Really cool remix of Feist’s I Feel It All by Britt Daniel (of Spoon fame).
So, I’m back in Manila. Again. This time, I’m here for 28 days, home for 10, then back for another 28 or so. While I enjoy it out here, this is definitely a long stretch.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be posting fun things I see, things people say and anything I learn while I’m here. Send me an email if you feel like it.
It’s been awhile since I really had any sort of direction on this site, and I’m still trying to figure out exactly what I want to do with it. In the meantime, I think I may switch to writing about music I am liking. Since I’m going to be on the road for quite awhile, I’ll have a lot more time to listen. At least, more than I have recently.
So, for now, that’s the direction I’ll be headed.
Parting Glass, FYI, is what I’ll be using as a title for posts that serve as obituaries from here on out.
Gods’ Speed, Ted Kennedy, and slainte.
Reply hazy, try again.
Outlook not so good.
Ask again later.
My reply is no.
Don’t count on it.
That’s sort of a dickish title for this post, because that’s not what the post is implying. However, I relate to the sentiment expressed in the article linked above.
I work in a field which, on a regular basis, requires thousands of hours of writing, design and development. As a result, I often find myself working late into the night, early in the morning and everything in-between. It also means that I have to carve out chunks - sometimes weeks at a time - that I need to work at my own pace and be relatively uninterrupted. And yes, that may include writing a few blog posts, or walking my dog, or killing zombie hordes on my Wii. However, I’m setting my own distractions, which, for some inexplicable reason, seems to help at least the back burner of my brain stay focused on the task at hand.
In any case, I’m sure there are as many arguments against this work strategy as there are for it, I just haven’t read very many that are as well thought-out as this.
This makes you seriously rethink the whole driving thing. 42 folding bikes in a parking space = 1 car in a parking space. From Gizmodo
…in 34 words:
(918): Can’t talk. I’m at the Tulsa Sheriff’s office with a bunch of rednecks. I bet I’m the only one that voted for Obama.
(515): I bet you’re the only one who could read the ballott [Ed. sic, ironically]
Okay, a quick primer. Obama is not the WORST PRESIDENT EVER, you fucking idiots. In fact, this has been said about every President ever going as far back as I care to research. In case you’re wondering, yes, that’s over a hundred years of Presidents everyone hates. Which is my point. Every President is always the WORST PRESIDENT EVER!!111!OMG!
Now, carry on with your uninformed, intellectually dishonest complaints!
In the interest of disclosure, I’d personally go with Buchanan.