I'm hope from the San Diego Urban Challenge. I am in not inconsiderable pain, though I won't complain about it. I'm feeling the soreness one would expect to feel after such an endeavor. I was not prepared from the pain in my shoulders, from running with a backpack on, something I am not used to, but overall, I'd say I'm just feeling the pain of the victorious, along with considerable pride.

I was very nervous going into this event. I was not in the best shape of my life. My training took a three-week-plus hiatus when I was sick, and it was very hard to get back out on the pavement, with the heat and humidity being unbearable at times. I believe I got one four-mile run in, other than that, I don't believe I'd run over a half-hour or so in almost two months. On Thursday, my last run, I stopped with shoulder pain after 22 minutes. Not a good sign right before a five-hour race. But this was a run right after work, when I was tired and not in the best nutritional shape to run. On Saturday I'd be up bright and early, and would give it my best.

My other concern was my partner. I was vaguely under the impression that he was training, but wasn't sure. He entered a 5K with me, but failed to show up for it. I selected him, partly, because I knew whatever happened, he wouldn't outshine me (to put it more diplomatically, and actually more accurately in tune with my thoughts, I selected him because I knew I wouldn't look back at the race and think I cost him a victory). Of course, I also selected him because he is my friend and I knew I'd have fun with him. But I was definately more worried about his performance than my own.

I got up at 6 AM, had coffee and half a granola bar. I'd never drunk coffee before a race before, since it can unsettle my stomach, but I had a bit of a headache the day before and worried about caffeine withdrawl. So I drank half a cup (which is about equivalent of one mug, when talking about my oversized travel cup). I never did pee on the course, so it didn't seem to have any negative side effects. I picked up my partner (since I'm probably going to be a touch nasty--though kind in the end--I'm not using his name) around 6:50, and we headed to Horton's Sports Bar, in the Westin. Nice place, though a touch small for this event. I was unable to get a seat, so after picking up our race numbers, trivia contest answer form, and camera, we had to stand in the back waiting for the trivia contest to begin. The trivia contest determines which of five waves you will go out with. We placed in wave 2.

The start was being broadcast live on NBC, so they actually got it underway very quickly. Too quickly, perhaps, as they seemed confused about what to do next. They sent out my wave shortly after, directing us to the NBC studio where the first group started. But no sooner had we arrived there, but they sent us back to where we started. I still don't quite understand why, but it was not a big deal. We were soon allowed to begin for keeps, received our clue book, and took off. The first clue referred to a statue to the West, so we, of course, immediately headed North. It turned out alright, as we discovered the third checkpoint in the process, so it saved us time later. We got on the phone with Cecily, our internet contact (you're allowed, and encouraged, to have help via cell phone contacts), and quickly found the name of the Mexican president whose monument we were seeking. But we never found the monument. We spend 40 minutes at least, before giving up. We just had to hope we'd find the skip chick, which would allow us to miss one checkpoint. But there was no guarantee we'd find her. And if we didn't, once we took the second checkpoint's picture, we couldn't win (of course, we weren't going to place first...when I say win, I mean receive a medal for finishing in under 5 hours, with all twelve checkpoints photographed in order, or eleven in order with the skip chick in their somewhere).

Checkpoint two involved a math problem. I had Cecily help with the math, not having a calculator, and got an answer. But I'd misread the question to her, and got a street address far, far off. Along the way, wondering how they could send us so far down, when the next checkpoint is back where we started, I realized my mistake, and redid the math. I again made an error, but fortunately was only off by 4 or so, and discovered the address I had didn't exist, and at the same time saw people being photographed at a nearby barber shop. So we got ours taken, too.

So far, I've refrained from discussing my teammate during all this. When I picked him up, he commented on something he'd seen on their website, telling me, "You never told me about this 5 to 10 mile bullshit." I told him when I first asked him to be my teammate, that the web site says to expect to run 5 to 10 miles. So that worried me. But I really didn't expect him to crash and burn in the first mile. I started a bit fast, being excited, but when he commented on that, I slowed down and tried to set a reasonable pace. But he really gave up quickly. Between that, and our failure in finding the statue (which I take full responsibility for), I was really worried about whether we'd finish, and was rather pissed off at my partner.

After my partner finally finished walking to the second checkpoint, I told him I'd run ahead, since we'd already been to the third checkpoint earlier. While I waited for him to catch up, I could call Cecily and work out the rest of the checkpoints. This was probably the smartest thing I did all day, as it saved us a lot of time later. I worked out stuff with Cecily, and bitched about my teammate. He eventually arrived, we got our photo taken, and we head off to checkpoint four (I should explain now, that there are twelve checkpoints, 1-12, and all the teams have to go in order, but each is assigned a different start point. My team was lucky enough to draw one, so we started at one and ended at twelve. Points one and twelve were both near the starting point, so we were lucky).

Point four was an irish tavern in the Gaslamp Quarter. From there, we were heading to Hillcrest, and decided to use public transportation. We had a decent wait for the bus, which was a nice time to rest, and get some more checkpoint locations worked out. The bus took us very close to the next checkpoint, a vintage fashion store. The next clue indicated we were heading to Jimmy Carter's Cafe, which we passed on the way. But first, we found the skip chick (they dubbed her that in the pre-race festivities), so we no longer needed to sweat missing point one (though there was now no room for error).

After getting to Jimmy Carter's Cafe on 5th, we got our photo taken and planned our next move. We didn't have a transit schedule (I'd suggested to my partner he might want to research that for me, but apparently he was too busy training to do that), and were unsure how to get to Old Town from Hillcrest. We decided to take the same bus back to downtown and take the trolley to Old Town. A very helpful woman taking the bus concurred that this was our best bet, and reviewed some of the other checkpoints for us. We waited about twenty minutes, at least, with no bus in sight. We saw very few other contestants, which was odd. Finally, we saw one running by, who asked if we took our picture at Jimmy Carter's Cafe. We told her we did, when she delivered the news that it was the wrong location. The clue, which started "Sirva usted cerveza Billy?" or (I think) "Do you serve Billy Beer here," turns out to refer to a mexican restaurant with a similar name. Hence the Spanish, and the note that the checkpoint is North of Balboa Park (Jimmy Carter's Cafe is West). Had we caught our bus, we would have lost. The helpful competitors told us roughly where we were heading. Calling Cecily, she knew the place, and exactly where it was, and so we figured it out. But this added well over a mile to the course, which certainly didn't help my teammate (or myself). But we got the photo, and across the street was a bus stop where we would quickly catch a bus to Old Town.

Up to here, it was every team to themselves. I helped one team find the Concourse, and gave another a hint about the Flashback clue in Hillcrest (they didn't realize the common bond between Gordon, bulb, and cards was "flash"), but people seemed to be watching out for their competition. But getting on the bus (where the Jimmy Carter clue had hurt a lot of us), people were only concerned with finishing, and were helping each other. A team told us where the statue we couldn't find was, I offered some hints as to where I thought some of the other points were, and we basically had fun waiting to arrive in Old Town. Off the bus, we all ran together to find the next point (my teammate even kept up for awhile), and worked somewhat together from then on.

We got the two Old Town clues, and made it to the trolley right before it departed, where we saw many of the same teams we saw on the bus. We got off by the Star of India, and got our photo taken with the Chicken of the Sea propeller. We then ran (my partern, too, ran part way) to the Embarcadero, where the next checkpoint was the Homecoming Statue. Two checkpoints left. The last one was a sculpture behind the Convention Center. But before that, we had to find a black anchor. I knew there was one by the airport, but I noticed no other teams were heading in that direction. That also would involve backtracking; prior to that, we had done almost no backtracking (except to Jimmy Carter's Cafe, which turned out to be incorrect). And the clue said it was within a half-mile of Joe's Crab Shack, in the Embarcadero. So, after some debate, we decided to head toward the Convention Center. Once we were almost past Seaport Village, I was getting nervous. I was beginning to conclude we were wrong, and should head back to Harbor Drive, where I originally thought the anchor was. We could always take the trolley back if we didn't find the anchor there. Just as we turned back, we saw a team we'd seen previously, pass us in the opposite direction, so I chased after them to see where they were going. They told us the anchor was right by the sculpture at the Convention Center. And it was, very well-hidden. I took that team's photo at the last two checkpoints, and by then my teammate had made it, and the other team took our photos. About four-and-a-half hours had passed, so we had thirty minutes to make it to the Horton Sports Bar.

