Yesterday Rudy caught a homeless guy peeing on the floor in the front hall of our office building. This is the second urination incident this month– last time, our PR reps were leaving and found someone relieving himself against the outside door.
When we called the building manager he said “It gets worse in the winter, too.”
I remember listening to these tracks on repeat and crying and crying.
Kristin Hersh, “Your Ghost” (yes, that’s Michael Stipe on backing vocals)
Cranes: Shining Road
Nobody wants an abortion. But sometimes, it’s the least-bad option. And all the complicated rules surrounding it don’t exactly help a bad situation.
A lot of people say it ought to be banned with “exceptions in the case of rape, incest, and danger to the mother,” which seems to make some people feel better. But if you think it through, it entails hostile police saying you’re lying and delaying the process until it’s too late.
People suck.
The Guardian reviews Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road.” A wonderful book, a sort of postapocalyptic Hemingway with more accessible emotion and less machismo.
The New Yorker reviews the new Bond movie, “Casino Royale.” I loved Bond when I was a kid, and even though I generally avoid movies now I look forward to seeing this one. Yes, even though there are fewer gadgets. I loved the gadgets when I was a kid. I spent hours designing supercars that could fly and had smoke screens and rockets. Hell, I spent hours designing rocket boosters for my three-speed bicycle. The gadgets were the best part of the old ones, but I hear that this one substitutes acting and character development or something. Whatever.
My lack of a TV career is the only thing keeping me off this list of the best mustaches on television.
My company just released its latest venture, Lisensa, which lets you set licensing terms for my blog and, if you demand payment for reuse, handles the payment. I selected a non-paying license. TechCrunch covered it this weekend, about a day before we were ready for our closeup.
A compliation of motorcycle race crashes, with no apparent injuries and some remarkable saves. Plus, a few minutes in, a cobra (the snake, not the car) wanders onto a track and starts snapping at the riders.
See BoingBoing for explanation, other variants, and other post-election nerd humor.
I’m pleased, but not surprised, to see Deval win the Massachusetts Governorship. Hell, I had the champagne (excuse me, California sparkling wine: 2005 Sofia Coppola Blanc de Noirs) in the fridge last night.
But the down-ballot votes really surprised me.
Green/Rainbow candidate Jill Stein got about 18% for Secretary of State, and Working Families Party candidate Rand Wilson got 20% running for Auditor– those are huge numbers for a protest vote.
And then the ballot measures went negative, too. Item 1 would have allowed wine sales in grocery stores, and it seemed like a no-brainer to me, but it’s down by ten or fifteen points. Item 3, allowing child-care workers in state-subsidized operations to unionize, seemed like a shoo-in, too– MA’s an organized-labor state– but it looks like a loser too.
Massachusetts: land of contradictions and weirdness.
Secretly Ironic 