I updated the hockey section with the new schedule and the stats from the first 3 games.

I just added another poem to Adrienne's Stupid Poetry page. Check it out. Short but sweet.

I got this note from Jim this morning that just killed me: from my boss, John, who had a nice job in Cleveland that allowed him to own a huge mansion there. Now he lives in a regular-sized house, because this is California and prices are outrageous. "I used to wonder 'what am I going to do with my brain while I walk from the garage to my bedroom?'"

Whoa...Monrovia just got hit by rolling blackouts...damn

Now this is a cool site. recreation.gov Perfect for those of us in Southern California who are feeling summer right now.

Uh...I found this while thinking about surnames for one of Dirk's EQ characters. It's a web site dedicated to the Klingon language. It's like looking at a car crash....

Ed forwarded this link. I think the name is self explanatory: Park Wars

Okay so the other day at work I got hit with a flying pickle...the pickle was launched by a woman who went on to hit someone in the face with a stuffed bunny and bite another co-worker. Hmmm...how many people do you know that have been hit by airborne pickles. Well, you know one.... It's such a rare and delightful thing when the absurd condition is so lovingly revealed...

Happy monday everyone 8-P. If your like me and are feeling depressed over the current attacks on the separation of church and state. Check the website for Americans United for Separation of Church and State.

Got bunch of new things today: i got the stupid poetry section working. if you noticed my sophmoric attempts...well those are there..but adrienne finally coughed up a piece of hers. now i'm not into self deception (much) and i know i stink, but adrienne is the real thing. also put some more pictures up of conrad "the cutest kid in the universe" i only had one picture of jim from his birthday. so that's what ya get on that one. ...and we had a friend, susan, move back east. adrienne sent her a disposable camera to take some pictures. i put a couple of them up. SERIOUS snow...

Joe forwarded the link to the election results in Monrovia. You'll find it here.

I'm tired and not particularly inspired or motivated, but I promised myself: 1 Haiku a day for the the work days. Now I was rather harshly reprimanded for not following the 5-7-5 rule by a Texan friend. (They are in power now, after all) So todays uninspired piece fits within the rules: tired vision blurs the mysteries of logic remain uncertain

Okay this is my first attempt at haiku since 4 th grade. I remember there being more rules...but reading through the link below it doesn't to be the case. Or I'm missing it and i'm sure some kind soul will let me know: flicker of light from a beige plastic box forgotten clouds

I can remember doing haiku poetry in grade school. Seemed like kid stuff at the time. It doesn't much any more. Especially after I read this rather exhaustive link on types of haiku. Read on if you are inclined...

I ran across this statement today in an interview with William Gibson. I thought it was interesting enough to pass along. Oh I found it at the Cyberpunkproject web site: LM: The breakdown of distinctions- between pop culture and "serious" culture, different genres, different art forms- seems to have had a liberating effect on writers of your generation. WG: The idea that all this stuff is potentially grist for your mill has been very liberating. This process of cultural mongrelization seems to be what postmodernism is all about. The result is a generation of people (some of whom are artists) whose tastes are wildly eclectic- people who are hip to punk music and Mozart, who rent these terrible horror and SF videos from the 7-11 one night and then invite you to a mud wrestling match or a poetry reading the next. If you're a writer, the trick is to keep your eyes and ears open well enough to let all this in but also, somehow, to recognize intuitively what you should let emerge in your work, how effective something might be in a specific context. I know I don't have a sense of writing as being divided up into different compartments, and I don't separate literature from the other arts. Fiction, television, music, film- all provide material in the form of images and phrases and codes that creep into my writing in ways both deliberate and unconscious.

whoa...this kind of gave me the chills. I went to this website and downloaded the plug-in. It fits in with the AI/Avatar discussion. Another thing I saw on the ARS site.

Joe saw the link to the intelligent agents and forwarded this link to some somewhat similiar work IBM is doing.