We had a long wait for a trolley, but we got on, got off at the train depot, and ran East to Horton Plaza. We finished in 4:48 and some change, less than 12 minutes before the cut-off. If we'd placed in the third wave in the trivia contest, we very well may have lost. We submitted our camera, it was reviewed, and we were declared winners and awarded a medal. It was a very proud moment for me, and for my partner. He gave it his very best, I realized, and especially after going through the second half of the race in a more laid-back, cooperative spirit, I was glad he was my teammate and very proud just to have finished. We got our goodie bag, ate in the mall, and left triumphant.

I later noticed one interesting thing about my medal. In February, I won a contest on the Urban Challenge web site. My e-mailed entry included a signature file with a Latin quote by Cicero. They asked me if I spoke Latin, and could translate a phrase for them. I said I had studied a little Latin, but could try to help. The phrase was, "I came, I saw, I thought," or something similar. My translation didn't sound good, but I suggested a more alliterative phrase, "Cogitavi Cursitavi Conquisivi," meaning "I thought, I ran, I conquored." I don't have the e-mail, so they may have checked with a real Latin expert and cleaned it up, but in any event, the finisher's medal now sports the phrase. So not only did I finish, but I leant a little something of my own for all the finishers to appreciate.

Driving home, I thought about this, and remembered why they asked me. My signature file quote was from Cicero, butchered to make it accessible to a beginning Latin student: "Virtutem enim ilius viri amavi, quae cum corpore non periit," or "Truly I loved the virtue of that man, which did not perish with his bones." I added that to my signature after encountering it in class, a few weeks after my father died. Thinking about that, I realized that I really would have enjoyed him cheering me on, and discussing the various checkpoint locations with him, and how much I missed him. And I felt the tears welling up, and was really surprised by how emotional I was getting. Especially the delayed reaction. Crossing a finish line is an emotional event; tears are par for course at a marathon. But it surprised me how I was touched thinking about this Latin phrase.

I am even closer now to running my first marathon. I had a feeling crossing the finish line will be an emotional experience; now I fear I'll just fall apart. But that's okay. And that's for another day. Today, I ran 9 miles, solved clues, navigated a city's flawed public transport, was almost screwed over by Jimmy Carter, and emerged victorious.

Los Angeles Times on the history of the pipe organ.

It looks likely that Arianna Huffington will run for Governor. Should be fun to watch.

One of the dumbest things I've read about in some time. No surprise John Poindexter is involved.

Went to Del Mar on Monday to play the ponies. Won $27. Hit a trifecta in the second race, but with two favorites in a six-way field, it only paid $22. Then I hit a quinella for $51 in the sixth. Should have won more than I did, but my favorite horse of the day, Lori M'Love, #1 in the fifth race, was running at good odds, and I figured it was a good race to pump some money on Lori to win, along with a fair amount of exotic wagers. Lori leads most of the way, has a wide lead going into the final stretch, only to get nudged out by a nose in a photo finish. And the horse that did it, Revillew Slew (road by Desmoreaux...should've known), wasn't in any of my exactas/trifectas, so no big payday there. And in the last race, I put a fair amount on a 23-1 shot, turns out there was a reason he was at those odds. Good thing it was the last race and the track is dark on Tuesdays, because I think he's still running that race.

On a related note, I finished the book Seabiscuit tonight. I enjoyed it, though more as light entertainment than as the triumph of the human (and equine) spirit it has often been portrayed to be. Looking forward to seeing the movie, though I have misgivings. Seems rather treakly.

An excellent article on the California recall election. If you don't have a Salon subscription (and if you got $30 to blow, you really should), get the day pass by watching an ad, its a great, funny article. I believe I'm having a change of heart on the recall, at least to the extent that its now a fait accompli. I'm half-way through the book Seabiscuit (want to finish it before seeing the movie), and realize that maybe, just as the people then needed a distraction from the Great Depression and looming war, we today need a fun election to cheer us up after all the pointless political ramblings going on (God help me, I have a feeling Joe Lieberman may be the Democratic nominee...makes me sick to my stomach to think about it). The $30-$35 million price tag is cheap compared to the average Summer blockbuster, which don't seem to be doing the job anymore. And there's no consequences, really: The state was totally boned even without the election bill, and even if a total moron like Issa wins (the IQ comment in the link above was the funniest thing I've heard in awhile), they can't do too much harm, and will inheirit enough grief to guarantee them a defeat in 2004 (which is why I had thought Schwarzenneger would be smart enough not to run). So I say, bring it on. To quote the Salon article, "The recall drive is a little like those photos of Uday and Qusay -- they're horrifying, but you can't help wanting to look."

Just in case Arnold Schwarzenegger's involvement wasn't enough, more headlines emerge to indicate what a joke the recall election is.

The BBC on the precedent for displaying corpses of leaders. Liked the Che Guevara comparison.

Neal Pollack on the Believer-ULA feud. Thought he got both sides pretty good.

Curse of the Audio Commentaries of the Damned.

Powell's Books has an interview with Mark Haddon, author of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.

The Bush administration is now rooting out CIA operatives for political gain. Didn't they fry the Rosenbergs for this kind of thing (allegedly).

House rolls back new FCC regulations. Doesn't go particularly far, but at least its egg on the Bush administration's face.

Chicago police appologize to Ice Cube.

The Getty's Illuminating the Rennaisance exhibit looks awesome. I'm going to have to go up and check it out. I've only been there once, but their illuminated manuscript collection was definately my favorite thing there.

The solutions to McSweeney's "How You Jellin'" contest made me laugh. This week's contest is hard...I've only got two so far, but I'll keep working at it.

It's been brought to my attention that the exact title of the Futurama episode screened at Comic-Con was "Bender Should Not Be Allowed on TV," not "Bender Shouldn't Be on TV," as erroneously reported below. Mr. Myers regrets the error.

Questions for VH-1's "I Love the 80's" Expert Celebrity Commentators.

The good people at Can't Get Enough Futurama have synthesized my report on the Futurama panel with that of several far more observant participants, to create a nice overview of the Comic-Con 2003 Futurama panel.

I went to Viejas with my mom for lunch today. They are having a promotion where they send you a card, and you can go up and swipe it over the course of a week, and win a prize each time. A different week is assigned to different neighborhoods, apparently, so this week is my neighborhood's chance. It looked like a good promotion, since you are a guaranteed winner, until I realized one of the prizes was simply a second-chance entry into the drawing for something at the end of the month. After hearing that the Monty Hall promotion at Barona was a big dud (apparently, they didn't give away the car they had been hyping--the guy trying for the car ended up with a two-night stay at the Barona Valley Ranch Hotel; or so I hear--I wasn't in attendance), I had low expectations of this one. We scanned our cards, though. Mom won a T-shirt. I won $1000. So it turns out it might be an okay promotion after all. I lost $100 at poker, but $900 is a nice profit for an hour or so.

My photos of Comic-Con 2003 are now up. Be sure to check out my photo with Matt Groening.

Major artists going indie. I was especially interested to read about Pearl Jam making live CDs of their concerts available almost immediately. Let's hope that becomes standard practice.

Wow I'm tired. I had hoped to upload pictures from Comic-Con today, but I just can't. Come back tomorrow evening, and you'll see me with Matt Groening.

I will try to write my report now, though. I'm more sore than tired, anyway, and its not yet 10:00 when I begin writing this, so I should be able to get a decent report done. Actually, immediately after typing that, I decided I was a little rank, and had better take a shower. But now I'm clean, and ready to report.

This was my first time ever at Comic-Con. I've always wanted to go, primarly for The Simpsons, but also to explore the other meats of our pop-cultural stew. But this year, my sister and brother-in-law came down, and my brother-in-law was going in full Storm Trooper uniform, to march through the convention along with his fellow Star Wars nerds. I must admit, the costume was impressive. I think about ten people stopped him to take a photograph with him before we even got inside the convention center. I was not in any costume; I simply was wearing my Princess Mononoke tee-shirt. Miyazaki merchandise was one of my goals for the day. I was especially hoping I might find the comic book versions of Mononoke or Sprited Away for a steal. But that was a tertiary goal at most; first and fore-most, I was hoping to pick up some Futurama merchandise. The Nibbler tin toy, and the tin posters, were my main target. I also took my Bender tin toy with me, hoping to get John Dimaggio and Matt Groening to sign it. And I was hoping to swing by Keith Knight's booth and get the books of his which I didn't already have. For the most part, I was a failure on these points, but I did achieve some of what I set out to do, and more.

