Overheard on the bus home from work yesterday evening: “Yo, so it’s just Mexicans you hang out with?” “mumble mumble mumble.” “Well, if it’s so unfortunate, whyn’t you quit?” Plus snippets of information about “when I was in prison” and various X3 gang signs duly noted in someone else’s house.
I am a lousy chess player. Most likely this is due to discouraging lack of success at beating the easiest levels of various computer chess games, with the ensuing decline of interest in improving my skillz. My new iPod, however, promises to change this. Yes, it not only slices and dices and cures halitosis, but […]
Yesterday morning shuffle chose to cue Django Reinhardt’s “Mystery Pacific”. I was startled because the previous night the last thing I read before I went to bed was a short story by Alastair Reynolds called “Pacific Mystery”. Whoa. I know that there is something about coincidence that is attractive to our brains. We assume they are […]
Last night while walking northwards with the dogs I noticed scattered folks along the west side of the street, gazing past me. Then I noticed there was the moon and it looked odd. I hadn’t brought my glasses with me but I did remember just then of the predicted lunar specatular, so although I didn’t […]
The greeting banner on my cell phone announces its name as “Vavatch Hub”. This is a reference to Iain M. Banks’ Consider Phlebas, which is only one of the greatest SF works of our time. I also have a download of this image of Galaxy M104. Looks like an Orbital to me, if I squint right. One day I […]
I assume the graphic arts department, as well as at least three layers of the Oregonian’s vaunted editing resources, will be resigning over this map. I’m not talking about the typo in the attribution. I’m referring to the no-longer-existent country just south of Chad. Even during its existence said country never shared a border with Chad. Tant pis.
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