However, there is a shorter-than-expected diary here because I am f**king p***ed … my fault? I don’t know. I blame Firefox, I blame MySpace … I blame somebody else …
The blog writing page randomly reload and WIPED OUT MY F**KING entry.
Hrm, thank you. I feel better now.
I was going to write about how good my cheesecake, with its oatmeal and brown sugar crust was. About how I did laundry and heard some great code switching from the two Latinas doing their laundry. About how I returned four movies to Four Star before going to Fair Trade, where I met Darrin (who’s finished with his diss and going to London this weekend, where he’ll stay with Maike from our department) and Julia (who’s engaged now to John, who graduated this last weekend). About how I was reading Frederick C. Beiser’s German Idealism (Cambridge: Harvard UP, 2002) and got some good dissertation material written down and how the reading and writing motivated me. About how I enjoyed that Trapiche malbec last night, or about I got some new pens at the University Book Store, how the #4 was late (scheduled for 4:48 but arriving at 5), how the “regulars” were at Fair Trade but most others weren’t, and more.
But I won’t, because the prose I composed (comproased?) was wiped out in a second, in a blink of an eye.
So now I can only point to a few links.
Such as Daniel Zalewski’s “Tease Me” at Salon about Lost — the first such essay there to “get” the show. Zalewski “gets” how it’s about the building and building of mystery in a Zen way, though he calls it tantric.
Or what about the stupid Identical Twins Caught in Paternity Flap because both slept with the same woman and so no one is certain who the father of the child is.
“I want to go to the Supreme Court,” Raymon told ABC News. “If they can’t prove it’s me then they should throw it out of court.” And as for the child support, he said, “The state should eat it.”
What an ass. That’s right, ask “the state” to pay; accept some responsibility for sticking your unprotected penis in that woman’s vagina, dipsh*t–you or your brother, if not child’s father you’re at least the uncle, so grow up and act like an older relative. Act like an adult.
The NY Times gives us A German Beer Trail(“Searching for Local Brews”).
Dynamic, bustling Berlin may be many things — an Old World capital of cool, the home of a vibrant literary and artistic community, Eurotrash style central — but it is not generally thought of as a city with great beer. And yet just 200 years ago, Napoleon’s army celebrated its occupation of Berlin with big mugs of weisse, toasting victories with a light, golden elixir that the French hailed as “the Champagne of the North.”
I had Berliner Weisse back in ’91 and have loved it ever since, though it’s not my everyday brew of choice. I’ve introduced others (my brother, Kjerstin, etc.) to it with success.
Finally, I offer David Pratt’s sex and sexuality pages with an interesting section on parthenogenesis, aka “virginal reproduction.” Too bad the site as a whole is oriented toward Theosophy.
I finished with Switchblade Symphony this evening (given to me by Tom, I think) and am now on “T” — after Tippi Tikarrass (album: Miranda) I just started Taraf de Haidouks, the Romanian Roma group (album: Live at Union Chapel).
