Monday, September 26, 2005
Monday Night Haiku (aka Post Hurricane Haiku)
Little tumble-down,
The dreams of a generation.
Now, nothing but dust.
The dreams of a generation.
Now, nothing but dust.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Just call me Red
Do you remeber the "Red Green" show on PBS? You know, the Canadian guy named Red who wore red flannel and did all the comedy sketches about duct tape?
Call me stupid, but I thought it was funny...
http://www.redgreen.com/index.cfm
What's funnier though, is that his show is actually educational and his duct tape ideas actually work.
Last winter before the big freeze (Houston doesn't get a freeze all that often and when it does, the pipes always freeze because they aren't buried deep), I couldn't find any of those external faucet covers. Lowes, Home Depot - sold out. No problem, because I watch PBS. I recalled a "Red Green" episode once where the same thing happened to Red. He put a beer coozie over the faucet and duct taped it in place. I followed his lead and it worked out fine.
Now, my house is covered in duct tape. Every window is taped in a bizzare criss-cross patern in aticipation of the coming hurricane. I hope I paid enough attention to Red's lessons - and so do my windows.
Call me stupid, but I thought it was funny...
http://www.redgreen.com/index.cfm
What's funnier though, is that his show is actually educational and his duct tape ideas actually work.
Last winter before the big freeze (Houston doesn't get a freeze all that often and when it does, the pipes always freeze because they aren't buried deep), I couldn't find any of those external faucet covers. Lowes, Home Depot - sold out. No problem, because I watch PBS. I recalled a "Red Green" episode once where the same thing happened to Red. He put a beer coozie over the faucet and duct taped it in place. I followed his lead and it worked out fine.
Now, my house is covered in duct tape. Every window is taped in a bizzare criss-cross patern in aticipation of the coming hurricane. I hope I paid enough attention to Red's lessons - and so do my windows.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Remeber this
One of my favorite sentiments:
"Viajar la vida entera por la calma azul o en tormentas zozobrar; poco importa el modo si algún puerto espera."
- Pedro Aznar
"Viajar la vida entera por la calma azul o en tormentas zozobrar; poco importa el modo si algún puerto espera."
- Pedro Aznar
Friday, September 02, 2005
Time to just... chill.
Do you remember that old Coca Cola jingle from the 70’s?
“I’d like to teach the world to sing, In perfect harmony,” yeah, you know the one with all the hippies on the hillside?
That was a great jingle.
Now, though, there is a new version: “I’d like to teach the world to chill.”
I think this is an interesting social comment (and perhaps a metaphor) on the way the new millennium is turning out. We’ve had five years to think about the whole new millennium thing, so now seems like as good a time as any to re-write the jingle.
Isn’t it curious that in the 70’s, amidst the end of the Vietnam War, the energy crisis, the hostage crisis, the nuclear crisis, the “crisis de jour” crisis (take your pick - ahem), all we really wanted to do was to sing? Now, in 2005, amidst another war, the apparent beginnings of a new energy crisis, and the New Orleans mess, all we really want to do is chill.
We were singing, but now were just… chillin’.
Fascinating.
“I’d like to teach the world to sing, In perfect harmony,” yeah, you know the one with all the hippies on the hillside?
That was a great jingle.
Now, though, there is a new version: “I’d like to teach the world to chill.”
I think this is an interesting social comment (and perhaps a metaphor) on the way the new millennium is turning out. We’ve had five years to think about the whole new millennium thing, so now seems like as good a time as any to re-write the jingle.
Isn’t it curious that in the 70’s, amidst the end of the Vietnam War, the energy crisis, the hostage crisis, the nuclear crisis, the “crisis de jour” crisis (take your pick - ahem), all we really wanted to do was to sing? Now, in 2005, amidst another war, the apparent beginnings of a new energy crisis, and the New Orleans mess, all we really want to do is chill.
We were singing, but now were just… chillin’.
Fascinating.