Saturday, May 1, 2004
Sunday, May 2, 2004
It is incomprehensible to me. Last month there were over 15,400 hits on this web site from readers/viewers in 39 countries and not a single one of them deemed it appropriate to leave a comment. April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of that dead land. . .*
Quote of the Day: "Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts." -- Albert Einstein
Yesterday was a disappointment. It was such a dull, uninteresting, unproductive day, filled with ennui, pain, indecision, and lethargy. Today looks the same. So much for the weather report. Now for the news. . .
Packing is progressing as much as is possible without additional boxes. Still no place to move to, but fall-back plans increase. In Sports, Smarty Jones won the Kentucky Derby, Detroit and Colorado are on the verge of being eliminated from the Stanley Cup playoffs, Montreal has already fallen.
* T. S. Eliot, from "The Wasteland."
The above quote from "The Wasteland" is such a thoughtful and poignant one. The poem itself is a true masterwork of the English language. Eliot was one of the first of the academic poets. He was also one of the best. The academicization (did I just coin a word?) of poetry has been to its detriment, I believe. Since Eliot few poets from academia have been worthy of the title.
I am going to create, as an appendage of my Potpourri page, a series of pages devoted to some of my favorite poems, "The Wasteland" and Coleridge's "Kubla Khan" probably being the first of the lot. Stay tuned.
Monday, May 3, 2004
Got some packing done today. Sean brought me a whole bunch of boxes. My studio is in complete disarray and the living room is beginning to resemble a warehouse. No, I didn't say "whorehouse." That's only in some of my more taudry dreams.
Quote of the Day: "As far as I'm concerned, I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue." -- Albert Einstein
Albert Einstein plays a small part in the book I'm reading about John Nash. He was in residence at the Institute for Advanced Study while Nash was in graduate school at Princeton. It seems the two of them had some interaction, initiated by Nash. What it culminated in was Einstein telling Nash he should study some more physics before offering advice on refining the theories of relativity.
Math was never my strong point. Come to think of it, I'm not sure what my strong point is. Do I have one?
Tuesday, May 4, 2004
Some days I feel smart. This isn't one of them. Today I feel positively dull-witted.
Quote of the Day: "When I fed the poor, they called me a saint. When I asked why are they poor, they called me a communist." -- Dom Helder Camara, Brazilian archbishop Propaganda and the Public Mind
No, I didn't run out of Einstein quotes. I just felt that I needed to give others some space. I'll still intersperse quips from the maestro among the others, but I've quit on my Einstein jag for the moment.
Wednesday, May 5, 2004
This year's election scares me. I don't think I can survive four more years of Bush/Cheney/Rumsfeld/Ashcroft/et. al. If I win the Powerball jackpot tonight or at any time in the near future, speaking French fulltime may be in my immediate future.
Quote of the Day: "The art of power and its minions is the same in all countries and in all ages. It marks its victim; denounces it; and excites the public odium and the public hatred, to conceal its own abuses and encroachments." -- Henry Clay, US Senator 1834
An anniversary passed without notice or commentary: the seventy anniversary of the day I quit smoking. I think I've done well. I've not had a single cigarette since March 11, 1997. I've done this well in spite of several family members, including my wife, who smoke and occasionally working in a bar where smoke from cigarettes and other implements of ignition is abundant. [the sound you hear is me patting myself on the back]
Friday, May 7, 2004
We found a house we can live with. I'm not crazy about being way out around a hillside, but it's doable. Now if our application just passes muster. . .
You've heard part of today's quote, I'm sure. Here's the whole of it, from Self Reliance:
Quote of the Day: "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. — 'Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.' — Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. "
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
It's hot today. I'm so weary of packing. It'll take at least a couple months after we move before we get things unpacked and situated and comfortable with our new surroundings. I really don't want to move. I love this old house. Damn being poor and without resources!
Sunday, May 9, 2004
Happy day to all you Mothers!
