Archive for October, 2004

Why indeed.

Thursday, October 28th, 2004

Well, it’s down to the final days and Sammy and I seem to turn away from political coverage in general…it’s all a bit much. So let’s vote already, and see where it goes.
I do wonder why, sometimes…simply…why.
So does Dan Wood, software developer and ponderer.

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Arched eyebrows.

Thursday, October 21st, 2004

Hello from St. Louis, where Sammy is conferring with muchos archaeologists at a downtown Marriott, literally across the street from Busch Stadium, the home of tonight’s final NLCS playoff game. The big ol’ arch is a block away. Me, I’m checking in to our Holiday Inn Express a mile away, where I find two traveling [...]

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Why this election matters, part XCMXV.

Sunday, October 17th, 2004

ATLANTA, Georgia (AP) — Fears of a terrorist attack are not sufficient reason for authorities to search people at a protest, a federal appeals court has ruled, saying September 11, 2001, “cannot be the day liberty perished.”
A three-judge panel of the 11th Circuit Court of Appeals ruled unanimously Friday that protesters may not be required [...]

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Contrail to popular belief.

Sunday, October 17th, 2004

When we go way out in the country…either up to the North Georgia mountains or way, way north to Upper Michigan, the shore of Lake Superior, one part of civilization that tends to intrude on the pristine wilderness are these white streaks across the sky, the distant signs of people being carried in aluminum tubes [...]

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In the form of a question.

Thursday, October 14th, 2004

Well, I’m excited…my sister is now “in the pool” to appear on Jeopardy, a year after my brother’s appearance. She’s written a great sum-up of her Culver City experience (Californians get to go to the mother ship to take the test).
[and an update: they called her the next day, so she'll be heading up from [...]

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Comforts of Hudson Drive.

Sunday, October 10th, 2004

Home again, we are. Familiar environs, the comforts of knowing exactly where to reach for a certain fork or a certain glass…knowing how hard to swing the back door so it snaps shut.
The back yard has a fine coating of leaves and twigs, a lot of the debris from the storm we didn’t sit through—hurricane [...]

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Fort-ified.

Wednesday, October 6th, 2004

It’s a quarter till midnight…wait, it’s a quarter till one…wait..it’s…I’m just confused about what time it is, which must mean one of several things…I’m exhausted in the wake of the Edwards-Cheney debate…I’m loaded down with fine Mexican food, and, oh yeah, I’m in Fort Wayne!
Yep, Sam and I are on the “return” portion of our [...]

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