Here’s a first:
PostSecret is a site I’ve
blogged about before, but somehow I forgot all about it, only to rediscover it recently and fall in love with the concept all over again. New secrets are posted (and all old secrets removed) each Sunday. To contribute, all you need is a postcard, a secret, and a stamp.
On mahnamahna.net, an RFP is a Request For Prayer.
I got word this morning that a friend of some dear friends — someone I have hung out with several times, have always gotten along with, and have happy memories of — was in a terrible car accident this past Sunday as he traveled from the Bay Area to a new job and a new life in San Diego. He is hospitalized in an intensive care unit in Bakersfield with two broken legs, and unspecified internal and head injuries that my friends are hoping to learn more about soon. For now, if your spiritual tradition allows, please send thoughts, prayers, and hopeful vibes of lovingkindness out into the universe for the sake of Randy, who needs them right now.
… (among other things) hearing the ’68 Beetle that you bought with your entire life’s savings when you were not quite sixteen (which you hold onto through the years even as everyone you know insists that you sell it) fire up for the first time in some eighteen months and ROAR in its humble, unique way.
(We all have a roar. It doesn’t matter if others don’t recognize it as such. It is a roar nevertheless. Own your roar.)
This is just a snippet of today’s wonderful
Jon Carroll column:
… I was thinking about the masks we all wear when we go to work. The masks correspond to the roles we are asked to play, and also to the ambitions we may have for eventual advancement. For some people, their mask is heavy because there is a chasm between what they do and who they are. They are not actually smiling and subservient, and they do not believe that the customer is always right, and they do not believe that the person above them is by definition more competent than they are, but they pretend. They play the role. If they want a check at the end of the week, they have to play the role.
If you’ve been playing the role for a long time, you are a “professional.” “She’s a real pro,” people will say, …
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But: At last, I have found my scarf. :)

I’ve
written before about Pine, the e-mail client I’ve been using for more than a decade. My love for Pine is hard to describe. I cannot think of another software application (of any type) that so perfectly lets me do exactly what I want to do, quickly and efficiently, no more, no less, never crashing, never surprising me in any way even as it has slowly evolved and sprouted new features. Pine is very easy to learn and use for geeks and non-geeks alike. No, it does not look modern. It does not need to. E-mail is a text medium.* A text-based app can handle things just fine. Pine does better than that. Pine kicks ass.
And now even moreso. Earlier tonight, the
Free Software ecosystem grew a bit richer with the first public
release of
Alpine, the successor to Pine. Alpine looks and works just like Pine always …
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… but I have somehow hidden my scarf from myself during the warm months. I cannot find it anywhere. :(
It feels good to give.
(It feels good because it does your soul/spirit/whatever good.)
(When was the last time you surprised someone with a simple gift? Do you remember how you felt when their face lit up?)
This is the time of year for rainy Sunday afternoons at matinees, so today I took in
The Fountain. I have been waiting for this film for quite some time. The writer-director is Darren Aronofsky, who previously brought us
Pi and
Requiem For a Dream. The former is completely bizarre and unsettling, the latter about as harsh and brutal and nightmarish a time as I’ve ever had at the movies. But both proved that Aronofsky is the real deal. He can write, and he can shoot.
The Fountain proves that like any artist, Aronofsky can also aim very high, and misfire.
The story we’re told spans a thousand years. Five hundred years ago, Hugh Jackman is Spanish conquistador Tomas, and Rachel Weisz his Queen Isabella. She sends him off to New Spain in search of the Fountain of Youth. After much toil and bloodletting, atop a Mayan pyramid …
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Over in the City, at the Buena Vista—the tavern that introduced Irish coffee to these shores—they’ve
changed the whiskey they pour, actually moving away from their own private blend. The owner sez money has nothing to do with it. He just likes Tullamore Dew better, and claims that was the stuff they used when Irish coffee arrived here in 1952. Hmm.
I will not judge the actions of the Buddhist monk in
this news story, but I am very, very glad that I do not experience similar impulses.
On a day like Thanksgiving, if you can’t be with family, you make family. Did you have a happy Thanksgiving? I did.
Here we have American troops teasing Iraqi children who are apparently desperate for a drink of fresh water. Just listen to these asshats laughing it up. A nice reminder that there are plenty of ways to treat people cruelly without resorting to torture. Our forces seem to be exploring all options.
[spotted at Fark]
The California Golden Bears blew their chance to go to the Rose Bowl for the first time since 1959,
losing 23-9 to USC.
[image taken by yours truly at the San Diego Zoo last December]
The problem with
NaBloPoMo is, there are some days when I am simply not inspired at all, and posting something lame feels worse than posting nothing at all. Posting becomes a
chore. And I
don’t like chores.