It looks like we'll be living on Temple Street. It's on the odd-numbered side of the street again. . . What's up with that? Since I've lived in Charleston, I've lived on the even-numbered side of the street twice, and one of those was 1586-1/2. The other was 500. We've lived at 1019, 1407, 1, and 1589 so far. I still don't look forward to moving, lock, stock, and barrel clear across town. We live on what should by all rights be the 1700 block east. The new place will be 1700 west plus five blocks north. It's pretty much out in the boonies but still in a fairly heavy-populated part of the city. It's a dead end street with a turnaround at the end. Pretty much one lane with cars parked tightly all along both sides. The house itself is about this color:
It has carpet throughout, even where I really wish there wasn't any. Floor furnace, casement windows, so my air conditioners won't fit. I'm not exactly thrilled, but at least we won't be here.
Quote of the Day: "We honor ambition, we reward greed, we celebrate materialism, we worship acquisitiveness, we commercialize art, we cherish success and then we bark at the young about the gentle arts of the spirit. The kids know that if we really valued learning, we would pay our teachers what we pay our lawyers and stockbrokers. If we valued art, we would not measure it by the capacity to produce profits. If we regarded literature as important, we would remove it from the celebrity sweepstakes and spend a little money on our libraries." -- Russell Baker
Monday, May 10, 2004
It looks like we'll start the move Wednesday. We sign the lease and start the process Tuesday evening. If we get to use the kitchen and living room of the apartment in the basement, there will be a lot of cleaning to be done there. I need to make a list of things to discuss with the landlord. Packing is nearly complete. Most of what's left is Sean's things, music equipment, the kitchen, and the miscellaneous things we need for daily activities. I have a few holes to patch around the house and a few touch-ups to the paint in the living room, but very little to do other than clean. I am beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Why are there train tracks in the tunnel? ? ?
Quote of the Day: "There are things that are so serious that you can only joke about them." -- Werner Heisenberg
I've been having a lot of difficulty sleeping. Part of it is pain, part pain-killers making me itch. I think the larger part is stress and anticipation. The mattress may have some small part as may the weather. The weather here feels more like July or August. Spring is MIA again this year.
Here's a new visual poem in honor of lost spring:
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Lease is signed, deposit and pro-rated rent for May is paid. I really don't like this house. It's too small, too drafty, the windows are screwed up, it's dirty, smells of mildew. A lot of work when my energy is at an all-time low. Onward!
Quote of the Day: "A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices."
-- William James
Something has to give. . . soon.
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Waiting for the water company to call back so we can find out when the water will be turned on at the new place. Then there's the gas, electricity, phone, and cable to have moved. After we're there long enough to get some utility bills, I'll have to change my voter's registration, driver's license, and vehicle registration and insurance. New address labels. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Quote of the Day: "The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart." -- Robert G. Ingersoll
I'm losing heart. . .
I'm seriously thinking about closing out this project. My web-hosting payment is due in July. I can manage it, but I'm not sure I want to. 15,000 plus hits a month is nice, but what's the point?
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Long day today. Got a lot done, though. Still more to do. I think after tomorrow things will flow a lot smoother. It's incredible the amount of stuff we have. I need to go through my books and dump a lot of them. I need to have an art yard sale or something to divest a lot of my work. No one seems to want to buy it, so maybe I'll find another way to distribute some of it. I also need to get rid of a pile of materials and junk that I'll never use. Stay tuned.
Quote of the Day: "Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away." -- Antoine de Saint Exupery
A couple glasses of wine this evening. Maybe I'll sleep better tonight.
I paid over two dollars a gallon for gasoline today for the first time. Gee, we have an oil man as president, an oil man as VP and gas prices are at an all-time high. Wonder why that is?
Friday, May 14, 2004
It may be a few days before a new entry shows up here. Probably sometime tonight or tomorrow I'll take the computer apart and move it to its new location. I have no idea if the cable is attached to the house there or not nor when the cable company will get around to moving our service.
Quote of the Day: "History is full of people who out of fear, or ignorance, or lust for power have destroyed knowledge of immeasurable value which truly belongs to us all. We must not let it happen again." -- Carl Sagan
Well, folks -- have a nice weekend. See you soon.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
I hate moving. I hate it with a passion. We're done, finally. Cable guy was here a little while ago. The other utilities are up and running. The phone should be switched tomorrow. One good thing about the move is I'm getting to upgrade my Internet connection to 2.5 Mbps (as soon as it's in place). That will be cool. About three times faster than now, and now ain't shabby.
