i shouldn’t have even started posting about the baby, man. i can’t handle this waiting.
last night, went for a brilliantly refreshing ride out at shawnee mission park. i hadn’t been out to ride for a couple weeks because of the mad heat. thought about going this weekend but we did some work on the bathroom instead: installed a marble threshhold and repaired a big hole in the wall in which was recessed the old medicine vault. the old owner of the home came by sat afternoon to tell us two cool things of note: 1 – where the old medicine vault was used to be a window in a cedar closet. so the upstairs bathroom was about 1/2 the size it is now. 2 – the basement fireplace works! we just need to clean ‘er out. i thought for sure he told us when we bought it that neither could burn wood (the upstairs is a gas log).
we watched a movie over the weekend called the atomic cafe. very interesting to listen/watch to cold war language operate in comparison to ‘war on terror’ language. i think people just like to declare wars on things: terror, communism, drugs, poverty, cancer. i think we like the feeling that we’re fighting something, but it seems that what we’re (people, not America) warring against always is ourselves. terror is an idea. communism is a philosophy. cancer cells are our own wack-job cells. the war on drugs is a war on poor people. you may be saying to yourself, “dude, you’re a puss. we need to wipe out that shit.” not so fast, my war-happy wunderkind. you’re operating under the assumption that all wars can be won. i don’t think they can. i’m rambling. check out the flick though – it’s a chronologically-ordered collection of archival footage from the 40s and 50s that follows the bombing of nagasaki and the subsequent dialectic of atomic fascination and radiation paranoia that results in the popular conscious.
somehow related: foreign policy magazine dispels some rumors regarding al jazeera.
motorola has sold over 50 million razrs. where the hell do all those phones go when they die?
have a good tuesday. i hope you haven’t forgotten how sadly epic and rockin’ is weezer’s pinkerton.