which i will tell about eventually. soon. very soon.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
i never said it was going to be easy
i thought it. sure. but i never said it.
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Cold Bacon
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Labels: what i never did
Friday, July 25, 2008
Unmanned Drone

If you ever get shit on by a seagull, maybe you don't think they are so great. But if they shit on someone else, you might laugh and laugh like a barking dog.
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zipthwung
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Labels: barking, dogs, obituaries, Schadenfreude
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Pleathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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zipthwung
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Labels: Emily Dickinson, feathers, flocks, hope, perching
Monday, June 23, 2008
"How to be minimal and repetitive without being insipid is the challenge"
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molly
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Monday, June 2, 2008
oh for heaven's sake
Out of sheer desperation, I accepted a job in Korea... but as we all know that is not really where I want to be. But I suck it up and get the gig. THEN I hear back from a school in Algeria. I follow up with them, and hope this doesn't take another 2 weeks. Apparently a visa to Algeria only requires $100, which is forthcoming from the brother. Aaarrrgh. So if I get the Algerian gig, I will cancel the Korean gig (sorry, folks) and fork over the cash. Alright. Let me make something happen somewhere interesting. Surely a North African gig will be more labor-intensive, and probably less lucrative, than a Korean gig, but......we are not really here for the $. I don't want another cruddy winter. So wheels are turning, more to come... Stay tun
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Blackout27
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6:03 PM
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Labels: frustration, travels
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Miss Aiken

I've never heard of this woman, Clay Aiken, but she's kind of boyish looking:
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Jody Draws
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4:03 PM
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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
worst post today i swear (and temporary)
http://www.coldbacon.com/rhizome/
http://coldbacon9.blogspot.com/
everyone go heres and become rhizome members** then vote for our project (by clicking the picture). if we get the money from rhizome the website finally becomes 3-dimensional. do you not want that? you must ask yourself this question.
** scratch that. i just found out that you have to pay money to become a member. what is that? never mind. but you can still check out the links if you want.
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Cold Bacon
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Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Is it cold in here?
Reminiscences of the comic con: A one-movement fugue in prose
(with minimal embellishment and approximate accuracy):
Fan: So, do you have, like, a web site or a MySpace page or anything like that?
Seller: No, I’m not on the, um...MySpace.
Fan: Everybody is on that MySpace.
Seller: No, I’m not on it.
Fan: Do you have any contact information so I can call you or something?
Seller: No, not really.
Fan: You don’t have any contact information?
Seller: No. Huh-uh.
Fan: Okay, well...I’ll see you around. Maybe I’ll bring that guy that I was telling you about over here to meet you.
Seller: Now you’re talkin’.
Me: Ummm...Excuse me, but how much for these old wrestling magazines?
Seller: One dollar each.
Me: Sweet.
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Mike B.
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5:58 PM
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Labels: android brain, comics, fugues, old wrestling magazines, synthoflesh
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The Poultry Whisperer

It’s been so quiet here lately...Was it something I said? Maybe some of you folks would be so kind as to offer up some possible captions for this picture. Then I will feel much better about my humble niche in this here $%*!#@osphere.
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Mike B.
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Thursday, March 6, 2008
Ruining it for the rest of us
You see, this is the kind of stuff I find particularly disheartening: You just can’t stick an android brain in a robot head. And putting synthoflesh on a robot frame isn’t the best idea, either. Really...these guys are just asking for trouble.
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Mike B.
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9:41 PM
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Labels: android brain, eterno, robot body, robot frame, synthoflesh
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Overheard in the bathroom at Film Forum
After watching Sidney Lumet's Long Day's Journey Into Night:
"175 minutes and they didn't leave that house ONCE!"
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Anonymous
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2:37 AM
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Thursday, February 28, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
new president
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cislunar
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Meet the Beagles

This handsome devil won the dog show while the rest of you were living your lives as though it were any other day.
But it isn't. Not today. After years of denial, a beagle is victorious. It's payback time. Especially after that handler gets his pinky out of Snoopy's ass.
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SinginFool
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Monday, February 11, 2008
...But Nothing is Better Than Baby Otters
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Lora Kolodny
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Labels: dude no i'm far too cute, otter, you want me to get in that icebath?
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
It's what you'd call a red letter day...
A rarity...a less than false existentialist moment from the mouth of Khanh. I actually had a pretty good day at work, and life isn't proving to be completely shit. Don't know how long this will last, but I'm certainly appreciative for the time being.
Cheesy as it is, being an educator by profession, you just want to be told every once in a while that one is making a difference in the life of the students their parent so easily dispose to me. After a fairly awful week with my personal life colliding with my professional one every available moment possible, a parent told me just that....Khanh Ho was doing a decent if not wonderful job.
Heavily debating whether it's the Ecco Domani or the virtuous praising that's leaving the rosiness in my cheek, but I feel pretty joyous nonetheless. I'll think I'll coast on that for a while. A sound idea if I've ever heard one.
That's all. Continue with the business of the day.
-the end-
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The Khanh is Dead.
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