The convention center opened around 10, and we began on what I believe would be the North side, if I have my bearings right (that close to the ocean, I really shouldn't be confused, but I am). Lots of shops, but not as much stuff I was interested as I thought there would be. Lots of Simpsons merchandise, but mostly stuff I'd already seen and, if I desired it, had. Early on, I did discover one product I was unfamiliar with, a series of Simpsons tin click toys. There's a clicker on the back, and clicking the clicker makes something small yet satisfying happen. I purchased two, for a total of $8. One features the Krusty Burger ordering box, with a shaking Krusty head; the other features Homer and Marge dancing--Homer dips Marge with just one click. As my first purchase, I thought it started the day off on a good note; I found it later for more, but never for less, so fiscally it was a sound decision.

I found other Simpsons merchandise, noting its location and price for future reference. The Simpsons Main Street environment was going for $75. Not an outrageous price, but no bargain either. A quick poke around the internet turns it up easily for a bit under $70; with shipping, its probably a wash. The Simspons playing cards were going for $7. It seemed inconceivable that I did not yet own a product so suited to me; I was certain I would be back for it. I found very little Futurama goods. I never did see a tin sign, and I saw the Bender robot I already had, but never the Nibbler one. I found little Miyazaki goods, as well. I saw plenty of DVDs, but I already had them, and one booth had the Spirited Away comics, and the Art of... books dedicated to Spirited Away, Totoro, and Mononoke. The prices, again were not necessarily unreasonable, but the comic books were $10 each (the cover price), and the art books ranged from $35-$50. Seeing as I already had a hunch this would be an expensive day, I was not willing to spend that much on those books.

After wandering over to the other end of the hall, to find Keith Knight's booth and get his books (turns out he's a very nice guy), I met up with my family and headed to the Bongo Comics booth. I bought four of the Futurama comics for $2.50 each, one of them signed. There was a guy signing comics, but after getting his name, I ascertained he was not involved in any of the comics I bought, so I didn't have him sign anything. I learned I would need to be there at 2:30 to get a ticket to get a place in line to get Matt Groening's autograph.

It was almost 11:30, so I decided to wolf down a costly lunch, and then hustle to the Futurama conference. I got to the room almost twenty minutes early, so I got to see Game Over, an upcoming show on UPN. Very funny. The plot is basically the troubled family life of a Lara Croft-type video game heroine. I hope it will have better luck than previous UPN animation.

Then it was time for the Futurama conference. After meeting Dimaggio and some of the other cast members, they screened an unaired episode (they later reminded us to thank Fox for pre-empting the show so often, they still had unseen episodes to screen). The episode, "Bender Shouldn't Be on TV" ("Fox took the name a bit too literally"), is destined to be a classic. The opening scenes from soap-opera parody "All My Circuits" started the crowd laughing, and it never let up. Supposedly Fox will eventually air this episode; if not, Cartoon Network gets the rights to all Futurama episodes, aired or unaired, in November. So eventually, you will see it. So I won't go into too much details, though I will say Bender's catch-phrase, "Bite my shiny metal ass," gets a lot of play. Having never been to Comic-Con, I didn't know what to expect, but it was a lot of fun. Just seeing the episode made the whole day worthwhile, and the Q&A session was hilarious and informative. There is still discussions regarding the possibility that new episodes of Futurama might be made for Cartoon Network. They just don't see how they could possibly pay for them. But hope springs eternal. Groening also suggested it is possible that a Futurama movie (or three!)could be made. I also learned that the episode "Jurassic Bark," the only episode of an animated sitcom (or any sitcom, for that manner) made me cry (I actually started crying earlier tonight just thinking about it), had been nominated for an Emmy. Good luck!

At the conclusion of the hour, the talent left the stage, and I had a dilemma. I had a great seat, and the Simpsons conference was in the same room. But I really wanted to get John Dimaggio to sign my Bender robot. I decided I had to rush the stage, and see if I could get his autograph. So I did, and I did. I also got a photo of him, but it was too close up, and you can't see the robot, and he's looking away. And I had to sit in the back for the Simpsons conference, but it was worth it.

I loved the Futurama conference, so I had high hopes for the Simpsons conference. I'll say now I was disappointed. Instead of a new episode, they showed a recent episode, "I'm Spelling as Fast as I Can," including scenes that were cut when it first aired. I'd cry foul, but for one thing; one of the cut scenes was a parody of Randy Newman's famous score for The Natural: Bart hits a home run, the now-ubiquitous song starts to play, and Bart runs the bases and fireworks erupt. It was dead-on, I thought--perhaps a bit too on the nose. It wasn't particulary funny, but I was just excited to encounter an unexpected Randy Newman reference. (If memory serves, Randy's Natural score was parodied on The Simpsons once before, in "Homer at the Bat") The Q&A had its moments, but often reverted to things already discussed at the Futurama conference, or the always-asked pointless question, "Where do you get your ideas?" Still a fun conference, but a let-down.

I approached the stage, just in case Groening would sign Bender for me. He posed for some photos (not with me), but wouldn't sign anything, so I headed downstairs to get the tickets for the autograph session. But first, I swung by the Adult Swim booth, where Maurice LaMarche, best known as The Brain of Pinky and the Brain, was signing autographs. The line was actually quite short, and he was very friendly. I took a picture ("The first flash took care of the red-eye," he said, "and the second blinded me"), and he signed an Adult Swim montage poster I purchased, made out to "Capt. Mike." I assume he is unaware of the retired San Diego weatherman of the same name. He joked with me briefly and sent me on my way.

Unfortunately, that would be my last autograph fix. There was a mob at the Bongo Comics booth. I didn't really understand where exactly I was supposed to line up for the autograph tickets. It was soon a moot point, as I learned the tickets had ran out. The good news, however, is Matt had come down to the booth, and was posing for photos, so some of us who missed out on his autograph got a nice consolation prize. As I say, I'll hopefully get that photo up here tomorrow, so stay tuned!

Around this point, I was beginning to get a bit bored. The convention was now far more crowded, so it was harder to just browse around. I went and got a few things I had initially passed on, like that deck of playing cards, and a DVD of Takeshi Kitano's Getting Any? I hear its terrible, but its one of the few movies of his I don't have, and as the last film before his motorcycle accident (suicide attempt? I've never been clear on that), marks a turning point in his career. I got that at Drunken Master's booth, which had lots of DVDs I wanted, at very fair prices, but I ultimatly decided on just the one.

Finding less stuff left on the floor I was interested in, I headed to the room where the next conference I would be attending was to be held. That room was currently hosting a presentation with some famous cartoonists regarding some of their most controversial strips. When I arrived, Dan Piraro of Bizarro was discussing some of his most controversial. Jerry Scott of Baby Blues also spoke. It was enough to hold my interest until it was time for the next conference, "Oh, I've Wasted My Life," about Simpsons collectables. This was well-worth attending, if only for the generous gift of B-Sharp Barney figures to all in attendance. They also raffled off several products, including an animated cel, but I sadly did not win. It was interesting, but I must admit I am not as hard-core as most in attendance, so at times it was a bit beyond me. It was supposed to end at 4:30, at which time Brendan Small of Home Movies would be joining C. Martin Croker and Andy Berill (Zorak and Brak, respectively) at the Adult Swim booth to give autographs. With the raffle still going on, I didn't want to leave, but I really wanted Small's autograph. Finally, around 4:50, I hustled off to the Adult Swim booth, to be told the line was full. I noticed Small was about half-way down the line, which went past several more booths before hitting the other two, so I probably should've asked if I could just get in line for his autograph, but I didn't. If I had something Home Movies-related, I probably would, but not having anything specific for him to sign, I didn't care too much. Autographs aren't that big a deal, really. So I hurried back to the collector's conference, and I don't think I missed any raffle, so that was good.

