Ack-sent-you-ate the positive...

My friend Toby just pointed me to zefrank, a blog site where fans == "sports racers." Zefrank has been publishing video podcasts for quite-some-time which are very very amusing and insightful, delivered with deadly precision and intensity, in short staccato bursts.*

Just read a zefrank post on David Horvitz' work. Wow. I love the idea of the project proposals, which are delivered with such earnestness, you have to support it. I wish I lived near Valencia Street in San Francisco for this and other reasons - so that I could be standing, right now, in the middle of the street flapping my arms like a bird.

*I f'ing hate when people who work in technology casually drop the name of a lesser-known blog or type of functionality as if it's common parlance; when they/we assume everyone else knows what they/we are talking about. It perpetuates the intimidation factor and is counterproductive to our work. I'm definitely guilty of this, and it stops now.

Here Comes the Sun

It's Dyngus Day, and I couldn't be happier. Not about the Polish spring-rites celebration, or the funny name; but just because the trees are budded out, the Baltimore oriole's nest from last year is almost falling off its branch (so I can pick it up when it does, and stash it somewhere for further examination), and the ground, while not green, is visible again.

Friends are starting seeds in containers for transplant in late May, after the last frost is surely past. I'm taking a day off this week to work in the attic and the basement, cleaning and organizing things into clear labeled bins. I saw two robins last week darting across the snow-tamped grass of the front lawn. The crocuses are up.

Even if it snows again this month, it's ok; we made it through.

DVR Has Outed Me

I am truly a Connoisseur of Crap. My portion of the DVR hard drive is polluted with overtly staged mass-market melodramas, predigested and deposited, baby-bird style, into the fiberoptic stream for me to pluck out, gulp down, and belch up again throughout a given day:

Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew
High School Reunion (a TV Land Original Series)
My Fair Brady: Maybe Baby?
Scott Baio is 46 and Pregnant

I'd like to say that as a liberal-arts edumacated, thoughtful and erudite pontificator, I would have loftier pursuits. I do - I'm learning how to play banjo, after all - but at the end of the day, there's nothing like Keeping up with the Kardashians to help me remember why I'm alive. Now, Team of Therapists: I command you! Do your Work!

John Mayer is My Hero

Balls out.

Sometimes Good Is Good

JetBlue Airlines asked me today, in a customer survey, if I could imagine JetBlue Airlines as a person, is this someone:
-- I would really like
-- I would like a little bit
-- I would not really have an opinion about
-- I would find mildly annoying
-- I would detest

Now, here's an example of a blue-sky idea (pun intended) having no clear antecedent or context. The rest of the survey is straightforward questions about leg room, friendliness of the crew, etc.

I'm not sure if this creative and strange way of getting data from me is effective for JetBlue, but it definitely got me thinking. Probably because I'm here right now.

I voted for the "really like" option. I pictured my JetBlue 'person' looking like this.

Did the French Braid Go Out of Style?

I think it did. I'm just checking.

I heart ICHC

Five years later, I just discovered I Can Has Cheezburger Dot Com.