Okay, so I left here a while ago to go to Typepad. I recently decided to leave my Typepad blog, since I was no longer willing to pay. Unfortunately, I did a stupid thing, and cancelled my Typepad account before pretty much anyone could have had a chance to see my post alerting to the change.
Anyway, I've got the Typepad blog up for free at Wordpress, for now. I may end up staying there, or I may end up coming back here. I'm just posting this here now in case anyone stumbles across it wondering what happened to the old blog.
I know, I know. Fat chance. But you never know.
The new blog can be found here.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Changes 'Round Here
Okay, so I've made a big decision. I've been thinking of doing this for a while, but since I just had my one year anniversary and all that, I've now decided to take the plunge. I will be moving my blog over to Typepad.
So go visit my new site, and update links. This blog will remain of course, since I have all my old wonderful posts here.
So go visit my new site, and update links. This blog will remain of course, since I have all my old wonderful posts here.
Hamilton
This is a picture of Alexander Hamilton from the Revolutionary War. I'm planning on going to see the Hamilton exhibit at the New York Historical Society when I get back from my break. So I thought I'd post a picture for inspiration.
UPDATE: Well, the problems continue with IE. Now, I cannot get the photo to load using Internet Explorer. I apologize for all of the problems. It is at times like this that I wish I were more computer competent. Oh well.
Randomness
Okay, so I finished paper #1, which was a good thing since it was due yesterday. It was pretty bad, but the rest of them are probably going to be worse, so I'll spare you all the comments about it being the worst thing I've ever written, since it will not hold that title for very long.
This morning sucked. It was raining a little, though by the time I left it was barely drizzling. Then again, by the time I left it wasn't morning anymore, so I guess accuracy isn't what I'm going for. Anyway, I don't mind the rain so much, only it wasn't raining enough to warrant the use of the umbrella. But I had it in my hands anyway. But still, I hate those big, fat raindrops that fall right on your forehead with a big plunk. I got a couple of those on my walk to the train.
Then, there was some man staring at me on the train. But he didn't follow me, so I guess I shouldn't think too much of it.
When I got off the train in Queens, it was strange because the sun was out. The rain glistened on the sidewalk. That's what I like about the rain, it makes things look clean. So I squinted into the sun as the bus took off down Queens Blvd. Then, when it turned, I saw all the clouds. I guess I was right on the line of clouds that were moving east. It was kind of cool.
But then, the suckiness returned as, of course, my superfluous umbrella was still in my hands and I left it on the bus. I realized it the second I stepped off, only it was too late. I hope it doesn't start raining again. I really do have trouble holding onto umbrellas, but I'd had this one for a while, and a friend of mine gave it to me, so I feel bad that I lost it. It was almost as depressing as when I lost the really nice one my father bought for me for Christmas. Now, I have to go out and buy a new one. Again.
Oh well. At least it will give me something to do while I have to hang out in Queens waiting to meet up with someone so I can give them a book that belongs to them. Because we all know I'd rather shop for an umbrella than work on paper #2.
This morning sucked. It was raining a little, though by the time I left it was barely drizzling. Then again, by the time I left it wasn't morning anymore, so I guess accuracy isn't what I'm going for. Anyway, I don't mind the rain so much, only it wasn't raining enough to warrant the use of the umbrella. But I had it in my hands anyway. But still, I hate those big, fat raindrops that fall right on your forehead with a big plunk. I got a couple of those on my walk to the train.
Then, there was some man staring at me on the train. But he didn't follow me, so I guess I shouldn't think too much of it.
When I got off the train in Queens, it was strange because the sun was out. The rain glistened on the sidewalk. That's what I like about the rain, it makes things look clean. So I squinted into the sun as the bus took off down Queens Blvd. Then, when it turned, I saw all the clouds. I guess I was right on the line of clouds that were moving east. It was kind of cool.
But then, the suckiness returned as, of course, my superfluous umbrella was still in my hands and I left it on the bus. I realized it the second I stepped off, only it was too late. I hope it doesn't start raining again. I really do have trouble holding onto umbrellas, but I'd had this one for a while, and a friend of mine gave it to me, so I feel bad that I lost it. It was almost as depressing as when I lost the really nice one my father bought for me for Christmas. Now, I have to go out and buy a new one. Again.
Oh well. At least it will give me something to do while I have to hang out in Queens waiting to meet up with someone so I can give them a book that belongs to them. Because we all know I'd rather shop for an umbrella than work on paper #2.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Yet Another Quiz
Yes, it's that time again. You know you love it.
