Saturday, March 31, 2007

Sounds from the window

In our apartment we have a balcony that opens up to what should be
a side street, but since the next street over has become a major traffic
jam, our quiet street seems to get louder every day. Car alarms, traffic,
the rattle of trucks filled with propane bottles, it all fills the street.

Stranger still is the sound of horseshoes, since a major mode of garbage
removal is horse drawn wagons. Most garbage is picked up by modern
trucks a few times a week, but the horse drawn wagons pass every few
hours and pick up things of value like cardboard boxes, or appliances,
or an american flag that my wife tried to throw out. (I had to explain that
it's not junk no matter how fucked up looking it is, we need to burn it
during a barbeque after I rescued the flag from the trash.)

In the mornings on the weekends there is a tamale vendor that walks the
streets, "Tamales, tamales, tamales" she cries, and it's more stretched out
than the tamale vendors in the apartment where I lived in 2000, so instead
of "tamales, tamales, tamales" it's really more of a "ta-ma-les" over 5 seconds
in a high pitched voice.

There is also the sound of the bar a block away at night. I've got speakers
on the patio now so I'm tempted to try and fight their salsa with some high
volume eagles tonight. or maybe not.

Until we have actual curtains on the windows this place seems very similar
to a fishing camp I lived in back in '94-'96. Very open to the world. I can't fish
here, but I can drink beer on the porch.

Sunday, March 25, 2007


It's pretty depressing that at some point most of the blogosphere will
be nothing but dead links and dead people. As my bookmarks such
as Cathy Seip and Acidman pass away, the internet will become another
tomb of man.

As William Cullen Bryant said:

...The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man!

with a modern update:

The links and banner ads, porno and erection aids
Arguments over politics and religion,
cutting wit and sock puppets, bloggers and MSM
fill this internet, this google cache, the darkening web

Sunday, March 18, 2007

bleh. old age

I'm just waiting out the last couple of hours before I turn
40. In an optimistic way of looking at things, I've probably
got another half-life left to go. Less optimistic way of looking
at things gives me 20 - 25 effective years before I retire
to the couch full time. Since I've only got 17 years professional
work experience, I still have more ahead of me than behind
me. (not sure if that's optimistic or not, I think I'd rather retire

Who knows? maybe in 40 years aging will be conquered, and
I'll live long enough to see all the rich and famous people get
treatments that keep them young forever and I'll shake my
diet bud can at the HD hologram set as Paris reenacts her
sex tape live on CBS for the 50th anniversary of it being released
on the internet. As my palsied liver-spotted hand stabs at the
tivo button, tivo will reach into my blogspot archive and bring out
this post and I'll get the satisfaction of knowing I was right about
the future before I have to get up to get another diet bud and change
my depends.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Bush is here

We're in Bogota and George Bush arrived this morning. He's having
lunch now at Casa Narino where President Uribe lives. The airport is pretty
much shut down this afternoon and the normal opening of the streets to
pedestrians and bicycles is canceled today so we're just huddling down
in the apartment with delivery pizza. The cnn ticker occasionally flashes
that colombian police are battling protesters, but the local news isn't saying
anything about that, who knows what that means.

Lots of police sirens in the distance, I hope they are just leading the president
to safety.

From El tiempo:

La Policía Metropolitana informó que algunos alborotadores trataron de tomarse la estación de TransMilenio de la Avenida Caracas a la altura de la calle 34, zona donde fueron atacados algunos comercios y sucursales bancarias.

Los disturbios se produjeron tras un mitin de protesta por la visita, convocado por la Gran Coalición Democrática, convergencia de centrales sindicales, partidos políticos de oposición y movimientos de estudiantes y campesinos.

Unas 1.500 personas lanzaron arengas contra la visita de Bush y más de veinte banderas de Estados Unidos fueron quemadas en la plazoleta de La Macarena, en el centro de Bogotá.

[protesters tried to take the bus station, and they attacked businesses and banks the protest was led by varios commie pinkos and poor country people. 1500 people harranged the president and 20 us flags were burnt.

Bogota is laid out on a grid, from south to north, east to west, the government is near Calle 0, streets south of that increment and are called "calle # south", streets north of that increment and are just called Calles, the north south streets start at 0 up against the mountains, and increment to the west. The protests were at Septima & Calle 34, or 30 blocks north of Casa Narino and 70 blocks south of here.]

So the protests were about 70 blocks away from here, and if there were only 1500 people out of a city of 6,000,000 people, it's really not a big turnout. I don't know what they are protesting, cnn showed a grafiti of "yankee go home", and it sounds like if the democratic congress gets it's way, the US will cut aid and leave. Which is a shame since conditions are so much better here since the "plan colombia" was started by Clinton, without US help Los FARC will be back again with the support of Chavez in Venezuela.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Eat some peanut butter

I love the comic
achewood, I only
saw it last week
when lileks pointed
it out, but there are
years online with
a pull-down that lets you
choose different story
arcs. It's kind of
funny strange and
funny haha at the
same time.

This one really hit the nail on the as far as depression
goes, when a good objective for the day is to eat some
goddamn peanutbutter.