International Vote Like an American Pirate Day

Today marks the unholy combination of three things:

If I didn’t have to go to work this afternoon, I’d so be spending the day down at the Seattle Center, wandering around, taking pictures, and hoping for the three events to collide in some spectacularly silly fashion.

iTunesMalibu (Jason Nevins)” by Hole from the album Promo Mainstream Club 5-99 (1999, 6:43).

21st Century Terrorism

Way back when, just after the 9-11 attacks, when the anthrax scares were going on, I was convinced that the people behind the anthrax mailings were going about their job all wrong. Mailing envelopes of powder to major names in major cities was good for immediate headlines, but really, did any of you really worry about coming across a packet full of anthrax? I know I didn’t. As long as they were targeting Dan Rather, it was obvious that most people didn’t have anything to worry about, unless they happened to be along the route of the envelope during its travels.

No, if these terrorists really wanted to get under people’s skins, they should have chosen anywhere from one to five small, out of the way, podunk little towns in the midwest. Some little burg in the middle of Nebraska, or Idaho, or Kansas, or Oklahoma. Pick one of those, grab the local phone book, and do a mass-mailing for whatever you can come up with, and dust all the mailers with anthrax (or your weapon of choice). It’s not immediate headlines, but once people realize that an entire town (or a few towns) in the middle of nowhere has been targeted (and potentially decimated) by a bioterror attack…that’s the kind of thing that is likely to get people’s attention.

Because that would be truly random. That would have been an American analogue to the bombings in the mideast — random, unpredictable, and deadly to anyone, not just Big Names.

And for the past week, that little mental exercise has been running through my head over and over as the current E. Coli spinach scare continues on. Each day more people get sick and reported contaminations pop up in more and more places — according to CNN, we’re up to 111 people ill, one dead, and cases reported in 21 states.

When the news reports started breaking, I thought that, while unlikely, this would be the perfect sort of terrorism attack. Don’t worry about having to get your ‘sleeper cells’ set up with bombs, pilots licenses, or anything that’s already been tried. Instead, just figure out enough biology and chemistry to mix up an effective E. Coli solution, put together some simple form of distribution mechanism (heck, today’s Super Soakers can be fitted with water-filled fanny packs…it doesn’t seem terribly hard to adapt a rig like that) with a tube running along the arm, then send your agents shopping. All they have to do is shop like they normally do, only as they’re handling the produce, they’re spraying a fine mist of bacteria over everything they touch or get near.

Simple. Effective. Random. And nearly untraceable.

Obviously, I have no idea if such a thing is actually what’s happening now, and it’s probably rather unlikely. The news reports briefly mention bioterror, only to say that it’s currently not a likely source (but it hasn’t entirely been ruled out, either). Still…it’s a possibility, and one I find a lot more likely than someone mixing their shampoo and conditioner into a high explosive that gets triggered with their iPod.

Happy 60th to my dad!

Learning somersaults, me and Dad, Fairbanks, AKHappy 60th birthday to my dad!

The man responsible in large part for my sense of humor and love of the absurd, who (with lots of help from mom, I’m quite sure) put up with quite a lot of tomfoolery and immaturity as I tried to figure out this whole “growing up” thing over the years, who passed on his love of books, and many many other things — not least of which was teaching me somersaults — is entering his sixth decade.

Pretty darn cool.

Happy birthday, dad.

I love you.

iTunesRock This Town” by Stray Cats from the album Stray Cats Greatest Hits (1992, 3:27).

Keith Olbermann to Bush

I avoided saying much of anything yesterday, preferring to spend a quiet day wandering the local zoo with Prairie, rather than participating in either a maudlin celebration memorial of the 9/11 attacks or yet another caustic condemnation of the Bush regime and their conduct in the last five years. For us, it was the perfect way to spend the day: gorgeous weather that was neither too hot nor too cool, the animals were nice and active, and the zoo wasn’t very crowded at all.

