Holy shit, what a great round of stories on NPR this afternoon.
First off, throat singing. Not a big fan of genre covers, but Yat-Kha’s version of “Love Will Tear Us Apart” was damn near perfect, at least the snippet of it I heard. Hell, and I don’t even like Joy Division that much.
The other Holy Shit moment on my drive home this cold, rainy and windy evening came when Jonah Goldberg, in disparaging Trent Lott’s election as Senate Minority Whip, described the former Republican stronghold’s fiscal policy as “After years of wallowing in their own crapulence, spending money like a pimp with a week to live.”
Awesome. I ♥ NPR.
Started out this morning with a shitty commute.
No, really. I stepped in a big wet steaming pile of dog crap this morning and didn’t notice until two pedal revolutions down the road, as I had smashed most of it into the pedal on my bike. Not only is there disgusting smelly sticky dog shit on my shoe, but it’s smashed into all the crevices of the pedal as well. Each revolution of the pedals only forced it in further.
Dog doodoo is slick, too. Makes it easy for your shoe to slip off the pedal. The shoe and pedal that are practically covered in canine excrement.
Toss in a 20 mph headwind and having too many smokes the night before with it being 20°F colder than the day before and it makes for a bad start to the day.
But all was not lost. I still made it to my rezendevous point in 20 minutes flat. Found a newspaper to clean up what I could on the pedal and then wrap it in so as not to transfer said effluvent to Kevin’s trunk. My commuting shoes are plastic, so it was trivial to walk off most of what was still smashed onto my shoe in the clover next to the sidewalk.
And best of all – while waiting for Kevin’s Honda to round the corner, I made a friend.
One thing it takes me a long time to get used to after the switch back to Daylight Spending Time is that it’s suddenly dark when I get up, beginning to be light by the time I leave, light all day while at the orifice, deep twilight by the time I get out and solid nighttime for my entire ride home.
stolen borrowed without permission from the shittsburgh post-gazette)
I voted. Did you?
If so, bully for you!
If not, you can fuck right off.
Chicago has these fancy new touchscreen machines, which I was all sorts of against, until I heard on some AM talk show (been on a big AM radio kick lately) that these particular machines had a built-in paper trail. After you reviewed your choices on-screen, it printed a paper receipt that you got to review through a window. After approving it and casting your ballot, it scrolled into the bowels of the machine. Neat. Apparently it’s a Sequoia AVC Edge w/VeriVote Printer.
My final votes are between myself and the Cook County Election Board, but suffice it to say that I had a pretty clear method of voting. I voted as you might expect someone of my age, location and socioeconomic group might with a few caveats. All those running unopposed got a saucy write-in candidate. Any incumbent Republicans got voted against, either by Green Party (where available) or Democrats. All judges with male-sounding names got voted against and all females got voted for. I like some churn in my gummint.
You know what else I like? WAFFLES.