Still more crap to deal with, but it looks like the worst of the shit storm is over (famous last words).
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Moving always causes me to wonder why most people have no concept of logic, order, or efficiency. Come to think of it, so does driving in city traffic.
Because of the move, I missed working two nights at The Empty Glass. I'll be doing that gig again soon, though. Now that I don't live within "crawling distance" I'll have to limit my alcohol consumption when I work. Getting Ann to and from her part-time job will be a problem, too. She needs to get her license and we need another car. Wow, a two-car family. It doesn't matter that they're both oil-smoke belching junkers with skin diseases, we'll still be in the realm of status-holders: a two car family!
Quote of the Day: ""Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you." " -- Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961), Psychiatrist.
The rain has been heavy the past two days. Last night we were trying to outrun a storm. We had gone to the Farm Table restaurant (one of our favorites) in South Charleston for dinner. As we pulled out on MacCorkle Avenue we could see the effects of strong winds. As we drove along, a plastic bag floating in the air beside us kept up for half a mile at 40-45 mph! Approaching the Patrick Street Bridge we could see the rain coming up the river. Once we turned onto the bridge, the rest of the way home was perpendicular to the onslaught. We got to the crest of the hill on our street when it really hit. After parking in front of the house we waited for a few minutes in the hope it would pass. It didn't. We got wet. It was raining this morning when we got up. It rained again a little while ago. The humidity is awful. The grass will be two feet tall before we get a dry enough day to mow it.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
The world seems surreal to me right now. Thing's I'd take little notice of normally seem to stand out in stark relief to the normalcy around them. "Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the gingko tree. . ."
An old gay man sitting on a park bench (*saw Aqualung -- y'know the fellow Nick Nolte modelled his character in "Down and Out In Beverly Hills" after -- sitting on a park bench too the other day). . . anyway, the old gay guy sitting on the bench waiting for someone looking like an anticipatory young girl waiting for her beau, all full of innocence and expectation. The sun paints the grass so green and tall, the trees sway in gentle breezes, the birds make an incessant racket or beautiful song, depending on the time of day and my mood. My dreams seem not confined to sleep.
Quote of the Day: "The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting." -- Gloria Leonard
I'm waiting for my daughter to come by and help with the installation of our home in this house. I'm waiting for my son to come and clean up his area in the house (which is pretty disgusting right now). I should have named him Godot.
I'd like to welcome new readers to this, my love-hate project. There were over 15,000 hits last month, and today will undoubted exceed 12,000. That leaves 11 days in the month. This will be a record for my humble little site. If you're brand new to the site, have a look around. Particularly go to the archives page and check out the previous months and years entries. A lot of art, photography, visual poetry, recipes, opinions, essays, links, and diatribes there. Most of all, enjoy. And if you like what you find, let me know. All I need to continue is just a little encouragement (A few check wouldn't hurt either).
Doctor's appointment this morning. My ortho-sadist is talking about fusing my ankle. Oh joy! Cortisone injection today. Back to see him in a month. The pain is unremitting. Dr. Ede (I'm just kidding about the ortho-sadist part) says there's a lot of narrowing of the space between the tibia and the talus. Not good. Blood tests upcoming to check for underlying causation. I need to get over to see my GP soon. I haven't been since January and I was supposed to go back months ago. Sometimes I just can't handle one more doctor's office. . .
Friday, May 21, 2004
This is the third place I've lived since I started this project. It's by far the worst. I'm warming to the house a little bit, but the landlord seems typical of the class of property owners/agents who have little respect for their tenants and treat them like shit when given the opportunity. The neighbors we've met seem nice enough. A little conservative and "country" on the whole, but not raving lunatics or anything. I like the quiet. There are two dogs next door who are really sweet. There's a big old gray tomcat who likes to lounge on our patio. He's pretty passive for a cat. He just lies there watching the place for us.
It's miserable hot today. Muggy. Bright sun. Seafood for dinner two days in a row now. Grandbabies birthday party Sunday. Hannah turned three this week. Gretchen's first is the 30th. Messy kids covered in cake icing. . .
Quote of the Day: "To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." -- J. K. Rowling
What about an unorganized mind such as mine?
