This was taken from the 2/21/05 Asbury Park Press.It’s ironic that an anit-Bush lynch mob spells LIBia the way that they do! Nice job on the Corea sign as well.
Monthly Archive for February, 2005
The quote from the socialist du jour, Patrick Byrne (CEO of Overstock.com) is: “I don’t think grandmothers should be eating dog food so a couple of hundred guys on Wall Street can be driving Mercedeses.” I’m sure some of you high-powered Wall Street guys will want to take up the other side of this issue, or at least send grannie an extra case of Alpo.
i am making this short since the long version failed to post six times.
i think the time of post setting is on “atlantic time” which is greenwich -4 hours.
we are eastern or gmt -5 hours. happy to be of techy assistance.
Now for something contemporary, the new Pat Metheny album. It’s a continuous 68 minute piece that is full of multiplicity and textures that are amazingly colorful and emotive. I walked around listening to it in the city last Saturday and it was the perfect soundtrack for iPod cruising (or in my case, clunky Bose headphones and a CD player). Check it.
As a further testament to my newly revigored running regime (under constant threat of overthrow by the guerilla fighters “couch” and “chair”) I will relay the story of yesterday’s run. From the beginning the weather report was saying “Rain late in the day.” And I’m sure it was hopeful procrastination that delayed my run, because by the time I was ready it was late in the day… and raining. Luckily for me I have a messianic penchant for self-abusive martyrdom (a phrase which will indubitably launch me into wordsmith lore), and I sighed deeply ten or fifteen times with pouting resignation, strapped my feet with the ol’ runners, threw on an extra shirt, and hit the raindrops head on. It was a marvelous run. And I knew it from the start. It was raining, but unseasonably warm, and by god, it was not the running torture I had imagined. In fact, those raindrops that kept falling on my head were a delightful distraction from the run itself, so much so that I hit the old Costco Loop, pushing past my usual turn-around point at the bridge to Roosevelt Island and onward to Costco, where with a Woop! of success I turned around and headed for home. Ah yes, a wonderful run in the rain… (Damn “chair” you alluring bastard, “couch” you sweet son of a bitch, how will I defeat the cold-hearted ambush of your warm embraces today? Sigh!)
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