Today I’ve been working on uploading the rest of the photos from the zoo, sending them up in small batches, and bouncing around the ‘net while photos upload. I checked out Apple‘s new announcements (the ‘Cover Flow‘ eyecandy in iTunes 7 is slick, and the newer, smaller iPod Shuffle is incredible), started a silly little group on Flickr called the Googly Eyes Project, and other random oddments.

While skimming over my LiveJournal Friends Page, sirriamnis led me to this ‘Special Comment’ by Keith Olbermann. It’s one of the few things I’ve found worth using YouTube‘s embed feature for — this is good. For the bandwidth challenged, the transcript is under the jump (courtesy of Crooks and Liars).

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Of Mountain Vistas and Hospital Dramas

Prairie and Deer

The trip to Mt. Rainier was wonderful. Really cloudy the first two days, to the point where we couldn’t even see the mountain, but we got to spend the days hiking and exploring some of the trails. We even had some close encounters with lots of chipmunks and Stellar Jays, a few deer, and two Hoary Marmots (the whoriest marmots in the entire park, you should have seen the brazen way they winked at us). The weather cleared up on Thursday morning, so we were able to get some views of the mountain before we had to head back up to Seattle.

Here’s all the photos from the weekend.


Over the past couple days, Xebeth‘s been going through another round of treatments. It’s been intense and rather frightening at times, but, true to form, she’s still putting up a fight — matter of fact, for this girl, merely knocking on death’s door wasn’t enough. She had to knock, push the door open, and take a look around the other side for a few minutes before finally deciding that it wasn’t quite time to step through just yet and turn back around.

Personally, I think she’s just getting a little lonely in that big ol’ hospital bed, and is determined to give the rest of us heart attacks so we can all be lined up in a row on either side of her to keep her company.

Things are improving now, thankfully. She’s got her family and close friends around her there, and as much mojo as Prairie and I can send from Seattle heading her way. Between that and the girl having a stubborn streak a mile wide, we’ll be keeping her around for as long as we can — and relishing every last little moment of it.

Camping

Two happier items:

  1. I got my financial aid! I’ve been approved for just under two grand per quarter, for a total of close to six grand for fall, winter, and spring quarters. Even better, it’s primarily grant money, with the balance being work-study — none of it is in loans! It’ll mean putting in some hours at another part-time job to make up the work-study requirements, but that’s a small price to pay for getting through this year of school loan-free.

  2. As I’ve got the next two and a half days off (it would have been three, but there’s a training session with the local Nikon representative on Thursday afternoon), Prairie and I have decided to run away to go camping at Mt. Ranier. We’ve got a small mountain of camping equipment in the living room ready to load into the car, and will be heading out tomorrow morning, to return Thursday midday sometime so I can go to the training session.

iTunesEv’rybody Wants To Be A Cat (The Aristocrats, 1970)” by English, Liz/Harris, Phil/Ravenscroft, Thurl/Scatman Crothers from the album Classic Disney Vol. 5 (1970, 2:03).

It’s Not Time To Go Yet

Pieces of an e-mail exchange…

Was wondering if you could do me a favor in your spare time (ha-ha)? … What I would like to know is — what are your views on what happens when you die? I really don’t have any firm beliefs…but I really love to hear what other people think.

My response:

The thing is…is that in many ways, I’m not sure what my views are. I know, it sounds like a cop-out, but it’s not (or, at least, it’s not meant to be). Having grown up in a very (if somewhat unconventional and non-sterotypical) Christian household, I suppose I should believe in some form of afterlife, be it Heaven, Hell, or some other nebulous non-corporeal nirvana — and, to a certain extent, I suppose I do (or at least want to, which isn’t at all the same thing). However, for whatever reason, unquestioning faith has never been one of my strong suits, and as there’s not exactly much in the way of evidence of anything post-mortem, there’s a large part of me that’s quite firmly convinced that this is all there is, and once it’s over, it’s over.

