I don’t know how many times in a row I can listen to the first song on new the Flaming Lips album, but I seem to be going for the record. Twenty minutes ago I didn’t even know who they were. Access to the internet will change things.
Month: June 2002
My referrer logs list “the top 30 query words by the number of requests”, which I often think reads like very surreal, very bad blank verse.
Today, it’s: “the gallery I penis spam show richter universe brendan woman when picture andy come essay walk turn drive wouldn’t machine congratulations solved could if characters that python off controls cd.” I’ll let you try to figure out for yourself what individual people were searching for.
Three days ago, I said that I felt like I ought to be using my new color scanner for something. I really should be more careful what I wish for.
Last night, as I was deleting a number of the links from the sidebar (as well as adding a few new ones), I wondered if maybe I should also delete Mighty Girl. A quick visit reminded me why I shouldn’t. Maggie has an interesting way of looking at the world. Yesterday she wrote:
This morning I noticed a smoldering cigarette in the street. As most of the western United States is on fire right now, I walked a few steps over and crushed it with my toe. Then I realized how silly the impulse was. It’s not as if the asphalt were about to ignite. For a moment, it made me a little sad to live in a place where nothing burns.
I think I’d really start to miss strange observations like that.
“The 9th Circuit judges who struck down the Pledge may be the most unpopular people in America right now,” reads the subheading to Scott Rosenberg’s article God stoppers. “There’s just one catch: They’re right.”
There are some days, like, I think, today, when I desperately wish I was a Salon Premium customer.