You are a Dubliner.
What's your Inner European?
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Link to quiz via Drew Snyder.
You are a Dubliner.
What's your Inner European?
brought to you by Quizilla
Link to quiz via Drew Snyder.
A Question for Those Using IE
I have been using the Mozilla Firefox browser for a while now, but just now I happened to be using Internet Explorer, and I notice that on my blog page the sidebar was missing. I am wondering if this is just an anomaly on my computer (there are many of those, trust me), or if others are experiencing a similar problem. If so, does anyone know how I can fix it? It never used to happen before...
Paper Count
Three papers to write, all 20 pages. Here's my progress thus far:
Paper #1: 19 pages.
Paper #2: 2 pages.
Paper #3: 0 pages.
Thanks for tuning in. If you're wondering where I am, hopefully the above list helps clarify matters a bit.
Paper #1: 19 pages.
Paper #2: 2 pages.
Paper #3: 0 pages.
Thanks for tuning in. If you're wondering where I am, hopefully the above list helps clarify matters a bit.
Sticking Together
Well, Dan Rather has just received support from...Bill O'Reilly, in today's Daily News.
This might seem strange, but is it really? Just goes to show that those in the media - or really, anywhere else - will stick together, because one day they will be in the same boat. He starts of by saying this:
The ordeal of Dan Rather goes far beyond the man himself. It speaks to the presumption of guilt that now rules the day in America.
And it doesn't get any better. First of all, the media is the problem when it comes to "presumption of guilt." O'Reilly is guilty of this just as much as the next guy. He's always berating defense attorneys on his show for basically doing their jobs. So what happened to the presumption of innocence, Bill? Don't think it's as important when it comes to criminal law. It may be bad to be shamed in the court of public opinion (then again, you'd know that better than I would, Bill) but at least you still have your life and your freedom when all is said and done.
He makes a good point: maybe Dan Rather didn't know that the documents were forged. But then O'Reilly makes excuses for Dan:
It may be true that Rather did not vet the information supplied to him by producers, but few anchor people do. They are dependent on other journalists, and this is a huge flaw in the system.
Well, hasn't everyone been aware of this flaw for a while? And wouldn't you, Bill, if you were going to put your name on something, want to make sure that it was done just right? I mean, no one out there in America gives two hoots about Dan's producers. No one even knew their names before they did something wrong. But everyone knows Dan Rather. So of course it's going to hit him more. He's one of the public faces at CBS News; in fact, he's the most public face.
The undertone to all of this is, of course, O'Reilly's own troubles of late. You can hear it when he says this:
But you'll be seeing more of this kind of thing in the future. All famous and successful Americans are now targets. Unscrupulous people know that any accusation can be dumped on the Internet and within hours the mainstream media will pick it up. It will be printed in the papers, discussed on radio and TV and become part of the unfortunate person's résumé whether he or she is guilty or not. A click of the Internet mouse can wipe out a lifetime of honor and hard work. Just the accusation or allegation can be ruinous.
Could it be any clearer? Only there's one problem with this: O'Reilly does this exact same thing on his show quite often. Two words for you Bill: George Clooney. You villified him for months after September 11, and all because he wouldn't come on your show and defend himself to you. Never mind the fact that he did defend himself elsewhere, and that others did come on your show to defend their actions with the charities. Still, you pushed on and on. And for waaay too long.
You're part of the problem, Bill. Not the solution. Unless you plan on turning over a new leaf...But I won't be holding my breath.
This might seem strange, but is it really? Just goes to show that those in the media - or really, anywhere else - will stick together, because one day they will be in the same boat. He starts of by saying this:
The ordeal of Dan Rather goes far beyond the man himself. It speaks to the presumption of guilt that now rules the day in America.
And it doesn't get any better. First of all, the media is the problem when it comes to "presumption of guilt." O'Reilly is guilty of this just as much as the next guy. He's always berating defense attorneys on his show for basically doing their jobs. So what happened to the presumption of innocence, Bill? Don't think it's as important when it comes to criminal law. It may be bad to be shamed in the court of public opinion (then again, you'd know that better than I would, Bill) but at least you still have your life and your freedom when all is said and done.
He makes a good point: maybe Dan Rather didn't know that the documents were forged. But then O'Reilly makes excuses for Dan:
It may be true that Rather did not vet the information supplied to him by producers, but few anchor people do. They are dependent on other journalists, and this is a huge flaw in the system.
