“No More Drugs for That Man” …
...is my favorite line from the movie, "Face Off". I'm just saying. I had one too many cappuccinos, and this little ditty did materialize in my insane brizain. It may not mean anything, but seems rife with possibilities for deconstruction. Piper's Prize Pete Piper Packed an Uzi, Squeezed the trigger,…
Frustrated? Try cyber bubble-wrap.
It doesn't get any simpler than this. Almost as satisfying as the real thing. And no . . . I don't know the phone number of the "Fresh Sheet" woman.
A Reprise on Fungible time
Last evening, I wasted about 1½ hours working in the basement on some uninteresting but useful titanium accessories that I call Fat Wires on MrTitanium.com. I had a dyslexic moment, and made them slightly wrong. Just wrong enough that I can’t in good conscience sell them. I found this very frustrating. A big waste of time.
This morning I started over. This sort of fine craft allows my mind to wander as I cut, hammer, punch, drill, grind, band-aid, polish, bend, re-polish, and assemble. I reflected on Erich’s post on Fungible time: The principle that time, like money, is commutative in an accounting sense. In brief, time is spent whatever you do, so you should make the best of it.
So I wondered (in between thinking about the imminent Buy Nothing Day and listening to FM blather) why I was so upset at having wasted 1½ hours on honing my craft but getting no product, yet a comparable time wasted playing Doom2 or watching YouTube doesn’t bother me. I quit TV several weeks ago.
Vatican to Italian comedians: your jokes aren’t funny.
Andrew Sullivan declares here that whenever a Pope delares that "even closeted, chaste gay men cannot be priests," he makes himself a legitimate target for the types of jokes recently aired on Italian television and radio.