Good news du jour: UNCG is now offering the option of using Gmail for student email accounts rather than the suck-ass, miserable Lotus Notes/Domino web interface that was required upto this point — and that looked and acted like it dated from about 1995, and that didn’t even allow POP access. I can now use Apple Mail for all my incoming mail again, rather than having to access some stupid, cumbersome web-based program for the school-related stuff. I am very much the happy.
Am I missing something or is this not a very enticing discount?
Coolest shade of green ever:
I might have bought it had it not smelled vaguely unpleasant…
Since this article about the demise of film processing service in retail stores was mentioned today on both a superamarket board I follow and a library mailing list I susbscribe to, I figured I was more or less required to link to it here.
Yet another example of the emerging propensity among “conservatives” toward the very same whining oversensitivity they used to deride so instinctively in liberals. Like so many annoying granola leftists, these right wing nimrods seem to be spending way too much time desperately searching for something to be offended by.
Of course, it helps your case if you can portray yourself as the underdog, even when your ideology is pretty much in control of the country at the present time, right? Fundamentalist Christians have been doing it for years. From some of their rhetoric, you’d think Christians were such a persecuted minority that they were in danger of becoming exctinct, when in fact they constitute a vast (and controlling) majority of the American population.
Perpetual Victim Syndrome is problematic enough when it develops in people who have actually faced some adversity. Can we please skip all these tears for the vast “persecuted” conservative majority?
No more 1997 road trip stuff at the top of the page. I’ll miss that. Maybe on the twentieth anniversary, I’ll actually post some of the video.
Sadly, I don’t really have anything exciting to add in my first new post in two weeks or so. Life has pretty much been about school, work, and more of both for the past few weeks. We did make it to the fair on Wednesday and to the Jewish Festival in Greensboro with my mom on Sunday. And we successfully avoided the North Carolina Identity Politics Gathering, after accidentally wandering a little too close to the South Carolina version in Columbia the week before.
This weekend, though, I have no schoolwork due, three consecutive days off work, and plans to go someplace relatively far away. Therefore, I will not be answeting the phone or checking email after Thursday night, lest these plans somehow be ruined, as so many others have recently. OK, maybe I won’t go that far, but I really do need to get away for a couple of days.
For your perusal: new photos in the Carolinas photo gallery, including shots of Columbia, Durham, Lexington, Burlington, and Kannapolis.
Another reason I miss Los Angeles more than San Francisco: you rarely saw houses driving down the freeway in San Francisco. I’m not sure if that’s because there were so few freeways in SF to begin with, or because people who could afford houses in SF rarely ever took them out for a Sunday drive. Afraid of scratches and dings, y’know?
I am partcularly glad this week that I no longer live adjacent to Folsom Street. I’m also glad it’s almost time for a fair I actually want to go to, as opposed to one that I usually left town to avoid. Lest you argue that this fact makes me seem old, boring, or “sex-negative”, I assure you that I still like sex very much. But the Folsom Street Fair wasn’t really about sex for me. It was usually more about pawing my way through 100,000 annoying, smelly, drunk people (most of whom had very little reason to be exposing so much naked flesh) as I tried to make my way home to watch “The Simpsons”.
Plus, the hot dogs are better at the Dixie Classic.
I’m not lying and this is not staged. Friday night, Mark and I were playing Scrabble, and these were the first three words on the board:
Should I be frightened?
I knew there was still intelligent life in San Francisco, but it’s rare that you see evidence of it in the Chronicle:
Tim Holt “Critical Mass turns 15” (Sept. 14) compares the civil disobedience of the civil rights movement with that of Critical Mass. Hard to see what people risking their lives fighting for voting rights have in common with elitists on $3,000 bikes who deliberately disrupt traffic to make it hard for working people to get home. In his attempt to elevate this juvenile obstructionism, Holt trivializes a great historical movement.
The above is a letter to the editor in response to this nonsense by guest columnist Tim Holt about how an anarchist slugfest that has antagonized motorists, pedestrians, transit users, and damned near everyone else in San Francisco every month for fifteen years has been an overwhelmingly “affirming” process. To paraphrase another letter writer, the mind boggles at the thought of how many great things cyclisyts might have accomplished without the PR debacle that is Critical Mass.