Jon & Vangelis
The Friend of Mr. Cairo (1981)
The full twelve-minute epic version of this came up in the iPod as I was driving to work this morning. It was kind of entertaining but I was exhausted by the end of it.
Jon & Vangelis
The Friend of Mr. Cairo (1981)
The full twelve-minute epic version of this came up in the iPod as I was driving to work this morning. It was kind of entertaining but I was exhausted by the end of it.
What does it say about me that the thought of going to Sioux City, Iowa, to attend a two-day workshop on preserving magnetic tape sounds rather appealing?
Wasn’t this a Seinfeld episode or something?
Forgot to mention it but I back-populated some old posts from the past few months over the last week or so. I do this pretty regularly with posts that don’t “go live” for one reason or another–either I don’t finish them to my satisfaction or the timing seems wrong or whatever. I usually just pop them into place where they should have gone in sequence. That way, they’re included for completeness (the “public record of my life,” blah blah blah) but I don’t end up calling undue attention to old news in my RSS feed. etc. And yes, this makes you have to do a bit of work if you really want to read them. Sorry. I’ll give you a pointer to one of them, OK?
So what else is new in the life of yer humble host?
Spent with a movie, followed by a few sublimely geeky hours tracing chain suprmarket history in Indianapolis and playing with video on the side, then a torta at Guadalajara, and now I’m reading my book (thanks, Sarah) and watching the big storm from the tiki room.
Sundays do not require excitement.
According to Business Week, that is.
Here’s why I hate stupid non-news stories like this:
That said, I wonder if our ranking would have gone up or down if they’d included Winston-Salem’s actual population (229,617) rather than some random number (33,822) that came from…well…I don’t know where it might have come from.
Remember when reputable publications used to have things like editors and fact checkers? And writers, for that matter?
Today, we digitized a 94-year-old peanut that was wearing a dress.
M is for “meeting(s).”
M is for “myriad maniacal morons in big-ass SUVs on I-40.”
M is for “Monday.”
But at least I managed not to spend the weekend dwelling on an anniversary I didn’t particularly want to remember. Instead, I explored Charlotte with Carroll on Saturday and spent Sunday eliminating things that no longer belong in my life. The latter sounds all mysterious and philosophical and shit, but it pretty much just means “cleaning out the basement.”
How things that might have excited you a year or two back are now more likely just to make you worry about the extra layer of stress they might add to your vacation.