party on, neo con

Some things are uncontrollably funny. Like the most sullen dude ever wearing a variety of different scarves.

"uugh. Fall. Scarves." He says.

Week. Saw famous author/activist speak about her bestseller. You know, the one about economics and catastrophe? This blog does no free press! She was more articulate than expected, the crowd was older than I thought they would be. It's hard to articulate without a lot of referencing/effort why none of her ideas are novel but the delivery is good enough to trump lack of ingenuity. So let's just analogize: like watching Tina Fey make jokes about Sarah Palin.

My laptop power cord is kaput due to the punk show yogurting of 2008 (obviously). This means reading more actual books, which is turning out well and somehow restoring my attention span. Technologically driven ADHD? Maybe so.

This week I had to explain to one of our assistants what "getting jacked" means. It took an inordinate amount of time to figure out the origin of the word is hijacked. I have major street cred at my button down job.

This weekend I'm going to hang out with the cops again. After twenty something years of strong distrust of law enforcement(and in fact more than once fleeing from them), it seems anyone can change.