So a bunch of pictures I took didn't wind up in the Flickr pool, as I am too lazy to resize and Flickr has an upload limit. Here are a few that made it and a few that didn't:
Good times had by all and etc. For the whole gallery of my stuff that I couldn't put into the Flickr pool, go here.
The Ladies and Gent of Newspeak are distributing the July issue right this moment, so be sure to pick one up today. It's chock-full of drugaliciousness, don't you doubt.
Burque says hello. I hit up the natural history museum yesterday, which has a touted new exhibit, "Dawn of the Dinosaurs," that shows off the Triassic in all its lungfishy, boring glory but also has the full skeleton of seismosaurus and a film about how huge the universe is and how tiny and insignificant you are. Both of these 'sploded my mind. (I don't know if you knew, but seismosaurs were, like, BIG. And the universe is, too.)
I had pho last night and got drunk in a sea of hipsters. Seriously, soooooo many hipsters have sprouted down here since my last visit. The Nob Hill and downtown bar scenes make Williamsburg look quaint and square.
They've also started work on the Roadrunner, the light rail that runs along I-25 from Santa Fe to points south of Albuquerque. Let's hope that Denver's and theirs connects at some point in the future so that we Springsteens can too share in the love.
Today I will go to the aquarium and eat more green chile. It just so happens that Cracker is playing tomorrow, which makes me want to claw my eyes out with joy. (I like Cracker.) Oh, and -- last night we parked next to the tour bus of a little band called Filter, who apparently are still together and apparently have more than just "Hey Man, Nice Shot" in their repertoire. It's a '90s explosion in the 505! And I am a-okay with that.
HERE.
Finally, a leader in the black community is standing up to homophobia, and I'm glad it's Obama, and I'm glad it's now!
Aaron will be back with more YouTube videos any minute now.
(and no I didn't find my camera. It's my friend Daniel's)
From a tipster via the AP wire:
The White House says he (Boosh, who is visiting Colo today) also plans to meet with Jeanne Assam, the volunteer security guard who wounded a gunman at New Life Church in Colorado Springs before he killed himself after a deadly rampage December 9th.
Hardy har. Wonder if God found her that man yet?
For those of you who missed it entirely, turned it off in disgust after five minutes, or hurled a bourbon bottle through the screen of your teevee, you can read the full text of the Bush's final State of the Union address here.
Then, visit Think Progress, who thoughtfully fact-checked the entire speech. For instance:
Bush said: “And our Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief is treating 1.4 million people [in Africa]. We can bring healing and hope to many more. So I ask you to maintain the principles that have changed behavior and made this program a success.”FACT — BUSH’S AIDS POLICIES DIVERT FUNDS TO FAILED ABSTINENCE-ONLY PROGRAMS: Bush’s policy states that one-third of money allocated for HIV prevention overseas go to abstinence-only programs. “In fact, a full two-thirds of the money for the prevention of the sexual spread of HIV goes to abstinence.” [American Prospect, 7/10/07]
FACT: This might be the last time a United States President addresses both houses of Congress and uses the word "nukaler." Huzzah.
Last night, Ursen and I went out skiing through the streets of the Westside for 3 hours with only the faintest wiff of methcook mingled in with the woodsmoke as we passed beneath the crisp triangular snowglobes of streetlight.
It was awesome.
Cross-country skiing is awesome.
Snow is great.
I'm having a hard time giving a shit about anything much besides cross-country skiing and hanging out with my family these days.
I turn 36 later this year, I've already sworn off shit-talking about they who shan't be named and I don't really care nearly as much about the election crap as I thought I would (which isn't to say I'm not looking forward to the alleged post-Bush era). I think I'm going to take this opportunity to pass the mantle of Greater Hater on to my homosexual partner, Aaron Retka.
Sure, I'll still be Hater Emeritus. But for now I think I'll nominate myself for Mayor of Schlubberton.
More pictures of my dog and Aaron's ponytail to follow.
Yes, these are Tesla coils, and yes, they're playing the Super Mario Bros. theme. COS represent, although I'm not sure why this song has become the de facto anthem for musical dorks.
Tay Zonday, internet sensation...
And if you still haven't had enough awesomeness here is a Rick Astley cover!
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