Beautiful, sad animated video for Seventeen Years" by Ratatat. Take note of the bunnies and turtles and squirrels; they'll have their sweet justice in the end, I swear to you.
Thanks to Scout for the youtube inspiration. Here's Rufus Wainright signing Hallelujah in Ireland. Yay for the gay gays!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
More on the Gavinator
Today's SF Chronicle has a great chart fact-checking the claims Newsom is making on the campaign trail for California governor: Getting Real About the Mayor's Claims.
And in case you missed it, be sure to read the New York Times Sunday Magazine's great article about all the candidates: Who Can Possibly Govern California? On the Coast of Crazy.
And in case you missed it, be sure to read the New York Times Sunday Magazine's great article about all the candidates: Who Can Possibly Govern California? On the Coast of Crazy.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Adventures in NYC, Summer, 2009
Fantastic trip to NYC to see family, friends, and, most importantly, "9 to 5" on Broadway. I'd forgotten how much that movie riled me up; I had dreams of stringing certain previous bosses up by a garage opener, but was brought back to earth by my imaginary girlfriend, of West Wing, Juno, and Away We Go fame, the talented and funny and beautiful Allison Janney (right):
Next in joyful amusement was my brief affair with the crazy kitten who I've renicknamed floozie, because she was born unable to walk or see straight, and is unbelievably cute (thanks to Gretchen and Anna for taking her in!):
Then there was the craziest thing of all. Hope and I had been sitting on a bench in Cobble Hill park, observing the seventy-five plus toddlers and mothers and nannies buzzing about the playground and surrounding benches, when we decided to take a walk. Just after we got up to leave, behind us came a thunderous crack, like the splitting of an ice shelf before it cascades into the frigid sea. Down came crashing an enormous tree branch, maybe 10 feet long and 9 inches wide. Completely unprovoked by lightning nor windstorm, it fell into a crowded park and knocked a guy out. Old Italian ladies started yelling and called 9-1-1. Apparently this kind of thing had happened just a week before. When the ambulance came, the guy was taken away on a stretcher. Hope of course found a story all about it in the local news. Ah, Brooklyn.
Next in joyful amusement was my brief affair with the crazy kitten who I've renicknamed floozie, because she was born unable to walk or see straight, and is unbelievably cute (thanks to Gretchen and Anna for taking her in!):
Then there was the craziest thing of all. Hope and I had been sitting on a bench in Cobble Hill park, observing the seventy-five plus toddlers and mothers and nannies buzzing about the playground and surrounding benches, when we decided to take a walk. Just after we got up to leave, behind us came a thunderous crack, like the splitting of an ice shelf before it cascades into the frigid sea. Down came crashing an enormous tree branch, maybe 10 feet long and 9 inches wide. Completely unprovoked by lightning nor windstorm, it fell into a crowded park and knocked a guy out. Old Italian ladies started yelling and called 9-1-1. Apparently this kind of thing had happened just a week before. When the ambulance came, the guy was taken away on a stretcher. Hope of course found a story all about it in the local news. Ah, Brooklyn.
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