Sunday, May 23, 2004
I almost feel guilty taking time out to make an entry here. There's so much to do. We're also taking a big chunk out of our day for the grandkids' birthday party. That's not a source of guilt. I'd feel guilty if I didn't take the time for that!
Quote of the Day: "Doing easily what others find difficult is talent; doing what is impossible for talent is genius." -- Henri Frederic Amiel
If I ever get this place straight, neat, and workable, I should be considered for the title of "genius."
Things are coming together very slowly. Ann hurt her back yesterday. I can't be on my feet as much as I'd like or my ankle swells and hurts and makes it imperative that I sit down and elevate my leg. Sean's working full time plus, mostly night shift, so his schedule leaves scant room for him to help us. Even on his days off he ends up sleeping during the hours when he'd be a big help. I hate to impose and ask friends to help me, but it may come to that. I have two plastic cases with multiple compartments, one holding nails, tacks, brads, staples, etc., the other with screws, eyelets, hooks and the like. I can find neither! This is crimping my style. The bathroom here has no towel racks. I can't put the ones I have up until I find the cases. The bathroom didn't even have a toilet paper rack until I put one up (crooked!).
Michael Moore's "Fahrenheit 9/11" won the Palme d'Or at Cannes this year. That's the first time a documentary has won since Jacques Cousteau's "Silent World," nearly fifty years ago. The paper this morning says that there was a 20-minute standing ovation at the conculsion of the festival screening of the movie. Well done, Michael. Now if he can only find a distributor and get it in theaters so many more people can see the reprehensible nature of the United States' chief executor.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
I missed making an entry yesterday. Sean came over at 9:30 am and we worked steady through the day. We got a goodly amount accomplished. The electrical outlets in this place have been painted over (what manner of idiot does something like that?). I've replaced four of them so far. I'm looking toward replacing them all, and possibly running a few new (grounded) circuits as well. I hate pulling wire and installing boxes. Anyone want to volunteer?
Last night we went to IHOP for a late supper. We ordered. Ann sat and waited while Sean and I ate our salads. Her eggs and pancakes arrived at the same time as Sean's unnaturally gray chicken strips. My pot roast was nowhere to be seen. The waiter (his first day) told me they were out of gravy. I said, okay, give me the broiled chicken breast instead. I sat and twiddled my thumbs. Ann and Sean ate. At this point there was still no bread on the table. They brought me a baked potato. I sent it back and told them to bring me a fresh one when my meal got there. The waiter came back and told me it was a 12-minute wait for the chicken. I asked to speak to a manager. The manager came and told me they really did have gravy for the pot roast after all. Okay, half an hour after Ann and Sean got their meals mine arrived. It was a huge portion of meat with carrots and gravy all over it and all over the enormous dollop of mashed potatoes (which I did not order). I'd ordered from the senior menu because they have smaller portions! Anyway, the gravy was thick and angry-brown and salty as hell. I tried to eat it, but couldn't choke down much of it. The poor waiter asked if it was okay. I didn't give him the answer he wanted. Somewhere around this time is when the bread for mine and Sean's meals arrived. The manager had already taken the price of my meal off the ticket and discounted everyone else's meals 20%. When we got to the checkout, he took the ticket, waved us on and said, "Have a nice night." Free food, even if it was inedible! Well, not entirely -- I had a salad and baked potato. When we got home, I had ice cream.
I'm waiting on Sean to show up so we can get some more work done. We got the linoleum up in the studio (intended originally as the living room -- I'd put it there to protect the carpet while we were moving, hopefully to leave it in place for the duration, but it wrinkled & crept and was totally out of the question), got most of the boxes out of the living room, got the filing cabinet reassembled and in situ, got the drawing table placed (although the board cover came off and I'll have to peel the adhesive off and redo it, and then put the lamp on), and several other things relating to the studio and living room done. In the process, there are fewer boxes and other inappropriate items in my bedroom. I got some pictures hung, too. A fairly productive day overall.
Quote of the Day: "Freedom is hammered out on the anvil of discussion, dissent, and debate." -- Hubert H. Humphrey
"If I had a hammer. . ."
