February 2002

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Staying Home    February 28, 2002
You know the safety glass that car windows is made out of? When you get back from dinner or a debate tornament or a concert and find your window smashed in? Or when someone t-bones your car, blowing in both passenger side windows? How the glass dissolves into these uniform cubes of really not-very-sharp glass? It is almost impossible to...

Amsterdam (II)    February 27, 2002
[2 of 2 (part 1)] Now, if you have problems with there being lots of different flavours of sex to appeal to lots of different people, then you should stay out of Amsterdam's Red Light district (RLD hereafter for convenience). This seems so glaringly obvious to me that it never, ever occurred to me that it might not have occurred...

Amsterdam    February 26, 2002
[1 of 2 (part 2)] So I spent another weekend in Amsterdam. I went with S~ (my hotel bill says "Mr. Scott McJannet and Mrs. McJannet, S~ G~" which was funny as heck when I noticed it today, because if we were a married couple, we were like the poster children for the completely passionless marriage. Anyone looking to our...

Unspeakable    February 22, 2002
Only once in my life have I ever been near this drunk. And then it was much less embarrassing than it was now. I am so very, deeply sorry. Especially to everyone who was forced to share the unfortunate moment(s) with me. Reconciliation emails will go out as appropriate on Saturday or Tuesday from Amsterdam or London, according to priority....

Bedtime Prayers    February 20, 2002
I am not very religious, but I can tell lots of stories about religion. The Catholicism I was raised with has impacted just about every piece of my life. I can tell you stories about going to CCD (religious education classes. I no longer remember what CCD stands for) till I was 16 or 17. I can tell you stories...

Vacuums    February 19, 2002
Our vacuum technology leaves Britian's in the dust. You plug in your fancy American vacuum, and it starts whooshing up the dust and dirt, and you feel pretty good about life, and you kind of take it for granted. I mean, heck, my vacuum in Seattle even has a little indicator light that turns from red to green when the...

On the Beat    February 18, 2002
"I can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and I can do you all three concurrent or consecutive, but I can't do you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory -- they're all blood, you see." -R&GAD Eh. What is to be done? You have...

Indecision    February 17, 2002
It was not shaping up to be my best evening. I was on my way to catch a bus when I realized I did not have the two pounds I needed for fare with me. I could not believe I had forgot them. I froze on the sidewalk in indecision. I could see them crystal-clear on my desk. I did...

St. Gloatstoomuch Day    February 16, 2002
Ah, silly Valentine's day. Valentine's day in London was pretty pedestrian for your humble narrator. A slow day at work, a now-rare evening of DDR in the arcade (mostly suffering along with playing at home now, and let me tell you, it is amazing how much my expenses have shrunk in consequence). Two and a half sandwiches and three candy...

Smart, by the Standards of 1868    February 13, 2002
My capacity to fully understand science and technology tops out at about 1800. Carts, ploughing, woodworking, cabinetry, the printing press, sundials, simple mechanical clocks, limited biology, basic chemistry. It is all within my ability to understand and comprehend. Then you get into those darned pesky 1800's and all the sudden I start getting stupid. Some of it makes great sense...

Content from 1868    February 12, 2002
I have been back in London for forty-three days now, and have made no progress at all on getting through The Ring, except for using it as dramatic background music to complement my more theatrical moods. I did, however, manage to conquer The Woman in White, by Wilkie Collins. Just a smidge shy of seven hundred pages dedicated to depicting...

Bad Mood Day    February 11, 2002
And in today's instalment of Research Funded by Men. ... Followed up by news of what a wonderful age we live in. Leading you inevitably to the discovery of the one t-shirt you do not want to find yourself without come summer. ... I am in a vile, evil mood today. Most days I suffer fools gladly (including my trips...

In the Clouds of Dover    February 08, 2002
The day before my father left to go back to Seattle, we took a train up to Dover. The Dover Castle had been recommended to me by J~ at work. It was either Dover Castle or Windsor Castle. Windsor was supposed to be, and on-line definitely looked to be, an amazingly ornate and lovely castle. We chose, however, to go...

Estimating    February 05, 2002
At the science museum, I went downstairs, where hands-on exhibits were promised. When I got down there, the decibel level had doubled and I was nearly overcome with the smell of soiled diapers. All of the hands-on area were designed for children ages three to eleven. Alas! Too sophisticated for the likes of me. But then I was helplessly drawn...

Salutation of the Dawn    February 04, 2002
Salutation of the Dawn Look to this day! For it is life, the very life of life. In its brief course Lie all the verities and realities of your existence: The bliss of growth The glory of action The splendour of beauty, For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision, But today well lived makes...

Suggested Name: Spermaway    February 02, 2002
The US branch of Organon had a link to a Reuters article presenting evidence from a new study suggesting that most successful suicides happen when it is sunny out. The link is apparently quite strong, and independent of factors such as geographic location, time of year, or relative busyness. Sunlight: the subtle killer. The article was very big on possible...

Wind    February 01, 2002
It is windy in London these days. There is always some wind in London. One of the interesting bits about being here has been the way the air is never still. At first, I was not that fond of constantly circulating air. I like my rain to fall straight down. I like to move through the air, and not be...