One of my favorite episodes
21 entries from December 2007
Holy shit: “At that level, some people are so drunk they stop breathing”
Season’s greetings, happy holidays, and all the other salutations of the time.
Quoted below, one of my all-time favorite songs, and it happens to have a Christmas relevance: The Atheist Christmas Carol by Vienna Teng.
Hear the song:
it’s the season of grace coming out of the void
where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
it’s the season of possible miracle cures
where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
where time begins to fade
and age is welcome home
it’s the season of eyes meeting over the noise
and holding fast with sharp realization
it’s the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
you are safe here you know now
don’t forget I love
I love you
it’s the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
of feeling the full weight of our burdens
it’s the season of bowing our heads in the wind
and knowing we are not alone in fear
not alone in the dark
Popularly known as S.L.U.T. (“South Lake Union Trolley”), the new 1.3-mile line in downtown Seattle
“Police said the collision, at the intersection of Mercer Street and Terry Avenue North, was caused when the SUV ran a red light and was hit by the streetcar”
Hate their one-on-each-page format, this is the full list for easy scanning and quick clickability
“the hexagonal nut that holds the main rotor to the mast of some helicopters”
David: Hell if I can figure out how to call about my key.
David: Product key, that is.
David: Tells me it’s “already in use.”
Don: I believe you need two chickens and a quart of goat’s blood.
Been a while since I listed any music, remembered I had the iPod on shuffle overnight while I tried to sleep. Recently reworked my smart playlists to incorporate a balance of ratings vs. play counts and last-played dates, probably does nothing other than make me think I’m not hearing the same songs over and over.
Song — Artist, Album
We had a white Boxer when I was in high school and college. Named him Moby, of course. Such a fun dog, he died when I was a freshman at USC. I’ve only seen white Boxers a handful of times in the years since.
Holdout neighbor in the Ravenna area known for its ostentatious Christmas decorations each year
One of the two major winemakers in the Woodinville area is leaving its space of 20 years for eastern Washington, but will look for retail/hospitality space elsewhere in Woodinville
Got back late last night.
Initial observations on return from the land of la-la to the real world, in no particular order:
- No less than four light fixtures lost light bulbs while I was gone.
- Coffee maker greeted me with 12:00 --:-- 12:00 --:-- 12:00, maybe power flicker blew the bulbs too?
- Three of the four blown bulbs were in fixtures that were not turned on while I was gone. Hmm.
- I hab a code which oberdite flared to life and is kicking by ass dis bording. Voice gone bye-bye. Dabbit!
- My TiVo read the tea leaves while I was gone and filled its Suggestions list with travel-related programming, much of it in Spanish.
I will be writing up some of my experiences from our 10 days in Florida and publishing them over the next few days, but back-dated to the day(s) they originally happened, to reflect their various states of “draft” composition at this moment. Also more photos here and on Flickr.