Hence, death tends to scare me. Or, rather, not so much death in general, or as a concept, or even when it relates to other people — but my death. I may not always have the greatest life in the world (while it’s been pretty good of late, I’ve certainly had my fair share of down times as well, along with everyone else), but the concept of not existing anymore, not being able to experience the highs as well as the lows, not being able to meet new and old friends, watch the world go by, capture pieces of it in pictures, find new songs to play over and over, and having everything I know of as me simply disappear…it gives me the willies. A little silly, I know (if nothing else, by definition, I wouldn’t be around to experience not being around, so obsessing and worrying over it doesn’t make much sense), but that’s where my brain gets stuck. I want to believe in something more than simply popping in and out of existence, but my stupid cynical brain can’t quite wrap itself around that. So I end up being not really in either one camp or the other, and instead just hoping that by the time I get close to dying myself, I’ll either have come to grips with one or the other, or that I’ll just be so blissfully senile that it won’t matter.

Cheery, huh?

On the bright side, it does explain — to a certain extent — why there’s no way that I could ever be suicidal, no matter how rough things get or how depressed I get. Firstly, there’s always something else coming along that’s usually going to be better than any rough patches I’m dealing with; secondly, there’s so much in the world I haven’t been able to see or experience yet, and I don’t want to miss out on that if I can help it; and thirdly, death is just to absolutely freaky for me to go there voluntarily.

So I don’t know. I kind of wish I could just go one way or the other, but I haven’t managed to do it yet. Most of the time I try not to think about it too much if I can avoid it. As with many things in life that I find unpleasant, I take the Scarlett O’Hara approach to managing unpleasant subjects. I’ll deal with them tomorrow.

Okay, not the best way to go. But…(shrug)…it’s where I am.

Anyone else?

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Dance Off 2006

On something of a whim, thanks to having an evening when I wasn’t working and nothing was planned, Prairie and I decided to head down to an event I’d just stumbled across earlier in the day: Dance Off 2006.

Dance Off is an annual competition held in the Seattle area for people who want to prove that they have the heart and soul of a dancer, even though they do not have the training of a dancer.

When we made it downtown and started wandering down Post Alley we were a little concerned that we wouldn’t be able to make it in, as the line just kept going, and going, and going…

Lining Up

…however, we figured it was worth taking a chance and grabbed a spot at the end of the line. I wandered off to snap a few shots, and suddenly saw Prairie heading towards me to tell me that I’d just missed my chance to get a ticket! There’d been someone working their way down the line handing them out, but since I wasn’t in line…oops. Ack! Mere moments later, though, I spotted the girl who’d been passing out tickets, and she spotted me. “You! You were taking pictures!” she said, and handed me a ticket. Once again, all was good with the world.

This Is Your Dance Off Ticket

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Conversation

Conversation

90’s rock group Soul Asylum gave a free show at the Pike Place market on Thursday morning, and Prairie and I headed down to see them. While we were waiting for the show to start I took a few random people shots around the gathering crowd. This shot is by far my favorite of the morning (the rest are here).

iTunesComfortably Numb (ATOC Extended Edit)” by Scissor Sisters from the album Comfortably Numb, Pts. 1 & 2 – Single (2003, 5:39).

Queueing Up…

For the past few months, Prairie and I have been the kind of customers that Netflix must pray for. We’ve been busy, and we were getting movies from a queue I put together a long time ago, when I was living on my own and therefore choosing films that I was interested in, not films that we were interested in (and while there’s some overlap, there’s also a lot of disconnect between the two). So, we’d ended up getting movies that we just weren’t interested in, and they’d just sit here in the hopes that some night, they’d sound right.

Of course, the longer they sit, the less of a good deal that $20 a month is.

So, on the verge of just canceling the Netflix account, we decided we’d take a little time to brainstorm a bit and put together a queue that we’d be more likely to enjoy going through. I completely nuked the queue I had built up, we found three basic ideas to start from, and got a new queue set up. We’re pretty sure that the result will carry us through for the next few months rather easily.

Of course, the final result might provoke a few laughs, or at least raised eyebrows. But it’s one that works for us.

iTunesOpening Night” by Bryn Dowling, Meg Gillentine, Ensemble from the album The Producers (Movie) (2005, 1:46).