The last event of the evening for me was the Adult Swim conference. This was probably the most crowded of the conferences I attended, and for the most part, I found the crowd a bit annoying. The questions basically involved, I like this show, I like that show, put it on. It was worth attending, however, just to see the clips of upcoming episodes (Space Ghost Coast to Coast isn't my favorite, but the Shatner interview should be good), and to get the T-shirt and DVD they handed out afterwards. Of course, handing this stuff out at the door was probably a bad idea, creaing a horrible bottleneck. Fortunately, a bunch of people near the back kept screaming, "Move your ass," and whatnot, which helped things immensely, of course.

And so my day neared its conclusion. I thought I'd go look around a bit to see if I could find any good Simpsons T-shirt before I left, but had no luck. As I was leaving, I saw Brian Posehn, apparently just there as an attendee. I decided not to bother him.

To recap: I got John Dimaggio to autograph Bender, but not Matt Groening (there's always next year). I did get my photo with Groening, however. I got some free goods, most notably the Adult Swim T-shirt and DVD (one full episode each of Space Ghost and Aqua Teen Hunger Force, to promote the upcoming boxed sets). I purchased:

--2 Simpsons Click Toys (Krusty Burger and Dancing Homer and Marge)

--4 Bongo Comics (all Futurama)

--2 Keith Knight Comics

--1 Chuck the Ugly American Comic with Complimentary Print (he said nice things about Mononoke, and it looked cool, so I figured I'd buy one

--1 Takeshi Kitano DVD, Getting Any?

--1 Comic-Con exclusive Adult Swim Print

I think that about sums it up. My first Comic-Con. I wasn't quite prepared for it. Next time, I'll have a better battle plan. Next time, I WILL get Groening's autograph. I spent a lot of money (less than $100, but just barely, and only because Mom paid for my admission), but for a once-a-year event, it was a lot of fun, and well worth it.

Photos to follow soon.

Went for a run today. Hadn't been in some time. I was too sick to run for a week or so, and then the heat made it too difficult to get back into the swing of things. Ran about two miles today, just to ease into it. Overcast, not as hot as its been, but increadibly humid. But nice to be back in the saddle. Been a bit blue lately, I figure running should boost my spirits a bit.

Pat Robertson continues to aggravate me to no end; and now I read that old guy might have been fleeing the scene of another accident. People suck.

I meant to mention, I thought MacCauly Culkin was in attendance last night for the Trachtenberg Family, only he had black hair, in dreadlocks. As I can find no mention of Culkin growing black dreads on the internet, I am beginning to believe I was mistaken. Bruce McCulloch of "Kids in the Hall" fame was there, however.

I saw The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly on Tuesday. A lot of fun, as always. I believe this was my fourth time seeing it at the Ken, though this time there was twenty mintues of extra footage. The added footage was basically exposition, making plot points abundantly apparent, and were probably unnecessary for a film of its length. But still, it was interesting, especially a scene where Tuco recruits some old friends to help him kill The Man With No Name.

Then yesterday, Wednesday, I went to the Derby to see the Trachtenberg Family Slideshow Players. I had some errands to run, then around one I got on mapquest to see just where I was going. The show didn't start until 8, but I noticed that the Derby is right next to Griffith Park, so I thought I would leave early and go there before-hand, have a picnic and read until it was time to go to the show. I didn't hit the road until close to three, however, and as one might imagine, had quite a bit of traffic all the way.

Around five, it was getting so bad, that I decided to just eat along the way and wait out the traffic a bit, so I got off when I saw an In-N-Out. But I decided I should pick up some local color, so I pulled into a place called the North Woods Inn, which I had noticed on previous trips through what is apparently the town of La Mirada, but reminds me of the least-visually appealing parts of Kearney Mesa. The sign promised sandwiches and dinners, so I figured a sandwich sounded good. The building was built to resemble a large log cabin covered in snow, and inside the look was complimented by wall hangings (paintings, stained glass, taxidermy) which might be considered tacky, but actually seemed to me to be charming. I thought there was sawdust on the floor, but it turns out those were well-trampled shells from the complimentary peanuts on the table (you are encouraged to throw them on the floor). The dinners were around $25-$30, but from what I observed, were huge; everyone seemed to be sharing a dinner (the dinners come with two salads, so I imagine this is encouraged). I just ordered a sandwich, which I gather doesn't happen there often. The open-faced chicken sandwich, it turns out, isn't really a sandwich at all, just a grilled chicken breast, with cheese bread on the side. The bread was amazingly good; soggy, but in this case, that seemed to work in its favor. The salad wasn't bad; I've since learned I was supposed to mix the red cabbage slaw into the salad, instead of eating it seperately, but I enjoyed it on its own. The chicken was okay, nothing special; I assume most people come here for a steak. I ordered dessert, which apparently is unusual as well, or so my waiter told me. He was training someone, and was delighted he could show her how to make a dessert, because no one ever orders them. I guess the dinners are just too big. Interesting place; I can think of lots of reasons not to like it, but it charmed me nonetheless. If I was fond of steaks, I'd go back sometime.

I was there about an hour, and traffic was letting up. I hit more traffic as I got closer, and realized that, my earlier concern that I wouldn't be able to keep busy until the show notwithstanding, I was just barely going to make it on time. So I went straight to the Derby, around 7:40. Turns out the show didn't start at eight, that was just when they would be letting us in. So I had to stand outside for twenty minutes, as the muggy air tried to bring me down. Once they let us in, I was really taken back by the venue. The domed ceiling was impressive, as was the circular bar in the middle of the room. I saw a screen in a side room, and a stage in the main room. I assumed the opening acts would be on the stage, and the Trachtenberg Family would be projecting their slides onto the screen. So I sat at the bar and had a drink while I waited for the first act.

The Moodoo Puppets opened the show, inviting us to sit on the floor and watch the adventures of Martina, a little girl lost in the universe, trying to save a magical school bus. Watching a children's puppet show in a bar was a bit odd, but a lot of fun. The only person under 21 in the whole place was Rachel Trachtenberg, who seemed to enjoy the puppet show; her presence in the audience gave the moment some air of authenticity, as though the puppets were for her and we were just along for the ride. I can't say it was a great puppet show, but it was entertaining, and the Snailian puppet was especially amusing.

The next act, and the highlight of the evening for me, was Gwendolyn and the Good-Time Gang. She has a wonderful voice and just enough perkiness to perform delightful children's songs, without becoming grating. I suppose "effervescent" would be the word. She opened with "Farm Animal Friends," the only song of hers I'd heard before. She also performed "Freedom of the Heart (Oodily, Oodily)," which might be more well-known due to its inclusion on the Chuck and Buck soundtrack. Actually, she sang just about every song on her album, and some more: "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider," a countrified "Bare Necessities." It was not hard at all to see why children would love her, and not much harder to see why the adult crowd was, for the most part, digging her. I bought her CD after the set, and having listened to it on the way home and during my commute today, my favorites are still the songs I loved the most during her set, like "My Anatomy," and, probably my very favorite of them all, "I Don't Think I Like It."

The CD I'm sure would delight any child, and is great, but not as great as seeing her live. Gwendolyn is very good at doing different voices, and for the most part becomes a child on the album. She's good at it, but I enjoyed her live, better, when she was portraying herself as she is, an adult with a childlike appreciation for good innocent fun, rather than a child impersonator, as on the CD. But that said, I still love the CD.

When they were done, I got the CD, then ducked into the side room where the screen was. I got a seat on a wonderful, plush chair, right in front of the screen. I was brooding on my unbelievable fortune for a good five minutes or so, before I realized there were no instruments in the room. Then I looked on the screen, and saw via the televised projection from the other room, the Trachtenberg's setting up on the stage. So I went back to the other room and got as good a vantage point as I could. Sadly, despite the intimate venue, there were a lot of people for the Trachtenberg Family's set, and with the huge honking bar in the middle of the room obstructing the view, it was very difficult to get a good vantage point. And it was hot as blazes. And we were crammed in like sardines. So by the time the Trachtenberg Family Slideshow Players took the stage, I was hot, sweaty, and clausterphobic, and probably not in the best mindset to see the show. So please bear that in mind.

They were fine. Nothing special. "Look at Me" and "Mountain Trip to Japan, 1959" are great (the "secret" portion of their web site has a multimedia clip of "Mountain Trip," but sadly without the apparent public execution). "Middle America" is good, too, though for some reason, given the wonderful potential of the subject matter (it narrarates drivers ed training material), seems to me to fall a little short. Jason Trachtenberg is a bit odd, his ramblings between songs veers erratically between amusing and aggravating. Rachel Trachtenberg's occasional comments are charming, though for the most part you forget about the novelty of the youthful drummer. Maybe because I couldn't see the drum kit from where I was.