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Long, tedious day today. I think I managed to get quite a lot done, most of it with the help of my son. Things are coming together. The studio was looking pretty good, then I started concentrating on the living room and bedroom. Now they look pretty good and the studio is trashed again. Dining room and kitchen? I don't even want to talk about it.
Quote of the Day: "There is danger in reckless change, but greater danger in blind conservatism." -- Henry George, Economist
I've got the urge again to find a way to do a show of my asemic work. The one I recall having on my web site is on my June 2000 Journal Page. One of the pieces I did is 50 feet long. It would be a challenge and an expense to properly mount it for a show, but I'd sure like to try. I think perhaps a museum might be interested in something of that scale. I just don't know how to go about it.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Critters in the trash last night. There were puffed oats all over the back steps. When I hooked up the water hose to clean it off, I discovered that the hose had bit the dust. I guess I'll have to excavate the Rol-A-Hose. There's no purpose for anything longer than that here, I don't think. I'm pretty sure it will reach from the fawcett to the street to wash the van (which really needs washing).
I've decided something. If I get enough money in my settlement over my broken leg, I'm going back to school. I'll enroll at West Virginia State University (where I went for a couple years in the late 70's) and get a degree in art. After that, I'll look around to see what is available in the way of financial aid, scholarships, and fellowships to go to graduate school somewhere to get my MFA. I don't think I want to go further than that. A DFA or Ph.D. would be good if I wanted to teach, but I'm not so sure I want to do that anymore. I would like to know a little more about art and have some credentials so that my efforts aren't as invisible as they are now.
Quote of the Day: "Loyalty to petrified opinions never broke a chain or freed a human soul and it never will" -- Mark Twain (Samuel Clemmens)
A few months ago I bought a CD of 50,000 fonts at a closeout store for five dollars. I registered the collection when I installed it. For my effort of registering, I was allowed to download a free program for creating common print forms and projects. It's not Adobe Pagemaker or even Microsoft Publisher, but it's servicable. Additionally I received my choice of CD's from a list in the mail. No charge. I got the UFO story, which includes virtually all documentation about UFO's from 1947 onward. I also got another program CD free. Then they offered me the option to subscribe to any three magazines for a year for $2.00 each. I got U.S. News, Harper's Bazaar, and Computer Shopper. My total outlay so far, $11.30 -- but that's not all. I also was offered up to five more CD's for $2.00 each shipping fee. I got the three I wanted last week -- "100,000 Clip Art" (you can never have too much clip art), "201 Classic Games," and "The Encyclopedia Britannica Ready Reference 2004." Total cost: $17.30 -- not bad. I look on that $17.30 as the best five dollars I ever spent -- other than that pair of lottery tickets that I won over $100 with. . .
I just got around to looking at the CD's mentioned in the previous paragraph. The Britannica CD is the most useful of the three, and it seems to be mainly a promotional item to get the user to purchase a more expensive product. The games are pretty lame. The clip art is cartoonish throughout and probably most useful to kids. I think I'll end up giving it to my granddaughters.
Today's the coolest day in the past couple weeks. The sun just came out a little while ago. It had been overcast most of the day with light rain periodically. I don't feel very well today, so I'm taking things slow. Still, I've emptied a few boxes.
The big old gray tomcat who seems to live on our porch is a scruffy specimen. He looks and feels positively dusty. Even so, he's a laid-back fellow and a real sweetheart, which his notched ears and muscular build would belie. Sometimes when he's ambling off to take care of his other responsibilities he chatters at me as if to say, "I'll be back. I think you'll be okay until I return." What a guy!
Friday, May 28, 2004
It's off to the Empty Glass in a while to run sound for the evening. I really don't feel like it, but I need to keep this gig alive. Tonight features Robert Altmann opening for the Patrick Sweany Band -- an evening of boogie & blues. Normally, just my thing, but tonight I think I'd almost rather listen to the New Age channel on cable.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
It's too late in the day to take a pain pill. I have less than six hours before I have to drive and I don't feel 100% safe driving after I've taken a pill. Last night I was concerned about driving home from the bar. I'd only had two drinks, but I was really tired. In fact, I'd found myself drifting off to sleep during the show. If you've ever tried to go to sleep at 105 dB, you'll know that's quite a trick. The band last night was good. This was the opening night of their summer tour, which later on will find them opening up for Buddy Guy. Can't beat that. The opening act was a heavy young white guy in his twenties, playing a cheap Epiphone acoustic guitar. He sounded like Ry Cooder accompanying John Lee Hooker. Amazing!
