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Posts from January 2005

Neil Gaiman on Loving Your Words

Neil Gaiman says this, in response to a writer who complains that he can’t love his own writing: Well, it’s hard to be a fan of your own work (I’m not a fan of my writing). You’ll always see how far it was from what you had in mind when you sat down to write. [...]


One Miniscule Notch Below Perfection

As Apple’s popularity grows, as iMac sales go through the roof and iPod sales through the stratosphere, I’m finding it easier to admit to myself that there are a few things about the Apple experience that I’m not too keen on. I mean, yes, they make the best computers in the universe, and the best [...]


The Mooning of Green Bay

I witnessed some post-wardrobe-malfunction network prudery this weekend, while watching the Vikings / Green Bay game. Randy Moss, hobbled with an ankle sprain, still managed to catch a touchdown pass, and then celebrated by turning around and fake-mooning the crowd of Cheeseheads behind the endzone. It was dumb and juvenile, and really not worth talking [...]


The Twine Head Man

I once met a man With a head made of twine And a smile divine And a soft-spoken gait He asked me to dance In his lope-lovely voice But left me no choice As the hour was late So I stripped off my skin One strand at a time Like a burgeoning mime Like a [...]


The Persistence of Anonymity

Around the time of the Valerie Plame affair, when the whole question of using anonymous sources in newspaper stories became a hot-button issue, several news outlets vowed that they would no longer quote people who refused to be identified, unless they had a very good reason for doing so. That sounded like a big “unless” [...]


How To Kill Social Security

The Bush administration has long been a big fan of Orwellian phraseology , creating initiatives whose names suggest the exact opposite of their real purpose. The Healthy Forests Initiative, for example, which strove to improve the health of the forests by cutting down all those nasty trees. Or the Clean Air initiative, which allows power [...]


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The top part of my brain isn’t very smart. It gets by, I suppose, responding to stimuli, carrying on conversations, registering gross anomalies in its sensorium and initiating lugubrious responses. For example, if I was attacked by a coven of ravening witch ferrets, I’m quite sure the top part of my brain would eventually notice [...]


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