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Neither I, nor anybody I know, nor through at least 3 degrees of separation, has died in a blogging accident.
Feel free to continue on with life as you knew it before.
As usual, starting with overheard things — it almost always cheers me up:
I’ve been doing many things involving streaming flv video files:
Some wordpress (and other geeky) stuff:
Funny and interesting things:
Brad has groupies
Play-dough stingray
Face painting
Making a play-dough stingray
We’ve been having many conversations about modern classical music lately. I, of course, keep listening to Philip Glass while Jason really only likes one particular concerto by Krzysztof Penderecki.
Eventually, as all converstaions of this ilk will do, the conversation turned to John Cage and his 4′33″, which Damon described being performed live once by his piano teacher. Apparently, she merely sat in front of the piano. My understanding of the piece is that it should in fact create more tension in the audience by seeming to be about to perform. Specifically, I thought that she should have put her hands above the keyboard. So, how do I state this difference of opinion?
She was playing it wrong!
Well, we thought it was funny.
(Not directed at anyone in particular, FWIW.)
You know how I know you’re gay? Your favorite scent at Yankee Candle is used jock.
Grace is winning big time at Texas hold ’em
Grace is getting cold
Apres golf
Writing galore
Overheard:
And the rest: