December 2003
8 posts
The Doctor Is a Thief for America
Check out the new Howard Dean Tax Calculator that we created for the Club for Growth.
Better than Cock-Fighting
I received a Lobster-Gram today from a client. It arrived in a white styrofoam cooler, and my cats don’t really seem to know what to make of it. They are, however, acutely aware that there is something alive moving around inside of it.
I’ve been contemplating a variation on bear-baiting, in which I pit two lobsters against one cat. The smart money is on the cat—although I...
Speedy Delivery
An actual conversion from this morning:
Me: Jack, a package came for you yesterday. It’s from your uncle.
Jack: Guilt in a box… (shakes head)
We Come from the Land of the Ice and Snow
Pictures from our trip to Iceland are finally up for your viewing pleasure.
Monkeys Stand for Honesty
Erin and I saw Simon and Garfunkel at the MCI Center last night.
It seems that in order to keep the tour chugging along, Art Garfunkel is required to publicly stroke Paul Simon’s ego once for every thirty minutes of stage time.
Tearing Down the 'Wall of Sound'
The Beatles’ Let It Be has always been the textbook example of a potentially brilliant rock album nearly ruined by an overzealous producer. I think it’s clear that Phil Spector has done more damage over the years with schmaltzy string arrangements than with the gun he used to (allegedly) kill Lana Clarkson.
Today I was at Melody Records in Dupont and I picked up a copy of the newly...
Is Environmentalism a New Religion?
I’ve never really cared for Michael Crichton’s writing, but this speech on environmentalism is fantastic. Crichton dissects the movement, which he believes has become “the religion of choice for urban atheists.”
Of particular interest is this passage on DDT:
So I can tell you some facts. I know you haven’t read any of what I am about to tell you in the...
Iceland Was Just a Threat
Ten notes and observations from last week’s trip to Reykjavik:
For a red meat, whale tastes surprisingly like fish.
Despite the fact that Icelanders consume an alarming amount of soda, my request for a “root beer” was greeted with the same kind of puzzled look I might have expected had I ordered a “moon rock.”
We were informed that prostitution is currently...