Well, hasn't everyone been aware of this flaw for a while? And wouldn't you, Bill, if you were going to put your name on something, want to make sure that it was done just right? I mean, no one out there in America gives two hoots about Dan's producers. No one even knew their names before they did something wrong. But everyone knows Dan Rather. So of course it's going to hit him more. He's one of the public faces at CBS News; in fact, he's the most public face.
The undertone to all of this is, of course, O'Reilly's own troubles of late. You can hear it when he says this:
But you'll be seeing more of this kind of thing in the future. All famous and successful Americans are now targets. Unscrupulous people know that any accusation can be dumped on the Internet and within hours the mainstream media will pick it up. It will be printed in the papers, discussed on radio and TV and become part of the unfortunate person's résumé whether he or she is guilty or not. A click of the Internet mouse can wipe out a lifetime of honor and hard work. Just the accusation or allegation can be ruinous.
Could it be any clearer? Only there's one problem with this: O'Reilly does this exact same thing on his show quite often. Two words for you Bill: George Clooney. You villified him for months after September 11, and all because he wouldn't come on your show and defend himself to you. Never mind the fact that he did defend himself elsewhere, and that others did come on your show to defend their actions with the charities. Still, you pushed on and on. And for waaay too long.
You're part of the problem, Bill. Not the solution. Unless you plan on turning over a new leaf...But I won't be holding my breath.
Sunday, November 28, 2004
The Mystery of Hugh
Part of the reason I am here is to tackle life's mysteries. So I think you'll appreciate it when I say: What is it about Hugh Grant that makes him so funny?
Seriously, I've been thinking about it since last night, and I just cannot come to a conclusion. I know he's funny, because he always makes me laugh. Yet, I cannot say what it is that makes him more funny than, say, Jim Carrey.
But he is. Waaay funnier.
See, I happened to catch part of Mickey Blue Eyes last night. And while the movie was pretty bad, or at least not good, still, Hugh had me laughing. And laughing. And laughing. He's hilarious.
I don't get it. I like it. But I don't get it.
Seriously, I've been thinking about it since last night, and I just cannot come to a conclusion. I know he's funny, because he always makes me laugh. Yet, I cannot say what it is that makes him more funny than, say, Jim Carrey.
But he is. Waaay funnier.
See, I happened to catch part of Mickey Blue Eyes last night. And while the movie was pretty bad, or at least not good, still, Hugh had me laughing. And laughing. And laughing. He's hilarious.
I don't get it. I like it. But I don't get it.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Not Everyone Loves Christmas
...at least not as much as I do.
Yesterday, in my first guest blog ever, I posted about my feelings on the Christmas season on John Shanks' blog. Today, Andrew Sullivan offers a dissenting view, though not directly to me of course, because, well, that would just be scary.
We can agree on one thing. I have never been a fan of the day after Thanksgiving mad dash to spend money. I like spending money. And I like buying people presents, not because I find meaning in it (because Andrew seems to pshaw this notion) but because it makes me feel good to see the joy on someone else's face when you are able to give them something they want that they never would have bought for themselves or are able to surprise them with that perfect and unexpected give. I even like frugality - in fact, some might call me cheap. But the craziness of that shopping day really turns me off. Plus I hate the whole shopping experience. I'm much more like a man in that regard - I like to get in and get out, stopping only where I need to and getting only what I absolutely need.
But I still love Christmas. Even if it means I'm a sappy, hokey sentimentalist, and even if it means I don't get to be as cool as Andrew Sullivan. Because, well, really, was I ever?
Yesterday, in my first guest blog ever, I posted about my feelings on the Christmas season on John Shanks' blog. Today, Andrew Sullivan offers a dissenting view, though not directly to me of course, because, well, that would just be scary.
We can agree on one thing. I have never been a fan of the day after Thanksgiving mad dash to spend money. I like spending money. And I like buying people presents, not because I find meaning in it (because Andrew seems to pshaw this notion) but because it makes me feel good to see the joy on someone else's face when you are able to give them something they want that they never would have bought for themselves or are able to surprise them with that perfect and unexpected give. I even like frugality - in fact, some might call me cheap. But the craziness of that shopping day really turns me off. Plus I hate the whole shopping experience. I'm much more like a man in that regard - I like to get in and get out, stopping only where I need to and getting only what I absolutely need.
But I still love Christmas. Even if it means I'm a sappy, hokey sentimentalist, and even if it means I don't get to be as cool as Andrew Sullivan. Because, well, really, was I ever?
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