mood all day. As evidence: I really enjoyed the profile section of the New Yorker about Miuccia Prada that I started reading last night and finished this afternoon. It isn't online since the magazine is hopelessly quirky about online content. I've heard that it's up to the authors to decide how long (or if) a piece is available on the web. In itself, this is neat, but inconvenient.

I don't even know if the story is that good.


Last night at the pub quiz we were sitting downwind of two chain smokers, yet we were unable to answer a question about the definition of misocapnist.


The music at Bauhaus is remarkably bad (at least for those of us who do not ♥ the 80s). Yet abandoning my office to work here for a little while feels like a step in the right direction. Now, though, I feel compelled to fold my laundry. What a stupid day.
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the only earth?

comcast wins again

god. I love it when crappy journalists / delusional people go on the Daily Show and Jon Stewart totally takes them to task. Tonight's victim: John Stossel preveyor of schlock for 20/20 and author of Give Me a Break. It's kind of a shame that it takes a "fake" journalist to actually confront them on their nonsense.
drinking in the dark

red cedar

Not that I was ever a huge MSU basketball fan, but I feel really stupid for not noticing that they'll be playing in Seattle for the first round of the NCAA tournament [key arena] on Thursday.

Last minute tickets might be available tomorrow afternoon and their practice tomorrow is open to the public. I should probably try to take advantage of this opportunity. My guess is that tickets will be sparse since Gonzaga is part of this round.