Archive for the ‘Left Brain’ Category

Man, I thought they NEVER leave.

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

So, it's finally over. Streamers, confetti, a panoply of speech-like phenomena, and at last we can return to regular programming. Presumably, Sarah Palin will return to Alaska, for which we're all grateful (unless we happen to be in Alaska). John McCain will go on to do pretty much whatever he'd like - if history is any indicator, he might show up in Pepsi ads opposite Britney Spears. Springsteen will still be the Boss, and George W. Bush will likely still be the boss of something. Throngs of reporters will return to their overrun homes, hack away the kudzu, drive out the mice, pay the phone bill, and generally be grateful to never hear the word "maverick" again.

And what about the remarkable story of Barack Obama? I'm not sure what to say. There's no clever quip that can possibly sum up the significance of what has happened. I have lived to see a black president, and more importantly, I have lived to see so many people support a black president. This is a country on the verge of economic ruins, ragged with war, but it's a free country. It's a free country again, with one less dream deferred. Our union has become more perfect today.



area code lookup tool

Friday, February 29th, 2008

For those of you who might be interested, I've slapped together a little command-line area code lookup tool. It's a really simple couple of scripts using grep to locate what you're searching for. It works on Unix-like systems with bash installed (Linux, OS X, etc).

You can download it here. Follow the enclosed instructions to install and use it.



ad hoc

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

AD HOC: Anonymous, Distributed Herd Of Cats

Example: Anonymous.



note

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

I have poems in the winter 2007 issue of The Missouri Review. I'm not positive, but I think it should be available at your local franchise book store by now.



past, or passing

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

The Eyak language became extinct today. Think of all the languages you'll never learn, because there isn't enough time. I think of a Quiche passage from the Popul Vuh, the Mayan book of counsel:

We shall whisper the origin. We shall whisper the story and the tale, and that is all. One thing only we do, and that is to return; we have fulfilled our task, and our days are done.

 

 

Think of us, blot us not from your memory, consign us not to oblivion.