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March 18, 2003

I'd love to talk about the war

but I got into an argument at work over it, so I'm not going to comment on it. I just hope they hold off on the bombing until AFTER I get on a bus that takes me away from UDub. Even with finals on, I don't want to be anywhere near Red Square when the balloon goes up.

Posted by dylan at 11:37 PM

March 16, 2003

Sunday dinner

I roasted a chicken; turned out great. Stuffed the gullet with a wad of rosemary and thyme, gave the bird a rubdown of olive oil, salt, pepper, and sage, then shoved the probe of the wireless thermometer (second pic down on left) into the breast and baked at 325 til the bird reached salmonella-killing temperature (180F). Crispy skin, juicy meat. Yum.

Also roasted parsnips, carrots, and garlic, although did that in aluminum foil on the bottom rack.

The wireless thermometer seemed like an unnecessary luxury when I bought it, and I guess it still is, but the nice thing is that I don't have to be in the kitchen for two hours monitoring the progress of cooking meat. Thus, I could watch the Selection Show today and see my Buffs given an opportunity to Dance.

Posted by dylan at 05:38 PM

March 14, 2003

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Buffs win -- in hilarious fashion.

Colorado is looking at its second NCAA appearance in my lifetime. Who knew?

Posted by dylan at 07:37 PM

March 12, 2003

Netscape 4 users

You can't access the links, so get a better browser.

Posted by dylan at 11:42 PM

Songbook

I picked up Songbook (aka 31 Songs) by Nick Hornby. It's a sting of short essays about, well, I think it's him telling us what's on his mix tape. It's a bit disjointed in spots, but when he's on, he's Hornby:

This (the excessive use of current pop music as background in TV commercials and Starbucks) may partly explain the teenage fondness for the profanities and anti-social attitudes of hip-hop: neither Starbucks nor the Body Shop nor the Hotel Minimalist wish to assault their valued customers with obscene raps about Uzis and pussy set to beats that attempt to remove part of your skull, thus allowing contemporary youth to bond with their favourite artists in private.
The disjointed nature (almost rambling) of the pieces make it a hard book to review (someone else had the same problem) and my personal opinion of some of the artists colors how I read the essays (notably, I got a little peeved when Ani DiFranco gets pretty much three whole pages while Aimee Mann gets a couple of sentences). I'd say check it out from the library, find all the songs on CD, then, to para those old kids books, "read along in the book as you listen to the music."

I have a list of ten songs that influenced me; I'll put them up over the next week.

Posted by dylan at 11:37 PM

March 10, 2003

Redesign!

Three hours of actual work this time. Colormatch was very helpful.

Since the comment thing is working again, I'd appreciate your criticism/adulation.

Posted by dylan at 12:48 AM

March 04, 2003

Grr. Arrgh.

I don't post from work often, but this little incident just makes me so proud to be a citizen of the state of Washington.

"It's an issue of patriotism," Rep. Lois McMahan, a conservative Republican from Gig Harbor, said of her decision to stand in the back of the room. "The Islamic religion is so . . . part and parcel with the attack on America. I just didn't want to be there, be a part of that," she said. "Even though the mainstream Islamic religion doesn't profess to hate America, nonetheless it spawns the groups that hate America."

Too bad she's not in my Legislative district. I would enjoy voting her out of office in 2004.

Posted by dylan at 12:35 PM

March 01, 2003

Almost the end of the day, but

Happy St. David's Day. It's the Welsh St. Patricks Day, only without the drunken debauchery and the massive alcohol-fueled global celebration. The US is starting to get into it, though -- March 1 is now a state holiday in Pennsylvania (which has the largest Welsh population outside of Wales) and the Empire State building was lit up in red and green. In a couple of generations, who knows? Male choirs, leeks and rarebit, and drunken debauchery all over America!

Posted by dylan at 11:38 PM