What I'm trying to say is, I enjoyed the songs, but still felt let down by their set. I think the imperfect conditions, plus fretting about the drive home, might have put a damper on my mood, so I won't necessarily lay the blame on the Trachtenbergs. In any event, it turns out Gwendoly and the Good-Time Gang was worth the drive alone. There was apparently another act after the Trachtenbergs, which I didn't know about, but it was about 11:30, and I had to work today, so there was no way I was staying. I made it home around 1:20, and after getting Tanner calmed down, went to bed.

Today was an okay day at work, the new ticketing system was having some problems, but overall not much happened. I took a long lunch and went and got my tickets for the White Stripes, that should be fun. Michelle is in town, Eric will be dressing up as a Stormtrooper and marching into Comic-Con. This will be the first time I've ever gone to Comic-Con. Looking forward to the Adult Swim seminar, and the Simpsons stuff. And meeting Keith Knight. I thought his band was going to be playing down here for the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, but apparently not. So it goes. Haven't seen Michelle yet. She and Eric left for a planning meeting with her little Star Wars nerd friends before I got home from work.

I liked this article, which addressed a dilemma I, too, face: What to do when you really like the new Willie Nelson song? I just told myself that its references to lynching and whatnot was a reference to Western movies, divorced from the real lynchings of the South, and that the tune was more cathartic than a real call to action. Had I known his duet was with Toby Keith, I might have had more problems with it. In any event, the message troubles me, but it is a catchy song, so I suppose, if I catch it in one of the rare moments when I'm listening to the radio, I'll listen.

Murder convictions overturned in Ted Binion murder case. This really took me by surprise, though I agree with the court that Tabish's assult charges over the Leo Casey matter should never have been tried with the murder charges. I simply don't believe Casey was telling the truth. In any case, it was unfairly prejudicial towards Murphy to let the jury hear those charges. I personally thought they might be granted a new trial because the prosecution withheld information about a potential mob link to the (alleged) murder.

I'm farily certain the two are guilty, and will probably be convicted again. I could be surprised, though. They know what to expect this time around, and new developments will enable them to attack the forensic evidence much better. If the two weren't such huge morons, they'd probably walk. What did we learn from this case? Don't dig up the mudered man's silver the night you kill him, and don't film yourself stealing from the dead man and potentially destroying evidence the day after you killed him.

I found this old article confirming that the Cove will never again be a theater. I was going to go into downtown after work today to take a picture of what's left of the place, but I forgot about the construction they're doing on Ardath (or La Jolla Parkway, as they decided to rename it for some inexplicable reason), and ended up turning around; I'll check it out when I have a bit more time.

The White Stripes at RIMAC in September. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs will be there, too (the young people are all abuzz about them). Tickets go on sale Thursday; I'll be there.

Bush's latest strategy: If you're getting heat for admitting you were wrong, take it back.

Clear Channel must sell some San Diego stations. Hope they sell some that I'd like to listen to.

I decided to spend a quiet evening drinking daquries and cleaning my room. I found my lost Rushmore soundtrack in the progress. So it was a good night (and the night is still young).

The best folk in the world are carnie folk.

I finally got around to installing Photoshop Elements, and made some photo galleries to share with you all:

Cove Theatre

Tanner

Birch Aquarium

Various Outdoor Pictures

Hope you enjoy them.

A great article from the Las Vegas Review-Journal on casino's strong-arm tactics against card counters.

I had hoped to post about the Lyle Lovett concert last night, when it was fresh, but I was completely exhausted. I hadn't slept well the night before. Then traffic was awful getting to work, work was awful, and traffic was awful getting home. At work, we got a new ticket system put in, which is fine when it works, but it was having all sorts of problems. No worries, though, the other system is still installed, so we can just use that, right? Unfortunately, around the same time, that system went absolutely apeshit, printing out all sorts of bizarre tickets and receipts while the cash drawer just kept opening over and over again, while the screen displayed all sorts of gobbledygook. The computer support guy said that the director's computer started shooting sparks at the same time, so apparently some sort of evil came to visit the aquarium yesterday. In any event, I was already exhausted before I even left for the concert. But once I got down to the bay, I was pretty excited, and forgot about being tired.

Around 7:45, Lyle's band took the stage, and began playing. A few moments later, Lyle himself skulked out on stage in an ill-fitting black suit, and began to sing "Mack the Knife." As the sun was setting and the fog was rolling in, and an amber spotlight illuminated Lyle, his brooding, soulful rendition, that was almost unrecognizable to someone mostly familiar with Bobby Darrin's version, was worth the price of admission alone. I had been reluctant to buy Smile, choosing instead to get more of his older stuff, but having heard "Mack the Knife" and the other songs he played off the album, I'll be picking up Smile today. The band played a bit after that, and then Lyle sang, I believe, "Blue Skies," and I began to wonder if Lyle Lovett had turned into Harry Connick, Jr. But Lyle showed he could reinvent himself as many times in one concert as he has over his recording career. He played his country hits, like "If I had a Boat" and "She's No Lady," standards like "Straighten Up and Fly Right" (I've been in love with this song since hearing Rosemary Clooney's version...Lyle commented on it a bit before playing it, to paraphrase: "This song never made any sense to me, but I try to follow its advice. I think there were some happy people when they wrote this") and "Summer Wind," and gospel and R&B influenced works like "Church" (one of my favorites) and "Here I Am."

Lyle Lovett and his Large Band played for two hours or so, and I'm sure I can't even begin to recount what all he played. It was a great show, though. And Lyle highlighted his band and backup singers well. I can't remember the names of the musicians, sadly, but they were all supberb. A chellist who looked like a svelt Randy Newman, and in fact sang Randy's part when Lyle performed "You Got a Friend in Me," was especially impressive during second encore, when his chello solo brought down the house. All the musicians shined, but it was Lyle's backup singers that deserve the most praise. I missed some of the names, but Sweet Pea Atkinson I recognized, and I was especially impressed by Francine Reed. She brought the audience to its feet more times that Lyle. I'd appreciated her work on Joshua Judges Ruth especially, but had never really given it all that much thought before last night. Her rendition of Nina Simone's "Sugar in my Bowl" was probably her best moment of the night, but picking one is hard. The All Music Guide notes that "her amphitheater performances with Lovett must have surely had an effect on sales of both of her records," which is the understatement of the year; I don't know how you could see this concert and not love her.

The concert got out around 10:30, and I headed home, exhausted. Awesome show, well worth Humphrey's exorbitant cost ($75 to be packed in shoulder-to-shoulder like sardines). Lyle Lovett is just so cool.

Catching up...here's a link to a RealAudio clip of This American Life. Skip ahead to 22:55 to hear Sarah Vowell talk about "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Regarding the controversy between "let us die to make men free" and "let us live to make men free," she says: "In my opinion, die is the way to go. When you get rid of the word die, you erase the most moving idea in the song, that if Christ died for us, we should be willing to die for each other--why give that up? This is the one clear-cut case where you can ask yourself, 'What would Jesus do?' and you know the answer. What would Jesus do? Die."

The New York Observer reflects on the rise in stock of the word fuck. "'I don’t think fuck is the new damn,' said Mr. Karo. 'I think it’s the new the.'"

Sold my stock in Hasbro today, after it hit a 52-week high yesterday. 30% return in three months or so, can't complain about that. I bought it on the cheap, but was still nervous, I don't have much confidence in their management. I think I'm going to keep the proceeds of that sale liquid, because my emergency cash reserves were getting depleted (I've been spending a bit faster than its coming in). Looking around, there's not many bargains out there. Stanley Tools looks promising, however. A bit risky, though; its ironic that the old workhorses are becoming the big risks now. I remember taking a pounding after taking Spencer's advice and buying AT&T. Not to blame him; I took a bigger bath on IBM, all on my own. I'm strongly urging my mom to get out of IBM, but it's one of her larger stocks, and doing anything with it makes her nervous.

