Pop nearly yelled at me for the the "I like them dumb" comment.  He's very angry.  He also says I should tuck my shirt in.   He's a hell of a love coach.

Hey, if T.V. can make me look like a good bowler, you know you can't believe anything you see on T.V.

In completely unrelated news. You can go to Big Head Todd's posdcat page and quickly download enough great material for two mix cd's.  These guys are better now than they have ever been.

I just recieved this email.  I don't know how to contact my Fan Club Either. Sorry.     Joann sent it to everyone in her email list I think.  

You really want to watch Sean on T.V. tonight on *****???SHOW NAME HERE??****. It comes on at 10:00 and last one hour.  He was on last week and we didn't know he was going to be such a star.  He looks so tall, dark and handsome with this gorgeous smile.  He has been working out and looks pretty buff. He has a great presence on T.V.  Maybe this is only the beginning of a career on the big screen.  He is much cooler that Tom Cruise. Don't you think?.............. I think Dawn and Lindsey have started a Fan Club already. ( We will have to ask them about a T-Shirt with his picture) We're all having so much fun with all this, but Sean is so modest about it all, however, I think he enjoys his new fame. It couldn't happen to a nicer guy. The show will be running for 6 weeks.  Sean said we would get tired of seeing him before the end of the show. I don't think so. We will see, so tune in tonight at 10:00 on SOMECHANNEL.

Back to the movie Closer.

All I meant about the entropy thing is that  you only need the tiniest sliver of a moment to tell which way a nature video is running, because we  orient ourselves by measuring the chaos.  If it increases, things are moving forward.  Just once nano-second is all we need to make a call that is sometimes impossible to see while things are frozen.  (I was in this post fixing a typo on behest of my fan club  and I thought I might mention that Hawking goes so far as to say that time itself is just an arrow pointing the way to chaos. And since brain function obeys the laws of thermodynamics, once the universe stops expanding, we'll start rememebering the future, but have no idea of what happened in the past.)

Anyhow, I liked the movie. If it hadn't been decribed to me at least three different times  as "people doing terrible things to each other", I would have seen it sooner.    It didn't sting so much since they only showed the bad parts. It's sorta clinical it that respect. If I had more time I would try to explain it in terms of that infomercial ratchet set that grabs the sides of the bolts instead of the corners.

I truly can't hold a grudge.   I find myself inexplicably rooting for the Ducth against the Portugeuese. I think I just like to root for the ugliest team.

A gave myself another haircut. A good one.

The Mexico-Argentina game was great. I'm not convinced that was the best goal of the cup though. Beckam's Kick this morning was pretty special.  I am prejudiced against half volleys I think.

Heh. Figo just head-butt a Dutch guy, who promptly colapsed.    That makes me smile.  The dutch coach's shirt is ridiculous. A lot of what I don't like about the Netherlands is summed up in that shirt.

The Geese won.  17 Bookings, or something like that...

Watching the Movie Closer.

Each scene hangs in suspension until one of the characters tells you the one thing that orients you.   If I had more time I would try to explain it in terms of thermodynamics and entropy. Thanks goodness I don't have more time.

Robert's break up scene followed  by the stripper scene..... is two good scenes.

I slept in for the first time in a long while, partly because I only got 7 hours a sleep a few times this week (*gasp*), but mostly because I was up till 4. Suburban life was set back when I stopped by Fluer de Lys (pronounced The-florida-lee, come to find out. Who knew?), when Rod envited me to the Field Mob CD release party in EastPoint.

My car, which was parked in front of Fire Hydrant outside the restaurant, wouldn't start, so I told him to go get ready why I made the necessary sacrifice to the choke-gods.  While I was prostrate, two girls who were leaving the Healy asked if I needed a jump.  That worked well, so I bought them drinks at Halo. After one round we went our separate ways. I caught up with Rod and we drove down Main street to Eastpoint.

We  passed a cool looking bar called The Break Pad a few times as we were looking for Central Station.  Anyone know anything about the Break Pad?  We eventually found Central Station, which was in a stip mall, the likes of which you would expect to see a DMV in. You know the kind.  The Valet asked if I wanted the car parked in the back lot for twenty dollars or in the front for thirty.  Specifically, in spot closet to the enterance line.   I needn't tell y'all which one I chose. 

I find it curious that I had to go to South West Atlanta to find a  place that charged over 15 bucks for a valet.  

Central station is a huge, single-roof pool and dance hall. Think Dugans, in an old supermarket.    I myself recognized Kujo and Jazze Pha.  Just kidding, but they were there. As were the HighLife Honeys. My half-hearted attempts to secure a picture with them calls in to question my devotion to the blog. There was a rap act on the stage most of the night which could have been Field Mob, or someone else.     The Vip lounge was jam packed.  Rob abandonned me to some Spelman skeezers who tried to get me to buy them all drink, which I would have been happy to do if they would have shut up long enough to tell me what they wanted (!?). I slinked away when some other guy fell into their trap.  Rod was laughing once I found him again. Later another group of women asked me who I a was 'representing'. I told them Western Kansas. I was, after all,  wearing my constantines Tee, my pointy boots, and my GoodLand Kansas belt buckle.

We departed shortly after, grabbing a few Krystals along the way.

Charles Krauthammer on Why we love Australia

In the Australian House of Representatives last month, opposition member Julia Gillard interrupted a speech by the minister of health thusly: "I move that that sniveling grub over there be not further heard.''

