Everybody Move Your Feet and Feel United (Whoa Oh Oh)

Do you remember "The Adventures of Pete and Pete"? It was the greatest show ever on Nickelodeon; they had Steve Buscemi, they had Iggy Pop, they had a weird neighborhood superhero named Artie, they had a guerilla storytelling sensibility. They had Luscious Jackson and Poi Dog Pondering; they had The Magnetic Fields before you ever heard of them. (See!) Go here to read a recent article about the show from Filter magazine. The show's out on DVD now. Maybe when that book money comes . . .

Evidence of my growing fame: in the second photo down on this page you can see the back of my bald head. Right next to the back of Gavin's head. I'm so overexposed!

I find myself needing to learn about salt mining. Anyone ever been to, say, Khewra in Pakistan, or Wieliczka in Poland, or Salzkammergut in Austria? What about Sl?nic, Romania? Avery Island? Help. (Also, once you're done with that you can tell me all about royal hunting parties.)

Today's Discussion Question: Was Robin Hood a pirate? Assuming, y'know, that he was on water or something. Please write legibly.

Farewell to the ReSmuglican Majority

That's really all I have to say.

Well, OK, one more thing: in watching the coverage on MSNBC, I was impressed with Rahm Emanuel. He came off better than Howard Dean, I thought.

Hello, hope. Been a while, at least in this context.

Yay!

Post-WFC/Election Day Edition

Warren Ellis sums up voting. It does kind of feel like that sometimes, doesn't it? Even so. Go do it. And keep an eye out. If the electronic polling thingy laughs maniacally after you exit the booth, tell someone.

This weekend was WFC, and I am not yet recovered. A few years back I spent a couple of summer weeks in Bergen, Norway, when the sun only went down for a few hours a night. I was chock full of solar energy and I didn't see much need to sleep. Cons are like that, down to the coming home and falling into an OMG-I-can't-believe-I-haven't-SLEPT coma. What that means, see, is that y'all are the sun.

I met new people, got to know others better, and got some quality time with "old" friends. (It's bizarre to me that I've known most of these people for three years or less.) If you were there, I miss you already; if you weren't, I miss you still.

There are many names I could mention, and if I were a better person I would, but one individual had, without any doubt, the largest impact on my weekend. I'm speaking, of course, of the angry goose who chased me around the pond behind the hotel on Thursday morning. Well played, Sir. Until we meet again!

I have pictures, but I haven't uploaded them yet. I got my hands on a whole mess o' books (I brought the big suitcase this time), including Polyphony 6 (which contains my slacker-who-talks-to-dead-presidents story "Manifest Destiny") and Flytrap 6 (which contains my rock-star-terrified-of-success-gets-some-homemade-rehab story "Grandma Charlie and the Wolves"). Check them out.

Now I am back at the office. Lame!