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Monthly Archives: September 2001
I love those guys.
The good folks at The Onion have returned from their 9-11-imposed hiatus with an issue devoted to WTC-related topics, including the sidebar headline “Jerry Falwell: Is That Guy A Dick Or What?” They, like Jon Stewart and David Letterman, remind us that laughter is theraputic. Enjoy. And don’t miss the TV listings.
“In the dark, the girl’s innocent chum . . .”
Ethan Coen, in addition to being one half of a truly extraordinary filmmaking duo (with his brother, Joel), is apparently also a poet; his dirty limericks appear in Nerve this week.
(Excerpted from his upcoming book The Drunken Driver Has the Right of Way.)
Scary.
The Times reports evidence of a fairly wide conspiracy to create fake identies for terrorists — and murders to supply said. Chilling.
Um, okay.
As a Southerner, I have more than a passing familiarity with kudzu, the ubiquitous vine transplanted to the American South in an effort to combat erosion. Like most other such efforts, it backfired — in the lush heat and humidity of Mississippi, kudzu’s growth can be measured in feet per day. It’s been called “a vegetable form of cancer,” among other things, as it overwhelms surrounding vegetation and cloaks buildings and cars in a green net of vines.
Of course, now it turns out that you can eat it. And by “you,” I mean people other than me.
“I feel lucky, and I have plenty of ammunition.”
The good folks at ESPN have given Dr Hunter S. Thompson a bully pulpit for some time now — he’s got a column that runs on Mondays that still shows flashes of the brilliance that punctuates his career. And, of course, he’s by no means silent on the events of last week.
Distillation of Talking Head Blather
Read this, and you never need listen to a politician speaking after a tragedy again.
Watch or Read This.
I’ve become a one-trick pony in the wake of last week’s attacks, but there suddenly doesn’t seem much to be clever or witty about. Bear with me.
Last night, on his first program back after last week’s horror, David Letterman opened with a long, serious monologue about the situation. It’s very, very good and very, very strong. If you’ve got a good connection, go right now over the CBS site and check out the area for The Late Show. There’s a clip (RealPlayer) available under DaveTV – Big Show Highlight; I have no idea how long they’ll keep it up, but try and see it. If you can’t for some reason, at least read this unofficial transcript someone posted at the Well, purportedly from alt.fan.letterman. It appears to be accurate, but it’s definitely a weak sister to the actual clip.
Two More WTC Bits
Suck‘s 30 October 2000 column about the bombing of the Cole is both prescient and compelling, especially the discussion of Marshall’s book.
In other news, this purports to be a reasonably recent table of the tallest buildings in the world, though it’s at least partly out of date (Texas Commerce Tower in Houston isn’t called that anymore). I can’t vouch for its accuracy, but I assume it contains a bit of fact.
NY from Space, then and now.
The BBC has this story that includes both pre- and post-attack 1-meter satellite shots of lower Manhattan. (via MetaFilter)
Look at this.
I’ve gotten this from several of you. It’s a photo page of world reactions to the Trade Center bombing, and it’s genuinely moving. As a child of the Cold War, the Kremlin’s flags at half mast was a particularly resonant image for me.
There is nothing I can say.
The events of 11 September are undeniably the most horrible for our country – and the world – in recent memory. On the Well, people have been posting that so-and-so’s checked in, that this person or that person are okay, and even though I don’t know them I breathe a sigh of relief.
The people at MadeByNick.com offer this photo as a show of online unity, for whatever it’s worth, and I figure it can’t hurt.
Dept. of Proactively Leveraging the New Pardigm to Dynamically Blah Blah Blah…
Giant Flounder Penis (yes) provides us with key assets for doing business in the New Economy: to wit, the Mission Statement Generator.
The scary part is that they’re not all obviously jokes. Somewhere, there’s an MBA hitting the “reload” button over and over…
Thousands and Thousands of the Very, Very Hip
Aerial photos of Burning Man. Cool.
Read This.
Jon Carroll does not lie.
Mr Payne’s Contribution
NoGators Senior Political Correspondent L. Payne. sends us this. Enjoy.
Mystery Solved!
Just be careful who makes the “re-enactment Kool-aid.”
This is just plain wacked.
Do you know what cookies are?
If you don’t — or even if you think you do — check out this story in the New York Times. It’s an excellent rundown of why we need them, what the privacy concerns are, and how you can protect yourself from abuses.
Dept. of Navel-Gazing Redux
After I posted the prior entry, I emailed my brother to tease him about his firm being the 23rd most frequent visiting domain for us here at NoGators. In reply, he says:
I’m proud to be 23rd. And, with a renewed faith in America and solid belief in the ideals that make this nation strong, I know we can move to 22d and then maybe 21st before we know it! This, my friends , is your call to arms! Only a can-do attitude will survive the treacherous slings and arrows of internet visitation placement but we can win! Go! Fight! Win!
Okay, kids. You know who you are. Shouldn’t you be writing briefs or something?
Dept. of Navel-gazing
I’ve just reviewed the Nogators stats for August, and something weird shows up. I’m used to seeing all manner of ISP originating domains, but #12 on the hit parade last month was gov.au. Who are you?
Dept. of Hyping My Friends
My pal Kelly works for PopNYC, a hip online shop in the up-and-coming (read: scary) meatpacking district in NYC. They’re very cool. In particular, I’m blown away by their Aniluxe, a toy they did for the Cartoon Network. Roll your own Mojo Jojo animations with a 1940’s-era animation machine!
Dept. of Nutjobs, Political Division
Houston-area attorney and crank John Worldpeace (his name was Kenneth Wolter until 1988) is running for governor of Texas. Oh boy. He’s also enlisted the aid of a telephone solicitation firm, so every few days I get another long burst of screed on my answering machine. He’s also actively endorsing non-nutjob Houston mayoral candidate Chris Bell, who in turn is trying to get Worldpeace to stop drumming up votes for him in his phone messages. I can’t imagine why.
“Great movie. Loved the music. Congrats on the awards. Now pay up.”
Oscar-winning documentary-maker and guitar player Ry Cooder is being shaken down for $25,000 by our lovely government on account o’ him spending time and money in Cuba — while making the Buena Vista Social Club, which of course subsequently won all sorts of awards (I’m guessing director Wim Wenders is also being fined). It seems you still need permission of the US government to spend money there. Never mind all that claptrap about bringing people together, or illustrating what a fool’s errand the embargo is, of course. Wow.
This is just cool.
Scientists have discovered that certain types of brittlestars heretofore believed to be blind due to a wholesale lack of eyes (go figure) are in fact all eyes. Somehow, they use the beadlike crystals that make up their external skeltons to create one big compound eye. Neat.