Still a bit ill, got out a bit, to get my mail and return some things to Radio Shack I had bought when I was trying to get the cable modem working. But mostly I've just been doing little things around the house, like reviewing my stocks. I like to think I picked up a little knowledge on the subject from my father, though I don't think I've ever heard him mention any of the stocks I own. But at the moment, all of my stocks are up, except for Adobe, which I'm about even on, and my portfolio as a whole is handily beating the S&P 500. I'll be curious to see if I can keep that up in the long haul, but it makes me feel good to know Dad would probably be happy with how I'm managing his money (and I'm sure he's glad I've paid off my high-interest debt I so dilligently hid from him).

Oh, and as long as I'm writing about finances, I might add I wrote my Senators to express my disgust about their sponsorship of legislation to prohibit the expensing of stock options. I also gave them a phone call today to urge them to push legislation to reverse the FCC ruling on media deregulation.

The Will Geer Theatricum Botanicum is presenting King Lear and Lysistrata this Summer. I've never been, but it looks like a neat place to see theater.

Food manufacturers to begin listing trans fat information on nutritional labels. Finally I can stop scanning ingredients for the word "hydrogenated."

Jeffrey Jones gets off easy. I like the guy, his tour de force performance in Ravenous especially, but really, not pleading guilty, but no contest, and then hiding behind the passive voice, "sorry this incident was allowed to occur." Well, gee, I guess its nobody's fault. I just hope Pee-Wee is vindicated, I'd hate to see him fall again.

I'm still sick. Last night I felt awful, a really bad headache on top of everything else; and I don't get headaches often, so I'm not good at coping with them. I didn't get much sleep, but by 4:30 or so I was out until my alarm went off, I think. Called in sick to work and slept until noon. Once I got up and had my coffee, I felt better, just sort of loopy, out of it. But I'm feeling pretty good now, and hopefully, if I can get a good night's sleep tonight, things can get back to normal tomorrow. I had an appointment to donate blood tomorrow, but moved it to Saturday. That was the only day I was free for some time, which is why I picked it, but I'm thinking I might have to reschedule again, since I doubt I'll be fully healthy by then. Oh, speaking of blood, I got my certificate for donating two gallons a few weeks ago. 1/5 of the way to my ten-gallon hat!

Now that I have high-speed internet access at home, I can listen to the Retro Cocktail Hour more often (I listen at work sometimes, but no one else seems to enjoy it). I found an interesting CD referenced on their page, a Lounge Tribute to Eminem. A bit pricy, but I'm mighty tempted. Amazon has more sound clips from the album.

Michael Savage canned, in much shorter order than Phil Donahue. Who would've thought, just because he's told callers to his radio show to get AIDS and die, that he would say that on national television? Shocking, shocking...

I'm sick. I feel better today than yesterday, but if I'm still sick Thursday (Lyle Lovett concert, outside), I'll be pissed.

Barry White's family already feuding over his wealth. I'd have to say the common-law wife wins by a nose, seeing as she did give birth to his child four weeks ago.

Yesterday was a fun day. I went up to L.A. for dinner and a movie. Ate at Farmer's Market. I'd never been there before. Neat place; lots of little restaurants, lots of produce. I just had pizza; I think I was a little overwhelmed by the choices. I didn't buy produce, since leaving it to sit in the car on such a hot day would've been a waste. Then went to the Silent Movie Theater for their holiday weekend screening of The General. I love that movie, not quite as much as Sherlock, Jr., but its still great. The theater itself is great; not presupposing from the outside, but a small, quaint lobby, and the theater itself is very charming. The seats are uncomfortable, but they have pillows on every seat for your comfort. And the walls are decorated with poster-sized photos of silent movie stars, including Fatty Arbuckle, Louise Brooks, Harold Lloyd, and quite a few I'd never be able to identify. The proprieter is young and energetic, bringing to the enterprise the fervent enthusiasm of a recent convert. This is only my second visit, but I certainly hope it won't be my last.

I was disappointed to see the sign when I got there that Janet Klein would not be performing as promised, due to illness. I enjoyed her the previous time I came (when the feature presentation was Harold Lloyd's Safety Last). But it was still a full evening; one of the nice things about the theater is you don't just get a movie, you get a nicely packaged entertainment experience. We didn't get Janet Klein on the ukelele, but there was live piano music during the shorts, and organ music during the feature. The shorts were actually more fun than the feature, probably because I've seen The General several times, but the shorts were new. They showed one of Max Fleischer's Out of the Inkwell cartoons, I believe it's called "Koko Steps Out," and involves a dog pulling the Earth's self-destruct lever. I've seen footage from it many times, but never seen the entire thing. I like in old cartoons (its in just about every Felix the Cat silent cartoon), when the characters interact with the thought bubble or dotted-line-of-sight or other construct, such as when the dog pulls himself up by his light-on-sight line to reach the lever. Next was a Charlie Chaplin PSA for Liberty Bonds, which was fun. It was nice to see in a crowded theater, with everyone hissing that horrible Kaiser Wilhelm. The highlight of the evening, though, was a Laurel and Hardy two-reeler, "Liberty." The plot was basically that Laurel and Hardy, fresh out of prison, are accidentally wearing each other's pants, and need to switch pants. But that eventually leads to the two of them teetering on the edge of an under-construction skyscraper in a hilarious and nerve-wracking finale. I don't know how it was filmed, exactly, but they obviously were at some height, and even though there was surely safety gear in place, it really was scary to watch. I don't mean to sound like some luddite, but it's funny that modern movies with all the special effects rarely can have that sort of visceral impact. I was also impressed that a man as heavy as Oliver Hardy could do such physically demanding comedy.

The feature presentation was The General, and it's still great fun to watch. I think its just that I've seen it many times, but the comedy is not quite as strong as Sherlock, Jr. or Seven Chances, but it's still funny, and takes a lot of risks. I'd recommend seeing it if you haven't, just as I'd recommend the Silent Movie Theater for any Southern Californians who haven't yet been.

Looking for some info on The Wiper Times, and I found (or re-discovered, actually) an interesting site on World War I and Humor. The selections from No Joke look interesting, I'll have to read it when I'm not at work and can give it my undivided attention.

I'm beginning to plan my vacation for next month. I'm going to San Jose, to see my sister (I've yet to visit her new house, or visit her dogs), and see Randy Newman at Villa Montalvo again. His last show was there was great, and well-handled, coming about two weeks after September 11th. Truth be told, had I known about his January gig (I can't make his L.A. appearance on August 22nd, because I'm seeing Paula Poundstone that night), I might have reconsidered going to the Saratoga concert, but I'm glad I'm going, both because I'm always glad to see Randy perform, and because it gave me the impetus to take an actual, non-Vegas vacation.

I'm going to Redwood National Park and the surrounding area. I still haven't made up my mind exactly between camping and staying at a hotel, but since I'm finding accomodations up there are pricy, I think I'll be camping for at least part of the trip. The Eureka Inn looks nice, and would set me back less than $100 a night, which isn't bad considering the dumps look like they'd set me back over $50. But a developed campground in the National Park is $15/night (and I think I can save even more at some of the adjacent State Parks), so I'll probably go that way, but maybe spend a night or two at the Eureka Inn while I explore the more urban side of Humbolt County.

The more I look into it the more excited I am; the park looks so beautiful. I remember driving through it on our way to destinations further North as a child, the trees were amazing, and I'm pretty sure that's one of those things, unlike the penguin encounter at Sea World, which does not merely seem big as a child, to surely disappoint you as an adult. I'm just wishing I began planning sooner. At the very least, if I'd requested a month ago all the information packets I requested this morning, I would most like have received it all in time to help me plan; as it is, I'll probably get it a week or two before I leave. But I have a nice book on the State Park system that has some good side trips into the Lost Coast and other areas to complement the National Park, and if I enjoy it, I can always return next year, since its a nice trip to add on to a trip to Michelle's.

In any event, if any of you are familiar with the area and want to suggest some accomodations, or some can't-miss sights up that way, feel free to e-mail me.

I got an odd survey in the mail yesterday from the DMV. Seems they noticed my liscence plate driving the I-5 North in San Clemente, and wanted me to fill out a survey explaining where I was going, "in order to better serve the community." I looked into the date, and it was the day I was going to LA to dine at Spago's. So I guess I'll send it in, do my civic duty (and apparently, I'm entered to win a prize), but it struck me as rather odd and vaguely disturbing, in a Big Brother sort of way. It reminded me of privacy concerns raised by the red-light cameras; I have to wonder if any spouses opened the survey and were surprised to learn their loved one was not at work after all, but rather off to a romantic dinner at Dana Point.

