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Don’t know whether to be pleased or appalled

The text ads in Gmail actually turn up fascinating stuff sometimes. The latest link to catch my eye was to an article in a “search optimization” industry site which notes that Google is banning people who use “blog submission software” (read: blog spammers).

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Boxes

I have a box of lemonade-and-cherry Nerds, and a box with a brand new 14″, 80 gig iBook in it! My afternoon is made. With all due respect to Joel, the only thing that could make it any better is a box arriving right now which has holes in it and says Bacon on it. Capital-B Bacon. And it has air holes and has been shipped special from Seattle. And she steps out of it and sings “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” as only Bacon can.

Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day

Which do you prefer — Dance Dance Resurrection, or Dance Dance Immolation? If neither floats your proverbial boat, check out the D.D.Resurrection forums, which are just astounding. Or, go check out the videos I shot at the DDR Nationals, which Sammy Elkassir has finally posted.

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Reproducing News

Am currently sitting in on a presentation by a scholar who is attempting to understand how Muslim children shape their identities using the news. She is using professionally-produced news clips and letting kids edit them together in iMovie; the movies are up on that blog.

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My Katamari is Tiny!

… probably because I am such a slow roller. And because I have been rolling so slowly on my own Katamari Halloween pictures, here’s some taken by someone else — possibly from one of the other Katamari groups we met? Page through the photos from this first one of Robert Scott as the King of All Cosmos.

Radio Silence

Anyone trying to call my cel at the moment will not have an easy time of it. Probably due to my having dropped it in the Seattle Sound five months ago and it never having recovered, my phone is stone dead. If you really need to reach me by phone, try the games lab between noon and 9pm, or better yet, send me email. Personal email at the twistedmatrix account, business email at the gmail and Columbia accounts. ty!

More Anguish

My friends from high school will be happy to learn that a second volume of Anguished English has been published. Thank you to Harper’s for the heads-up.

When a kitten comes to your house



Anyone else remember that old Mr. Rogers song? “When a baby comes to your house/ It’s a girl, or it’s a boy/ something something/ It is never just a toy…” For some reason as I’ve been posting these pics that keeps running through my head. Anyway, here’s some pictures of the kittens we’ve been fostering, who are up for adoption through A Cause for Paws.

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For A War Stance

Also, I’ve been meaning to post a link to a Afghani rug vendor who Joel and I encountered on one of our first dates. The rugs he trades in feature images of weapons, tanks, helicopters, and other military themes. As can be expected, the explanation is fascinating.

We’re An Accordion Band

Today while dressing after African dance I heard someone in the locker room having a long, drawn-out discussion of Lawrence Welk. Turns out the classmate whose lively style I’ve been admiring is an ethnomusicology student, and her master’s is on accordion players in New York City.

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