I finally ponied up and bought stoopidnoodle.com domain.  Go here:  StoopidNoodle

I am fascinated by squirrels.  There are times when walking through loring Park that squirrels will follow me.  They will follow me longer than they do your average bear.  So, this article at NYT caught my fancy.

Not shame, but shock.  Shock that I find this interesting.  Rather it’s only a preview of a coming series, but I’m hooked.  The series will be a (week)daily post about an element.  Not all the elements, because then why buy the book?  Enough to get me hooked anyways.  I am a trout.

I cannot stop laughing at Prince’s latest comments about the future of the internet.  It’s a quick read, but the laughter will remain with you all day long.  Or, as Lionel Richie sang, all night long.

I’m not too sure what to make of this.  Very short hilarity.  If you dare!

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Heading up to the U this morning it was cold and I found myself dancing to keep warm.  This song actually came on the iPod.  During December I like to play only songs from that year and then at the end of the year I take note of the playcounts to see which songs of the year are the best.  So far, this track from Phoenix is one of the leaders.

So, this gift is appropriate: dancing, great 80’s flicks of my youth (although I was always annoyed by Duckie [Jon Cryer]) and one of the better songs, from one of the better albums, of the year.  Enjoy.

At the moment I am beset by work for the teams and also by grad school applications.  Those distractions will end shortly allowing me to return to the more important tasks: this blog.

While I am not this guy, I have been that guy.  As another aside, the urban term for this type of act, more specifically this type of drunk walking is called “noodling.”  Appropriate.

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This is the stuff that gets me out of bed in the mornings.  Orion books has recently launched a series where the classics are pared down because most people do not have the time to read the originals.  Moby Dick in one such classic.  I have never read the actual thing because it was too cumbersome, but everytime I have read – *ahem* been required to read – portions I have really enjoyed it.  Now half the book is gone, and it was excised with a sensitivty to preserving its characters, storyline and the historical setting of the storyline.

The journal Review of Contemporary Fiction has published what was taken out in a special issue (Summer 2009).  That book is cheekily called ; or the Whale.  That’s brilliant.  I was curious so I looked through it and managed to waste nearly a complete day.  I feel good about it too!

Chapter 62 of ; or the Whale is a word: “hapless”.  One word?  They cut out a single word from a whole chapter?  The remainder of the book is also really interesting.  It reads like a victim of a Burrough’s cutting.  Now I cannot help but look around my booksheleves and wonder what other gems are awaiting discovery.  The obvious text is the Bible, although I worry I might discard the whole thing, but what then to call the new text?  This is all too Glas-y.  Glas?  What might that text render?  Obviously one would have keep portions of the letter and portions of Husserl.

All in all I have found myself a new distraction.  Now if only someone could help me find a mapping website that will tell me exactly how far away from Russia’s closest point a place in Washington state is.  Or Hawaii.  Don’t ask.

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I had wanted to wait on the next cagematch because of the strange intersection between Fanboys and Watchmen.  The seminal point of Fanboys occurs towards the end when the characters, after a nationwide road trip and breaking into Skywalker Ranch, are finally able to watch Episode 1 and they ask each other, “what if the movie is no good?”  There is a sudden realization that maybe the best things are those that not only wait but never come.  Watchmen has a similar epiphany but it occurs towards the beginning of the film when The Nightowl asks the Comedian, “what happened to the American dream?”  “We got what we wanted,” is the response.  As I sat in the theater waiting for the long-anticipated movie I had to wonder, “what if the movie is no good?’

I am pleased to announce that the movie is good.  I have been scouring the reviews and they seem to echo the same sentiment that J. Hoberman has “the filmmakers are unable to transport themselves to the level of the original concept.”  That is not a bad review, it is merely a ‘I was hoping for more’ review.

The credit sequence alone made the movie worth the matinee price I paid.  In fact there are throughout the movie so many allusions I am surprised more critics do not praise the movie if for no other reason than providing the critic a vehicle to show off how much she knows, kind of like a Hemingway story.

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