Archive for October, 2003

where is my mind?

I’m not dead, I’m just resting. What follows is a monumentally boring quick personal status update; if you’re looking for sparkling insight into politics, entertainment or the internet, look elsewhere.

My urge to chatter and socialize, online or in real life, has been at a pretty low ebb for the past few weeks. I managed to drag my ass out into public for Ringel’s wedding (which was a lovely time, and saw a bunch of friends, including one from across the pond that I wasn’t expecting at all), but that’s pretty much been it. Get up, go to work, go home, unpack more boxes, putter around, watch Good Eats, fall asleep. Rinse, repeat. The cats have been seeing a lot of me, but not anyone else.

Tonight’s Halloween, and ironically enough, the first time that it’s had the decency to fall on a weekend evening since I got here, I basically have no plans for getting dressed up and meeting up with people. ‘s annual Halloween party took away any need to worry about what I was doing for Halloween for the last five years, and now that Neal’s off living on the other side of the planet, I’m kind of at loose ends, and have had way too much other stuff on my plate to bother scaring up an alternative. So it looks like M and I will be going to the puppet show at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine tonight, and that’ll be about it; the rest of the weekend will be spent getting the last bits of the apartment together for the housewarming.

Ah, autumn ennui, how we love you not. Time to get a sunlamp for the living room: I’m willing to chalk up one lame Halloween to extenuating personal circumstances, stress and SAD, but this Will Not Do.

a small plea

Okay, I am officially casting myself on the mercy of my friends here. Many of you are very very smart. Hopefully one of you will have a clue, for I am totally stumped.

My journal is mirrored from a local blog that I run on my own server: I use ‘s excellent YABBOB blog software to maintain it, and it generallly does a fab job of it.

There’s one and only one problem: for no reason that I have yet been able to determine, the CSS for the site does not render in KHTML-based browsers, namely Safari for MacOS X and Konqueror for Linux/KDE. What that means is that under any other browser, my blog page looks sylistically similar to my static web page, but that under Safari, the blog is just plain black-and-white text, with no formatting at all.

Netscape, Mozilla and even freakin’ IE5 all manage to display the site correctly, and I cannot for the life of me figure out why Safari won’t. If any of my oh-so-brilliant friends have a clue, I’d love to hear it.

schadenfreude, baby

No one in the major media seems to have twigged to this yet, so I’ll just toss it out there…

Is it just me, or did Rush Limbaugh’s much ballyhooed weight loss (according to his spinmeisters, a consequence of Deep Personal Conviction, Willpower and Fortitude on the matters of diet and exercise) a few years back coincide more or less exactly with the period in which he started to be a fucking junkie?

I know, I know, I should be more sympathetic. I’ve done volunteer work with opiate addicts, it’s a horrible disease, they need treatment not scorn and sanction… but fuck it. Rush is part of the reason junkies can’t get treatment in this country. And while I know damn well that as a rich white guy who was abusing prescription opiates instead of street horse, he’ll get a fine and probation, go to Betty Ford and then write a tell-all book about how the pressure from the Liberal Media Elite™ forced him to turn to sweet, sweet heroin to dull the pain, for tonight I’ll just pretend that we live in a just world, and that Limbaugh will get the same, ah, bum’s rush trip through the courts that any non-famous junkie in this country would get, and that he’ll get to be a guest of the CA Corrections Department for the next 20 years.

Welcome to Oz, Mister Limbaugh.

and yet, no complete works of shakespeare

It is officially confirmed: LiveJournal is run by monkeys. Dumb monkeys.

Guys, it’s called a “testing/QA environment.” It’s all sorts of helpful. I’d be delighted to tell you all about it, and my rates are reasonable.



Buncha interesting stuff going on this weekend, mostly in my old neighborhood, go figure.

Saturday, Oct 4th, 3-10pm: Renewable Brooklyn Concert at the Prospect Park Band shell, featuring Dan “The Automator” Nakamura and Prince Paul (AKA Handsome Boy Modelling School), UNKLE, and Death in Vegas. Despite the INSANE lineup, this thing seems to have gotten almost no promotion whatsoever.

Saturday, Aesop Rock and EL-P at the Bowery Ballroom. Which is great. Except that it’s sold out. Which is not. Grr.

Monday, Oct 6th: Chile Pepper Fiesta at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. What better way to load up on food before Yom Kippur starts?

Of course, I should spend the weekend unpacking…