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Gold Sitings

On our way to an impromptu matinee showing of Austin Powers: Goldmember yesterday, Liz and I caught a glimpse of the Pepperidge Farm® Goldfish Mobile® as it strolled down Interstate 81.

Despite the apparent irony, neither event changed my perception of the cosmos. But both were entertaining. The movie especially.

Two for Tuesday

What’s the plural of advice? Anyway, here’s two of ‘em comin’ right at ya. Geek boy style.

The first one has to do with this god awful heat. And that is, quite simply, drink lots and lots of water. I know, it’s more trips to the bathroom but that’s the price one pays for not falling over from a global warming induced heat stroke. And for God sakes man, keep that caffeine away!

The other advice I’m just relaying from something I saw on Interconnected the other day. If you’re a fan of weblogs such as this, or regular news sites that use XML RSS feeds, you could be surfing and kept up to date much more efficiently with an RSS Reader such as NetNewsWire Lite.

And while you’re doing that, you could still be drinking more water.

Hornet’s Nest

There resides above my door, in a crack between the molding of my house and the actual brick, a host of hornets who have decided to build their nest. Though I haven’t been bitten or otherwise bothered by the pests, I decided on a whim that today was their day to perish. It started, really, as a distraction from some of my chores. After witnessing me spray them with a garden hose, Liz informed me I was only likely to piss them off and that I should try the hornet spray she had purchased. So, using a bit more logical sense, I broke out the chemical warfare. This proved to be a non-deadly deed, which only pissed them off measurably more—to the point that they just swarmed around my front entrance planning their next offensive. I know tomorrow’s exit out the door will not be good. And to top it all off, Liz took the side of the hornets in the end. So I have to wonder if it was any use at all, trying to do something about the non-situation in the first place.

Miners Alive

As a Pennsylvania resident, I am happy to relay the news tonight that all nine of the miners trapped in the Somerset coal mine are reported alive. If all continues to go well, they will be lifted out and decontaminated from potential environmental toxins and sent home to safety.

Unsung

Call Julian Cope what you want. Ex-junkie. Brief alternative 80′s scene wash up. Psychedellic rock trip-out space poet. Social activist. Artistic snob. Prehistoric scholar of pagan Europe. And how could I forget his simple self-proclamation of a “forward thinking mutherfucker.”

Truth is, a lot of people in the states probably haven’t heard of this eccentric British rocker. And most of these titles would probably be considered compliments to the “Arch Drude of Wessex” (or whatever he’s dubbing himself these days). But what you can never ever call him with absolute certainty is lazy, or more importantly, wanting in any way for intellectual breadth. He makes that part of his charismatic personality seem quite easy.

Every month to the mark, his website features an unsung Album of the Month and an Address Drudion (I think that’s made up pagan speak for which I have no subcultural point of reference) both written by the artist himself—many times at great length, lucidity, and scholarly depth.

Next to James Brown, he may be the hardest working man in show business, but I wouldn’t call his hustle either a show nor business.