Mind Blowing

A little rough, but this is too cool.

What's True and What's Good

This makes a grand point about quality over surfeited quantity of our "national debate," but I'm predicting that, after being fooled by the media and their general sense of public awareness and all the input that entails, to vote for a man that's been definitively outed as an utter douchebag at long last, people aren't going to able to trust anything coming from their TVs, radios, etc to inform their decisions. Which very very earnest gasbag, the polar opposite of his counterpart (billed as just as qualified to bloviate), speaks the truth?

Don't Let the Paperwork Grind You Down

I'm in Ohio once again, having come back from the field at the end of the workday, and I've got more forms, files, and phone calls to work through tonight, lest they pile up and give me twice as much to do tomorrow night. Even so, I did manage to take a short trip back to see Athens in all its now-deserted familiarity. O'Hooley's is now a brew pub -- the bearded brewmaster is probably 25, and makes a remarkably good porter, and a very tasty stout.

Half the stores there are different, and I was struck that I couldn't remember what a lot of them used to be. The old Woolworth's building looks like it's been through a few further incarnations, and is now once again closed. My old slavemaster Burger King is gone. School Kids is gone. Casa Nuevo is still around, although one of my crew members, an OU student, mentioned that it's been through some changes. The short walk along Court Street was strangely affecting, and the sense of conflict between distance of time and proximity of place was pervasive. Same Taco Bell in a very different world. Gone is the Athens of Heather and Josh, here is the Athens of brief escape from thirty-something job responsibilities. Not that Burger King and Subway weren't obstacles to my leisure. Urban Bosche, more like.

Fifteen Minutes and Counting

Public Censure

Well, it's done: we've had our lovely, venerable row house called the ugliest dump on the block on national television. I'll write more about this shortly, but for now I'm off to Ohio for a quick assessment of a few access roads. Woohoo...

Three Cheers for the Thoughtful

A-freakin'-men. Bush has officially been called out as the historical perfect storm of Presidential shit-headedness. That's gotta be like being called an asshole by Carl Sagan.