archives for August 2006

mister, can we have our blog back?

Tuesday 22 August 2006 | I like a cookie

So…it’s nearly 2:30 in the morning and it’s all over but the screaming (and the fearsome tangle of garbled ellipses, em-dashes and diacritical marks). For those who are inquisitive about the process of changing web hosts, I refer them to international human rights legislation as set forth by the Geneva Convention. In other words, it’s [...]

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crop circles demystified

Monday 21 August 2006 | I like a cookie

An energetic bunch of Linux users…an empty field…that’s how geek history gets made, folks. And, if only FDR had seen fit to send Fidel a tenner, everything might have been different.   [Both courtesy of the indefatigable NewMexiKen—whom we really hope is retired, cos otherwise he’s gonna get severely dooced for posting all this quirky [...]

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technical difficulties

Sunday 20 August 2006 | I like a cookie

My blog’s been intubated and my wrists hurt because I keep having to chat (“24-hour online help!”) with Bluehost and DreamHost people in Delhi who keep insisting that their names are “Robert” or “Trevor,” and treat me like a dork until I feel like doing a Homer: throttling Bart until his tongue comes out and [...]

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sábado santa fé: champagne grapes

Saturday 19 August 2006 | I like a cookie

This Saturday we have taken three fascinating fotografías for your delectation. The first are champagne grapes, always available only a week out of the year, and it’s always Indian Markup weekend, as it in fact is, this weekend: Arty, huh? And the next one is a sign the Brujo and I saw in the window [...]

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thank you come again

Friday 18 August 2006 | I like a cookie

The Un will be out of commission until Monday. We think we spelled commission wrong but can’t be bothered to look it up because WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH OUR BLOG. We’ll take this opportunity to do the evil and much-dreaded host transfer though and we apologize for the Duchamp-looking mess you see [...]

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seasonally affective update

Thursday 17 August 2006 | I like a cookie

Sitting in front of this contraption for half an hour every morning (morning being defined as “when I wake up or come home” since I can’t seem to get up at the crack of dawn to use it) is already having alarmingly successful effects on the old serotonin, even though this is only Morning #4. [...]

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this is a note to say

Thursday 17 August 2006 | I like a cookie

I have eaten the plums…no wait, wrong note. This is to say that, if you haven’t already figured it out, I am backblogging various entries that weren’t imported correctly, and while new material appears on the Un daily, it doesn’t always appear at the top of the pile, so to speak—or anyway, at the top [...]

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25 possible forks in the road

Wednesday 16 August 2006 | someone left a cookie

Input, please? Anyone? We’re powerfully inclined at present to PhD programs, since they’d have us housed and with health insurance for much longer, the better to write our deathless verse. But we’ve got to narrow the list down to, say, 10 or 12 schools, so we can start narrowing that number down to a more [...]

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overhead in group therapy, vol. I, no. 1

Wednesday 16 August 2006 | I like a cookie

“And this woman, I’ll call her Cindy—because that’s her real name.” “I’m all excited, so I’m getting a hot flash.” • The Brujo, recapulating (and thereby mangling) further wisdom from the Sponsor: “I don’t know the whole story, and I don’t have to know the whole story….but hey, I can sure as hell make it [...]

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george gordon, lord byron katie

Tuesday 15 August 2006 | I like a cookie

Yesterday I described Ms. Katie’s step six, not for the faint of heart, to the Brujo over capellini and capers (as well as olives and pecorino and so forth, but that doesn’t sound nearly as, as festive as the capering capellini). We’d been discussing the differences between willingness, acceptance, radical acceptance, tolerating, enduring, suffering through, [...]

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