Deenster beat me to the punch in pointing to the blog called On the Face (it’s her big sister’s blog), but it bears a second recommendation. Lisa’s story told in multiple parts, titled How Lisa Came to Israel,
is an intriguing tale about her arrival in Israel during a explosive
time, both personally and politically. It’s a great story told well.
Here are links to the installments she’s written so far:
Thankfully, what actually happened…
…was much better than National Lampoon’s joke predictions:
All things considered, I hope the vote goes to Iyad Allawi of the
“Thinly Disguised American Puppet Party” rather than Ahmad Chalabi of
the “Iranian Puppet Party”.
Let’s just see what we can do about making history not repeat itself. As Daily
Kos points out, there was an another election that had an equal
promise:
Officials Cite 83% Turnout Despite Vietcong Terror
by Peter Grose, Special to the New York Times (9/4/1967: p. 2)
WASHINGTON, Sept. 3– United States officials were surprised and
heartened today at the size of turnout in South Vietnam’s presidential
election despite a Vietcong terrorist campaign to disrupt the voting.
According to reports from Saigon, 83 per cent of the 5.85 million
registered voters cast their ballots yesterday. Many of them risked
reprisals threatened by the Vietcong.
The size of the popular vote and the inability of the Vietcong to
destroy the election machinery were the two salient facts in a
preliminary assessment of the nation election based on the incomplete
returns reaching here.
[The article links to the original New York Times pieces.]
Cross your fingers, folks.
Xophylia has posted a set of great illustrations from an old Palmer-Hughes Accordion Course book proving that even back then, accordions were chick magnets.
(You may want to read the rest of the LiveJournal accordions community — lots of good info and discussion on all things accordion.)
UfoTofu.net has a very useful and interesting article titled…
(Well, it’s useful to me, anyway.)
This page will show you:
open the back end of an accordion and carefully put cardboard in to prevent
the bass buttons from diving beneath the bassboard in transit. I’ll even explain
how to pack it! SUPER COOL TRENDY FUN!
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Darryl Wiggers, programming director for Scream TV, sent me this email:
Special Midnight Screening of the film
PAULY SHORE IS DEAD
Friday, January 28th at The Royal Cinema
with Pauly Shore LIVE in PERSON!
Tickets $12 advance / $15 night of show
Tickets available from Suspect Video
(605 Markham St & 619 Queen St. West)
Sponsored by Suspect Video and Presented by Ultra 8 Pictures
Finally, a movie that answers the question “what ever happened to Pauly
Shore?” with a satirical, sometimes self-deprecating, and often
hilarious honesty. Tracing the rise of the comedic it-boy and his
subsequent fall from favor, Pauly eventually loses everything: his
popularity, his house, his representation and his career. He is
humiliated in the public eye, and is forced to go to work parking cars
at his mother’s club, The Comedy Store; at a loss, he receives a
visitation from the ghost of Sam Kinison, who advises suicide.
According to Kinison, Shore’s dead career would be resurrected and
canonized in the event of the comedian’s death, and Pauly decides to go
along with this, at least to a point. He fakes his own death, and
Kinison’s prophecy comes true as all of Hollywood and fans across the
nation begin to extoll the genius that was Pauly. Basking in the glow
of his newfound appreciation, Shore goes out on the town in disguise,
but unfortunately his secret is discovered, he’s locked up, and now
looks more the fool than ever. The film is successful on the strength
of it’s good-natured, self-conscious quality of comedic revelation, and
is certainly augmented by its star power. The half-fiction,
half-autobiographical film boasts cameos from the likes of Sean Penn,
Pam Anderson, Paris and Nicky Hilton, Whoopi Goldberg, Kurt Loder,
Carson Daly, Vince Vaghn, Snoop Dog, Ben Stiller, Britney Spears, Chris
Rock, Corey Feldman, and Heidi Fleiss, among many, many others. It
would appear that The Weiz is not quite as unpopular as he presents
himself.
I gotta say, I loved the guy in Encino Man. He made that movie (sorry, Sean Astin).
Update – January 28, 2005, 1:57 p.m. EST: Fixed some broken links. Enjoy!
Over the past couple of weeks, Tucows has been rearranging its office
space. The office has been expanded dramatically; we’ve taken over a
large, airy second-floor office next door.
Before we got this space, a department’s members could be scattered
about the office; it was much easier to simply give a new hire the
first available desk rather than rearrange a large number of people to
accomodate the hire. It was actually possible to be on the other side
of the office from the rest of your department.
The new space has given us a chance to regroup the departments and
leave each one some empty desks to accomodate new hires. Most
departments get a cluster or aisle of workstations. This has proven to
be a really interesting development for my department, Research and
Innovation, which consists of three people. Boss Ross gets a “boss”
workstation at the end of the aisle, which has left me and Darryl with
an entire aisle of 12 workstations all to ourselves. Rather than let
this lovely space go to waste, we’ve taken over the whole space and
turned it into the next best thing to having a private office.
Click on any of these thumbnails to see the corresponding full-size picture.
The ongoing work on our aisle will appear in this photo album.