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I couple of days ago, I mentioned my Dad’s favorite coffee mug. Here it is.

He left it out on the counter, vulnerable to anyblogger hanging around with a camera. Nyahaha.

An excellent essay by Dan Gillmor :

“Still, there was no doubt that the courts were doing what they must if we are to remain a free society in any form: Restrain the worst impulses of the legislative and executive branches when they bow to the mood of the moment and trample on liberty.”

A nanotechnology update at Instapundit.com.

Oh, I am having so much trouble with Blogger. It’s been going on all weekend. I think they were having an office party on Friday, and somebody spilled beer in one of their servers. It won’t publish property, won’t re-publish an edited post, half the time my blogs won’t display at all, and their feedback e-mail is bouncing. Aaargh!

CBS Marketwatch

A little something helpful for those like me.

The opinions expressed are those of the author, and not necessarily those of this blog’s author. That guy may be full of it. Would you really want your resume in txt format – plain old Notepad? Naw, at least Word, it seems to me. I tried formating mine in Notepad, and it looks terrible. Any thoughts on this?

Please read this plea from my friend and fellow animal activist, Jacki Hadra, to help the Senior Canine Rescue Society. They’re in trouble, because dogs were in trouble and needed help.

Jude Fine and SCRS have a special place in my heart, because they love and care for older dogs — those that even people who care enough to adopt from shelters will often pass by. Those that, like my own beloved Tasha, are going gray.

Please help if you can.

I was going through one of my notebooks, and came upon this notation: “Be a tribal writer.” A friend said this to me, while we were discussing the creative process one day a few years ago.

Be a Tribal Writer. What does it mean? Perhaps it means to write in such a way – with such a consciousness – as to seek to express our communal condition. So that my solitude as a creative person is transcended, and attains an insightful, circumspect generality. E Unum pluribus. The cheese stands alone, and decides to take a few notes on universal suffering.

Oh, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!

~ Shakespeare

I don’t think so; I mean, maybe that’s a valid interpretation, but not something I’m willing to do. I live in a condo, not a freaking hermitage. There is plenty of agreement that suffering is the universal, implacable common denominator, but no more so than flatulence.

I think it means I get to write as a member of a tribe, with other poets and writers, musicians, painters, artists of all kinds. I have to write by myself in any case, and this is my reward. See? From time to time, I get to come forth from the cave and see who’s been throwing shadows on the stones.

Okay, I’ll meet you half way. Let me sit in the sun with the others, on the bank of the blighted canal, and I’ll keep trying to find a way to beat the undertow. Deal?

For there are deeds Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.

Yes, and I’m glad to see you. But seriously, is this a problem? I carry my phone clipped to the pocket of my Levis. The front pocket. Should I be worried, or are these “scientists” just fishing for a way to get in the news? And what’s “standby setting?” Is that like when I’m watching football or thinking about livestock or something?

Aljazeera.Net – Sperm cells dislike mobile phones

Prominent DC Shrink Diagnoses Bush to be a Paranoid, Sadistic Meglomaniac

Haven’t I been saying this? And I only had a year of psych, before I changed my major to English. Anyway, King George is quite mad. I’m not voting for him, no siree. How ’bout you?

Found this at Twists and Turns.

Hats off and a moment of silence please for Buzz’s favorite coffee mug. Man, I’m sorry.

I’ve got a few favorites that were gifts. My Dad has one with a moose that says, “wanna moose around?” Get it? Not sure I do. But he loves it. I can’t imagine what would happen if something happened, you know?

What? You say you wanna see it? I have my digi camera, and I’m housesitting for my folks, so I could …. No way. Are you insane? I’d wind up dropping it. Just use your imagination, OK? It’s a cartoon moose. … Wait! He’s holding it in the picture from my post on his birthday. Look closely at the inside of the rim. See the moose? Yeah.