Critters got our next door neighbor's trash this time. I noticed the can was open and the contents spread all over. Went by the old house today to check for misdirected mail. There was some. The property management people nor the real estate agent have mowed or anything. The fellow from across the street had his recently-acquired Lexus in the driveway, cleaning it up. If he's using the water there, whoever is the legal occupant as of the 15th is picking up the bill. Some people are total opportunists and will take whatever they find and turn it to their advantage, whether it's right or wrong. For all he knew, I was still paying the water bill there. Asshole.
Quote of the Day: "Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is a better defence. " -- Steve Landesberg
. . . I may well be okay on both counts. . .
It seems like I can't get anything done in my studio. I still have a couple dozen boxes to be emptied. There are things stacked everywhere with no place for them to do. I have a lot of framed art and not enough walls to put it. I took one of my larger pieces, an eight-foot piece of cracked lumber that I painted abstractly, to my son's girlfriend's mom's studio/gallery for the duration. The ceilings here are less than eight feet! I had no place to display it.
I could use some assistance, but I don't know who to ask. Sean has things he needs to do downstairs so having him help would be robbing Peter to pay Paul. Margaret is busy too, with two small kids. Ann's back is still bothering her. The attic needs serious sustained attention, too. There's so much up there and it's piled willy-nilly. The empty boxes need broken down and stacked off under the eaves. The other stuff needs going through, the shelves need to be set up and things stored on them instead of in front of them. It's a mess and my energy is at an all-time low. Ain't life grand?
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Another rainy day. Kid Rock was at the Civic Center tonight, his show starting an hour late. I was at the Towne Centre Mall to pick Ann up at 7:00 -- the crowd was filtering into the arena. What a strange selection of humanity!
I have most of the boxes for the studio emptied. It should take at least two weeks to get things in their proper places. I've lost some storage space and consolidated one and a half rooms into the equivalent of 3/4 of the larger room. I think I can do it, but I'm going to have to do some triage on things and some of the things I don't use very often will have to go into the storage closet in the basement or in the attic. The attic needs a lot of work. Things were just thrown up there in an effort to get stuff out of the way, with no thought to organization or access. The empty boxes, for the most part, were left intact and not broken down so as to take up less space. There's a tedious job for someone. Also, I'd like to set most of the shelves up and put books on them. That would free up a great deal of space. The music equipment will be moved to the basement as soon as it's in decent enough shape to receive it. That will make more space too. Ann was working on the basement this evening. She got an amazing amount done in just a couple hours. Sean hasn't been here in the past two days. I'm not surprised he wasn't here yesterday. He worked Friday midnight to eight o'clock yesterday morning, then had to go back out at four yesterday afternoon. I imagine he got off at midnight last night, had a few beers then crashed for at least 14 hours. I don't know if he had to work today or not. I need to get a schedule from all my family members so I can keep track of them. Something like a Critical Path chart. . .
Quote of the Day: "Each individual will be called to account in the hereafter for every pleasure he declined without sufficient cause. " -- Abba Arich
We're under a tornado watch. I'd better shut this thing down and batten the hatches. See you tomorrow. By the way, there have been over 16,000 hits on this site so far this month with today's tally not yet counted. Two more days could put it over 17,000. A new record!
Monday, May 31, 2004
June will be bustin' out all over starting tomorrow. In the merry, merry month of May this web site has had over 17,000 hits and that does not include today's totals, which will only be available after midnight. Not too shabby.
Now if I'd only get some feedback from the 38 countries that show up on the stats for this page. In the past month I've gotten two comments, one from someone in Seattle wanting to know how to stop her hands from burning after handling hot peppers and one from my sister-in-law. Not too encouraging, eh?
Quote of the Day: "Education has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading." -- G.M. Trevelyan
It's still stupifying to me the number of college-degreed people who can't spell, construct a simple sentence or balance a checkbook. What the hell do they study in college, and how do the professors justify their existence allowing people to pass with such serious deficiencies?