For that, the good woman was ordered removed from the House, if only for a day. She might have escaped that little time-out if she had responded to the speaker's demand for an apology with something other than "If I have offended grubs, I withdraw unconditionally.''

Michael Crichton explaining that Aliens Cause Global Warming

But of course, within a few years, nobody rode horses except for sport. And in 2000, France was getting 80% its power from an energy source that was unknown in 1900. Germany, Switzerland, Belgium and Japan were getting more than 30% from this source, unknown in 1900. Remember, people in 1900 didn't know what an atom was. They didn't know its structure. They also didn't know what a radio was, or an airport, or a movie, or a television, or a computer, or a cell phone, or a jet, an antibiotic, a rocket, a satellite, an MRI, ICU, IUD, IBM, IRA, ERA, EEG, EPA, IRS, DOD, PCP, HTML, internet. interferon, instant replay, remote sensing, remote control, speed dialing, gene therapy, gene splicing, genes, spot welding, heat-seeking, bipolar, prozac, leotards, lap dancing, email, tape recorder, CDs, airbags, plastic explosive, plastic, robots, cars, liposuction, transduction, superconduction, dish antennas, step aerobics, smoothies, twelve-step, ultrasound, nylon, rayon, teflon, fiber optics, carpal tunnel, laser surgery, laparoscopy, corneal transplant, kidney transplant, AIDS… None of this would have meant anything to a person in the year 1900. They wouldn't know what you are talking about.

Now. You tell me you can predict the world of 2100. Tell me it's even worth thinking about. Our models just carry the present into the future. They're bound to be wrong. Everybody who gives a moment's thought knows it.

I am at Wild Wing Cafe with Dave Watching the game. First corner kick...weak header by Dempsey... should have done the full volley.

Ghana scored.  I never liked Reyna.

GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How did the JItterbug know he could make that pass.

Penalty Kick. Disgusting.

I can't watch anymore.

Hey, this is depressing too: Apparantly Valet Parking, even at the Hospital (which is really the one place where they are needed) is unsafe:

The disturbing video shows the convicted stalker carefully hiding his video camera on a desk in the victim's bedroom. When he hears the woman and her boyfriend come in the apartment, he disappears under her bed. Carlo Castellanos-Feria remained there for two days until he was discovered by the victim's boyfriend. .......the victim told the judge that the discovery of the valet in her bedroom was in her words -- a horrible experience.

 

In lighter news. It just occured to me that I might be able to ask Chip and Pepper for a new pair of jeans, having mentioned them on T.V.  I just sent them an email.

Well, I sent two. One to chip@chipandpepper.com one to pepper@chipandpepper.com. 

Here is Lileks, on ABC's request that we all send in evidence of Global Warming:

I am not susceptible to disaster scenarios. I do not believe we have ten years to prevent the inevitable collapse of civilization. As long as I can remember I have been fed end-times scenarios – death by ice, death by fire, death by famine, death by smothering from heaps of clambering humans scrabbling for purchase on an overpopulated world, death by full-scale nuclear exchange, death by unstoppable global AIDS, death by a two-degree rise in temperatures, death by radon, death by alar, death by inadvertent Audi acceleration, death by juju. Doesn’t mean we won’t die of juju. But somehow we survive. The only thing I take away is a vague wistful wonder what it would be like to live in an era when things were generally so bad that the futurists spent their time assuring us it would be better. Say what you will about the past, but at least they had a future. All I’ve ever had, according to the experts, is a grim narrow window of heedless ignorance bliss followed by a dystopian irradiated world characterized by scarcity, mutation, and quite possibly intelligent chimps. You have no future. Oh, and don’t smoke!

Moving on to the next item, which is quite near the end I might add, Monks make Raisin Bread.

Ok, wait, you have to hear this. Its a guy, with heroic patience, trying to cancle his AOL account.

Update: Neither email address worked.  Any ideas?

Alright,  I think I make my debut tonight..

I lost my wallet at ATL on thursday, so I didn't have any ID or Cash for my four days in D.C.  Gina was my sugar-mama though.  I had to delay my flight a day to wait for my passport which was stuck in a crate at Dulles for two days.   This is the second time a typo has cost me over 1000 on my first day of work.  And yet I still don't proofread.

BTW, someone found my wallet and went on a spending spree at the Lithonia super wall mart. I wish I could get that guy like this guy got those guys. He got them good.

D.C. seems like a fun town. I had a a great time.

I am at Brad's right now. 

They are coaching on dinner Alissa, at Absynth (the place with the purple tablecloths)..  I must have mentioned them about 200 times in these pages.   The best burger on the planet. The best cocktail makers on the planet.  I never got their Ricotta Dumpling recipe.

Well, I can't complain. Everyone says they made me look good. I figured they would, once i realized they were making michelle out to be picky and tense..      To my ear I sounded drunk, but I have no ear for myself. I guess I always sound that way?

Oh, I got an email from Glenda, The stylist I mentioned last week. She has been voted the "best cut and color" in SF, according to 7x7.   Congrats Glenda!  

MORNING UPDATE:

Dad admonished me, sternly, saying  "What did you say about 'liking them dumb'?  I don't like that one bit".  

Neda says, "Michelle seems nice".

Andy Says: "You are definately not metro....Jeans have no bearing" . He also says, having recently 'fallen' for John Prine, "Something about the song "Clay Pigeons", which I know is a Blaze Foley cover, grabs a hold of me every time I hear it.  Okay, that was way too
brokeback. "