Wednesday, January 11, 2006

The end of Ink & Paper has arrived. If you care to find out why, click here.

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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I went to look at another dog today, this one a stray that had been collected by the Bylaw officer here in Beaumont.

It wasn't the dog for us. Too big, probably 90% German Sheperd male. Untrained on the leash, pulling me everywhere like I was a feather. Uncertain medical history. Timid around men, probably has been beaten. Not fixed.

That was what my mind said and I let my mind win out over my heart. It was the right decision not to adopt this one.

I felt like shit anyway.

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I think you should all read this post by Matt Snider.

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Monday, January 09, 2006

Coming soon to a computer near you....

Thanks to the grandmaster of nerding, the Glorious Mr. T, there should be some changes coming to Ink & Paper in the next few weeks. Stay tuned.

Ooooh. Tell your friends.

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I've never been to California. I think I may have been in Washington state once, but it may have been Montana or Idaho, and even then, it was only for running shoes and was maybe an hour in total. Got some nice Nikes though, made me grade 8 cool. White hi-tops with a bright orange swoosh.

It must be a hell of place, California. It certainly has an aura about it. I'm on this particular train of thought because, as I shuffle my way through life, I am amazed at how many songs have been written about California. The state ought to sign some kind of endorsement deal with any notable artist who writes a song about taking a highway drive through the land of sunshine, plastic surgery, and maxed-out credit cards.

Steinbeck wrote books that were drenched in California, perhaps one of the first mass portrayals of a California scene. Come a few decades later the world is California, via Hollywood and TV. You too can be California. In Flin Flon, Manitoba or Bangkok, Thailand.

The American west is perhaps one of the greatest mythical stories of modern times. The odd thing is that a when people were flooding across the plains of middle America, all along the Oregon Trail, they were heading to something. And now, in this instant-info era, we see the exporting of the California ideal, a high tech reversal of previous times.

I've often thought that a long road trip through the USA would be an eye-opening experience, especially by motorcycle. A sanitized, kids-in-bicycle-helmets version of The Motorcycle Diaries, one with Wal-Mart's and Starbucks. So often the image that we ingest from the US is only the sensational. You know, the latest serial killing, the political battles that tire us out, the biggest movie of the year, the kind of stuff that really doesn't represent the reality of life in America. A road trip, through the immense variety of sub-cultures that exist in America, might serve to paint a different picture of the elephant next door.

I suppose I would have to go to California, just to see what all the fuss is about. I could load the iPod full of California songs, see if they hold water. I could take a camera and take black and white photos of post card scenery, for surely it must exist somewhere. I suppose if I went to California, I would have to turn east and see Las Vegas. Seems like the thing to do.

I suppose I would have to listen to Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson as I drifted through Austin. Robert Johnson and Woody Guthrie as I rolled through the Deep South, across the Mason-Dixon line. Springsteen through Philadelphia and New Jersey and Dylan everywhere.

I think I would have to sit on a porch for a while, maybe take a picture of me next to another roadside attraction. Maybe detour up through Alaska, time and weather permitting. Stay for a night or two in Chicken.

I'm not sure the America I would be searching for exists. I'm not sure what kind of America I may be looking for, come to think of it. Maybe that is the best way to go about it, not searching for something in particular, instead just seeing what one would find when one gets there.

Och, itchy feet.

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Sunday, January 08, 2006

New j~shuffle playlist is available here.

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Juan Cole posted a comment from a journalist in Baghdad that illustrates differences between the reality on the gorund in Iraq and the rhetoric we hear on the six o'clock news. A quick read, but very informative.

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For those of you who may ever consider getting a puppy from a pet store, I have a little story for you, a story heard from a reliable source.

"Wife is considering getting a puppy for the kids for Xmas and does a lot of research into breeds, breeders, shelters, etc. Unbeknownst to her, Husband goes out the day before and buys a puppy from PJ's Pets (a pet chain store) for $1000.

Yep, $1000.

Puppy is "unwrapped" on Christmas morning. By Boxing Day morning the puppy is throwing up and dies later that day. Illness diagnosed as parvo virus, which you can read about here. Kids, presumably, are devastated.

PJ's refunds the money."

A refund, like a CD that doesn't work.

Don't ever, ever, buy a dog from a pet store in a mall. One shudders to think how many puppies die while living in a glass cage at some mall.

Och. Christ.

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