This heat is so draining, I don't know how I get the energy to do anything. I don't know why it seems so intense now, as opposed to other Summers, I guess its just after all the June Gloom we had, we just went straight into sweltering heat. I ran on the beach on Tuesday, and by the end I felt like I was going to die. Walking the last mile and a half or so back to my car was not fun. Today I went to a BBQ at Kelly's house, which was fun, I got to see her baby as he went in the pool for the first time; he did not enjoy it. I did have fun in the pool, I hadn't been swimming in awhile. I really need to get back into that, as a nice cross-training exercise, but now that its summer, the pool at the Kroc Center is more crowded. But I had fun, good food, and of course, my influence onto the day's proceedings, we ended up playing some cards. I won. But now I'm so tired and its only 9:15, and I can hear the fireworks, but can barely muster up the strenght to go outside.

Okay, I went outside. Pretty colors. And its cool out now. But I'm still exhausted. I intended to run tomorrow morning, make up for not running Thursday because I felt like I was going to pass out, but I have a feeling I might not make it.

Barry White, dead at 58. He died in Los Angeles, but had been living in Point Loma; he used to call in to the local R&B station from time to time. "Your the First, the Last, My Everything" is one of those songs, if I hear it on the radio, I don't care who's in the car with me, I have to crank it up. He will be missed.

Perhaps I shouldn't be so treasonous (by Ann Culter's definition) as to post about this on the 4th, but, "Bring 'em on!?" Was Bush afraid he wasn't regarded as a complete idiot?

This article regarding big business' response to fast-food lawsuits was quite interesting. The lawsuits struck me as a bit dubious, seeing as the dangers of eating deep-fried everything should be fairly obvious, but reading business groups deny a link between fast food and obesity makes one wonder if they really are as truth-challenged as the tobacco industry. And seeing as the lawsuits seem directly responsible for the removal of trans fats from several popular foods, it's hard to dismiss them.

Cox cable came out today, and $50 later, I'm on-line at a decent speed at last (and my television service is vastly improved...The Simpsons have never looked better).

I saw Frauline Else at the La Jolla Playhouse on Sunday. I intended to post a more in-depth review on Monday, but I didn't feel like it. I'll just say I enjoyed it, and the starring actress, who also translated and adapted the play, was excellent.

Today at work was no fun. The computer was down for much of the morning, so I had to hand-write tickets all morning. And the customers seemed to be particularly stupid today. Considering I had a rather fitful night of sleep, waking up feeling quite ill at one point, and having a rather disturbing dream I'd rather not go into, and so was rather worn out to begin with, it just felt like a particulary long day.

I did go for a nice run after work. Ran along the beach for awhile, which was fun; seeing as I run so much in La Jolla, I wonder why I don't run on the beach more often. Running down the road to Black's Beach killed my knees, though, and it was quite hot, so I was pretty worn out, but I got a good three-mile run in, followed by a nice two-mile walk back to my car. Makes up for cutting my long run this weekend short; I could feel a cold coming on.

Would write more...but so very, very tired...

Forgive the atrocious writing of this piece, but I was so excited to see that the Snoopy Sno-Cone maker is being enjoyed by another generation of children, I just had to share it with you all.

Katherine Hepburn dead at 96.

In keeping with the theme of the disturbing toy below, here is an article on the rather twisted toys of yore. Don't have time to read it at the moment, I have to go and actually do my job, but it looks exciting.

Monster Scenes, a fun and wholesome toy for the whole family.

Some history and observations regarding irony.

I saw Capturing the Friedmans last night. I was disappointed, I found it rather dull. I've always been interested by things like the McMartin case, and the Dale Akiki case (San Diego's equivalent, except he more-or-less got his good name back), and thought this case, with the unsympathetic accused (he is assuredly guilty of, at the very least, child pornography), would raise even more issues, by virtue of the murky moral standing of the accused. But what really interested me was the notion that one of the sons had chosen to film home movies while his family disintegrated, and now we could watch these movies ourselves, and grapple with the issues raised in seeing things we probably really have no right to see.

But the home movies are a relatively small part of the film, which is by-and-large a traditional crime documentary, hindered, in my opinion, by the guilt of the supposed victims of injustice. The father is a pedophile, and if you can believe his son's rather sleazy lawyer (who apparently doesn't get too caught up in matters like attorney-client priviledge), seems almost certainly guilty of molesting children. So how worked up can you get over police misconduct, which almost certainly led to an overstatement of the magnitude of the crimes committed, but which, I believe, is based in truth? It may shock me to hear a judge say, paraphrasing, "I knew they were guilty all along," but really, who could blame her?

The film worked better when it dealt with the family's destruction, and the notion of privacy. Hearing David say in his video diary, that it is private, and if we are not him, we shouldn't be watching it, is unsettling when you've paid your money and are settling in to peep into his private life. But we still watch. And that's the most interesting aspect of the film; unfortunately, the speculation as to the subjects' guilt, and whether we can ever know for sure either way, distracts from this aspect of the film.

I enjoyed, as ever, Stuart Klawans' review in The Nation. (I subscribe pretty much exclusively for his reviews) He observes that the film calls for commentary on two fronts: are the Friedmans guilty, and also, "what degrees of violation are involved in using child pornography; following the TV news coverage of a juicy indictment; keeping a camera trained at all times on the members of your family; paying ten bucks to sit in a theater and gape at someone else's family breakdown. To its credit, Capturing the Friedmans urges the latter question on its audience." I also agreed with him that the film has an agenda, despite the insistant claims to the contrary. He writes, "I believe the filmmakers have every right to take sides this way. In fact, I admire the subtle persuasiveness with which they've done so. But I'm also intrigued that so many people deny it's being done." I would speculate that most viewers view the presence of vast amounts of incriminating evidence as counterbalancing an obvious empathy for the family; the strong suspicion of guilt, which the filmmakers cannot (and do not try) to eliminate, conveys a sense of even-handedness in a sympathetic portrayal of the family.

Where I disagree with Klawans would be in his observation that the film's title could have a third meaning, beyond the arrest of the Friedman's and their capture on celluloid: "Capturing the Friedmans quietly convinces us that we, as viewers, may now own the truth--which makes us superior to the cops, the lawyers, the judge and the TV reporters....So the title has a third meaning, as the boast of a satisfied audience." To the contrary, I left the theater feeling a touch of despair, having been reminded how often the truth is unknowable. My contention, as I have said, is that some form of molestation took place (Naked leapfrog? Probably not. But just because the police fumbled the investigation--and probably traumatized some children for life--doesn't mean nothing happened). But I'll never know, and unfortunately no amount of access to home movies and audio cassettes and other things I don't really have a right to access will change that.

I read the curious incident of the dog in the night-time last night; following that link will take you to my comments on the novel.

Strom Thurmund, dead at 100, just days after Lestor Maddox died at the age of 87. As Randy Newman observed of Maddox, "It just goes to prove, only the good die young." (Newman and his song "Rednecks" were actually mentioned in at least one Maddox obituary, that made me smile)

Chad, recently laid off as a teacher in Lemon Grove, has accepted a position to teach in South Korea, for the Department of Defense. I can't quite imagine it, he doesn't strike me as the type able to cope well with foreign environments, but it should be an exciting opportunity for him, force him to go beyond his comfort zone. I just know that Chad has at one point deeply offended just about everyone he's ever met, so I don't know how he will fare in a society which puts an emphasis on decorum and honor. Not to mention the nearby demilitarized zone and all. But it pays well, and will give him experiences he never would have had otherwise.

I got The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time in the mail today. I've read the first fifty pages or so, it's enjoyable. I'll write more about it once I've finished it.

I got the set-up kit from Cox for the high-speed internet connection, and spent the last four hours or so trying to hook it up, to no avail. I got a signal booster from Radio Shack, and while it improved the television reception, did nothing for the modem. The cable company will be sending out a repairman on Wednesday to check out the problem. So now my mom is even more sure that I'm going to mess up the cable and she'll have no TV. But I think they can get it working pretty easily. It just might cost a bit, since the cable company didn't install the various outlets, and thus won't cover the repairs. Oh, well.

