As usual, I found some time to read Car and Driver at the newsstand this week, and the most interesting article of all was a column by Csaba Csere, one of their several smart, engineer-background editors. Kudos to them, by the way, for making the content available online.
Otis Spunkmeyer. Can you tell that's a made-up, awful company name? Of course you can.
Branding is a recurring theme in William Gibson's Pattern Recognition, which includes the theory that the Tommy Hilfiger brand, because of its incredibly derivative and obviously calculated style, is the most soulless brand ever (this is important, because the main character is allergic to bad branding).
Dave sent me this video, obviously from some years ago (since some years ago is how long ago mountain bike racers would be caught dead in these colours) of a very interesting way of handling rider infractions.
No posts lately? I haven't had a lot to say. The weather is shockingly good, and I'm loving it. It was so mild yesterday that I rode home from work in my fleece jersey and shorts. No leg warmers. That's surprising.
I'm late. I know. My sincerest apologies for making you wait. I have been indisposed and haven't even wanted to venture out of doors. Outside scary. Yet, I have put my fingers to work in order to bring you this installment of "The Sublime and the Ridiculous."
Again, I'm going to cheat a bit and put my sublime and ridiculous thoughts together into one tangled web. However, it is my posting and I claim the right to amend its weekly pattern as I see fit. There! My obsessive-compulsive side has quieted down.
And a quick hello to new reader Kelly, who will be shortly perusing this site.
Yes, the readership is that small that I can greet them individually. It's like a PBS pledge drive, but without the annoying beggary.
That starts next week.
Half-remembered quote of the day: "they go brain dead for a few months, and then they have little froggy thoughts again."
The Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs has a few websites devoted, I guess, to teaching the rest of us about their fair land. Notably, behold Trends in Japan, an earnest but interesting look at stuff happening there. It's not J-list, and that's a point in its favour.
Ah, TMQ, the great explainer of football. There's a funny story about my current interest in the NFL: I started reading Easterbrook's "Tuesday Morning Quarterback" column (this was back when it was part of Slate), and it was so interesting I began to watch the football games so I could keep up with the column.
Sure, Tweety could fly away. But he doesn't because it is all the better to torment Sylvester! He's actually a twisted, twisted individual. Hmmm. This may be the one time that Grant's minor in abnormal and clincal psychology could prove useful!
I still haven't brought my wired cola mug into the lab. I will, but I was a bad girl last week, and did very few things that I "should have done". Am going to do better this week.
Hello, everyone. This blog is brought to you from my bed which is warm and comfy. Bed - the soft choice.
Now that's a sunset.
One of the neat things about the specialty modes of the Coolpix (sunset, night scene, etc.) is that they tend to suggest certain pictures. After all, if you're out wandering the streets and you turn to see a dramatic sunset, well then you just have to whip out the old camera and grab a picture.
