Further along in this press release, it reads, “Previously, he worked for SMERSH, Hugo Drax and Ernst Blofeld. He did his post-doc work on the Solex Agitator under Francisco Scaramanga.”
What It Is: 11/9/09
What I’m reading: The Book of Basketball
What I’m listening to: Everything, Everything
What I’m watching: Role Models (better than it should have been), and the first 3 episodes of The Singing Detective.
What I’m drinking: Miller’s & Q-Tonic
What Rufus is up to: Coming to the office with me last Friday, as part of his Ambassadog duties, and going on a nice, long greyhound hike on Sunday (no pix).
Where I’m going: L.A.! In fact, I’m already there!
What I’m happy about: The Yankees won their 27th World Series! I finished that Nov/Dec issue! And I’m kindasorta getting that “novel” going for National Novel Writing Month, even though it’s pretty shapeless and the characters need a lot of work.
What I’m sad about: Not having much time to explore L.A.
What I’m worried about: I don’t know. I’m pretty tired right now, so I don’t have the energy to worry.
What I’m pondering: Why it took me so long to start twisting my crazy anecdotes into ficton.
Greatest Job Title Ever
Unrequired Reading: Nov. 6, 2009
Off to L.A. this weekend, dear readers! I’ll be busy with an online project for work, so there may be no “What It Is” on Monday. Like you care. Anyway, since you’re just here for another installment of my idiosyncratic links, just click “more”!
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What It Is: 11/2/09
What I’m reading: The Book of Basketball
Could this be the best 736 pp. book on the diversity of human talent ever written? It starts slow but eventually picks up steam. It’s also devastatingly funny. That said, if you don’t know a lot about the NBA, it is incomprehensible. (I could not, for instance, understand the section of Dolph Schayes because that was not the NBA I know.) In the historical pantheon, he picks David Thompson, Bernard King, and Allen Iverson as underrated. The 1986 Boston Celtics are the best team ever, he argues. And so on. I found this more riveting than almost anything else I read and yes I think it is very much a work of social science, albeit in hermetic form.
What I’m listening to: Just been shuffling around in iTunes. But the battery on my iPod (I only use it in the car or on plane-flights) is dying, so I’ve ordered a battery replacement kit and will soon attempt a feat that ifixit.com classifies as “very difficult.” Fun!
What I’m watching: Yankees playoff games, although not to the end, since they’re past my bedtime.
What I’m drinking: Blue Moon Belgian White ale.
What Rufus is up to: Celebrating Halloween in style and going on his first greyhound-hike in weeks and weeks.
Where I’m going: Los Angeles next Sunday, for the annual AAPS meeting.
What I’m happy about: No one seems to have paid attention to the Oct. 30 “receipt of final materials at the printer” notice on our production schedules, giving me an extra day or two to wrap up the Nov/Dec issue.
What I’m sad about: Not getting to see Pee-wee Herman’s stage show when I’m in LA next week, as it’s been postponed until January. I’m likely going to a Clippers game to make up for it, but somehow that seems like adding insult to injury. Grr.
What I’m worried about: Burnett in game 5.
What I’m pondering: Participating in National Novel Writing Month!
Sungrey
We haven’t gone on the Sunday greyhound hike in Wawayanda State Park for weeks and weeks, but the added hour overnight helped us get our thang together and join our greyhound pals. One of whom broke greyhound omerta by bringing along . . . a non-grey!
But Daisy — the pit bull above — was pretty well behaved and got along with everybody. Except for the dog to her left, maybe, but Reddy’s a little difficult sometimes.
Enjoy the pix! (even though there aren’t any Rufus pix this time around)
Forlorn
Just got back from our Sunday greyhound hike, which we haven’t participated in in a while. Pix to come are here!; but meanwhile, here’s a shot I took in the parking lot of our local pet store, where we stopped on the way home:
His mom cruelly left him in the car while she went to the store.
Happy Halloween!
Rufus’s costume: A greyhound that actually managed to catch the bunny. Photos courtesy of my wife (who’s getting ready to launch a photography business: hint, hint).
Now to wait for the unsuspecting kids at the door. . .
Don’t Tase My Pumpkin, Bro! (Or, You Look Like a Man-O-Lantern)
I haven’t posted a trip to the Drew Friedmanizer in a long time, but this morning’s scroll through the Wall Street Journal was too tempting:
The accompanying article is about Boulder, CO’s annual naked pumpkin run. It’s a 4-block streak in a city famed for its laid-back, hippyish culture. Apparently, it’s gotten so popular that the police are out to crush it and ruin its participants lives:
[Police Chief Mark Beckner] will station more than 40 officers on the traditional four-block route tonight, with two SWAT teams patrolling nearby. All have orders to arrest gourd-topped streakers as sex offenders.
That’s right! He’ll need two SWAT teams in place, in case a group of people without clothes are armed and dangerous! Way to escalate a situation and just about guarantee violence, you fucking moron! Still, the law’s the law, right? Um . . .
Casting about for a law to apply, since nudity per se is not illegal, police hit upon the state’s indecent exposure statute, which makes it a Class 1 misdemeanor for anyone to knowingly expose his or her genitals in circumstances “likely to cause affront or alarm.”
Given that the Naked Pumpkin Run starts at 11 p.m., long after young trick-or-treaters have retired, and given that the route is packed with fans who come out specifically to see the event, runners argue that it’s absurd to think their prank is causing either affront or alarm.
Even if the run does catch a few people by surprise, “the joy it brings overall far outweighs the one or two people who could be offended,” says Callie Webster, who is 22 and a veteran pumpkinhead.
Police acknowledge they have not been flooded with pumpkin-run-related complaints, but say that’s beside the point. A throng of naked people with jack-o-lanterns on their heads is, by definition, an alarming sight, Chief Beckner says. Therefore, it’s illegal.
Keep reading for more of police chief’s bullshit attitude, which even the mayor and the D.A. find to be over the top. Go, Pumpkinheads!
Unrequired Reading: Oct. 30, 2009
Guess who’s about to finish his last regular issue of his magazine for the year? (The year-end one is a big directory.) No sad trombone for me!
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