Amy Sedaris was on Conan last night, very funny. Then today, the Strangers with Candy DVD finally arrived. Pretty sweet. Unfortunately, the "I've Got G.A.S." episode, a pivitol moment in television history, in my opinion, is not part of season one. So I'll just have to pray seasons two and three some day come out. But what is included is pure gold.

Further update for those following the saga of the morning mail: Still no book from Barnes and Noble. Also, my copy of Neal Pollack's Beneath the Axis of Evil still hasn't come. Filed a compaint with Paypal, which finally got me a response from the company, which assures me it is on its way. As for the Barnes and Noble package, it shipped out of Pennsylvania a long time ago, but still hasn't made it here. Thank God for package tracking; now I know it left Pennsylvania and then dropped off the face of the planet. Amazon definately seems to have them beat as far as shipping speed. Though, in full fairness, in addition to The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, I ordered a ton of books from their clearance rack, so maybe its the weight of the package that is to blame for the slow shipping. Still, I'm getting antsy waiting.

So the Supreme Court has decided libaries have to install filtering software to receive federal funds. And thank God for that; as the Electronic Frontier Foundation observes, filters help protect students from such vile sites as this one: First, it teaches our children to use a question mark, no doubt to ask many an embarassing sexual question. And once our youth have learned about these pleasures of the flesh, this sight will teach them to use explanation marks in expressing these pleasures. What sort of sick bastards want our children to access this filth? I won't even go into the Xena references...

The thing that surprised me about the Foundations' report was, how many pornographic websites were able to get past the filtering software, while legitimate sites were blocked. I mean, if a web site contains words like cunt, fuck, and pussy, how can it get past filtering software, while sites like the one I link to above are blocked? I just don't get it.

I should add, I agree with the Supreme Court decision. I think the law was pathetically ill-advised, but, since an adult library patron can request the filters be overrided if they need to access an improperly-blocked site, I don't see it as a First-Amendment issue.

I voted in MoveOn.org's presidential primary today. I voted for Howard Dean. I figure he's the most electable candidate I can still be fairly proud to vote for. I liked that, in addition to taking my vote, MoveOn asked me to select which candidates I would support, should they get the Democratic nomination. I selected all the declared candidates, except Joe Lieberman and Al Sharpton.

I hope this post has been insightful. I'm pretty drunk. Was feeling depressed today, can't quite say why. So I had a few apple martinis while listening to some of my favorite Randy Newman CDs. Fun times. Always nice to take the time to review the albums, and re-affirm that Sail Away is the greatest album ever.

I signed Mom up for cable internet service today. Should get it hooked up Wednesday. I went out today and bought her a cable modem, and also got a signal booster for the cable, since I think one will be needed. Mom keeps worrying that its going to mess up the cable somehow. She's also afraid she will lose her e-Bay feedback rating, and no matter how many times I explain it to her, I think she believes in her heart of hearts that her reputation in e-Bay will be tarnished by her change in e-mail address. I'll be glad to be surfing the web at a reasonable speed, and not having to deal with busy signals and dropped connections. I am concerned about how well it will work, since the cable is spliced four ways, and the tv signal in the back room, where the computer is, is not particulary strong. But hopefully, with the signal booster, it'll work fine.

For those demanding closure regarding my trip to the post office, my book did not arrive today.

Just accidentally hit the back button, mis-read a warning message Blogger considerately put up, and lost my post. Not that it was too fascinating, but I'm sure you're all eagerly awaiting my comments on the Vanity Fair teen issue.

Today was a boring day at work. Did get some reading done. The Vanity Fair teen issue made me feel old. All those 1986 birthdays, attached to people who could buy and sell me many times over. It was interesting to read, with some sketchy moments; when they refered to Amanda Bynes' "ripening," I was a bit disturbed.

Amber was working; I hadn't worked with her in awhile. I meant to ask her what her plans were, now that she's a college graduate, but I didn't get a chance to talk to her much. We chatted in the morning, but we mostly just discussed Weird Al; turns out she and Paula were also in the audience.

I agreed to work tomorrow, 11-3. I should've just said I'd work all day, get a bit more money. But I wanted to make it to the post office, see if a package I'm waiting for is in. I'm rather eager to read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.

The Onion's What do you think: Media consolodation.

I saw [sic] at the Sledgehammer Theatre tonight. It had its moments; a struggling composer detailing the thought process involved in creating the perfect music to accompany an amusement park ride is brilliant. But I couldn't really get into it. The acting was pretty weak, the set design and staging was too clever by a third, and the writing was guilty of the same unjustified self-confidence that plagues the characters. The constant opening and closing of doors to the three twenty-somthings' apartments, and the shuffling about from room to room, like something out of Scooby-Doo, no doubt seemed clever and high-spirited in rehersal, but I found it almost unbearably cloying. And lest we look down on the young people with their petty problems, we get to see, from an ankles-eyed view, the break-up of a more mature relationship as well. And apparently there's a dead old woman, who figures in somehow. Again, it had its moments, and however hollow the characters may come off, you have to have some sympathy for a man who will tie his future to a new career in auction barkering, in the age of E-bay. But overall, I'd recommend you pass on this one.

I see my grades were posted on-line today. B- in Econ, C+ in African-American Lit. I was satisfied, all things considered. It is disappointing, especially the C+, since I think I had a pretty solid A- going into the final paper; so apparently I received a 0 on the final paper, which is fair, the syllabus said no late work would be accepted. As for Econ, if I had just studied a tad more for the final, I could've at least made it a solid B. But a 2.5 GPA isn't shameful, and this is the first quarter I actually completed an upper-division course, so I think I'm beginning to get back into the swing of things. Now, if only I can actually complete a full course load in the fall, I can begin to actually think about graduating sometime.

Went for a nice 5 mile run this morning. I originally planned to run in San Clemente Canyon, but as I headed in that direction, I encountered rain, so I turned around and went to Mission Trails Regional Park, where it was dry. My feet are a bit sore, though, think I need to get new running shoes.

Crap...I wrote a nice, long post regarding last night's Weird Al concert, and when I went to submit it, it apparently got lost...I was hoping it would resurface in the morning, which has happened before, but no dice. I will try to recreate it as best I can, but it will probably be a bit briefer.

To summarize the rest of the fair, not as horrifically boring as I remembered, but not a lot of fun, either. Did some shopping, saw a hypnotist show. The hypnotist was actually more entertaining that I thought. Early in the show, a big fat guy who volunteered was sitting on a folding chair, when the hypnotist pushed down on him, the chair collapsed. This unplanned moment of hilarious humiliation delighted the crowd, there to see planned moments of hilarious humiliation. We then ate, good food, terrible service, it took us an hour and a half to eat, we barely made it in time for the concert (which ended up starting twenty minutes late).

I wasn't quite sure how the show would be; I was a big fan of Al as a youngster, and I still enjoy him, but wasn't quite sure what a Weird Al show would be like. I had heard he was an energetic performer, and put on quite a show. And I was not disappointed; it was a great concert. Lots of costume changes for the various songs (including full fat suit for "Fat"), which just emphasized his talent in being able to switch gears so effortlessly, into so many different musical genres. The crowd was an interesting lot, lots of kids, lots of parents, and lots of the Nerd-and-proud-of-it types. I was sitting next to two girls, about twelve or thirteen, with their home-made signs (which deposited quite a bit of glitter on me when they were shaking them for Al) and lots of enthusiasm. The girl immediately next to me, her excitement apparently was only surpassed by her BO; the stench was actually quite a distraction at times...but then I guess the odors are part of the excitement of a fair, no?

The show opened with a video montage, which was amusing. I liked that, alongside such things as The Brady Bunch and Looney Tunes clips, Al included stuff from more eclectic sources, like Freaks and Un Chien Aundelau (he cut to something else before the razor met the eyeball). After a few minutes of this, Al emerged.

I did not take notes or anything (it wasn't a Randy concert, after all), so I have just recreated the set list to the best of my ability...I know I've left out several songs, and I can't guarantee the order is right, but I think it will give you a good idea of basically what he performed:

--"Couch Potato," Al's Eminem parody, which really is impressive in its performance. The song is amusing, but really its Al's rapping skills, and ability to adopt a persona so antithetical to his own performing style, that impressed me.

--"Angry White Boy Polka" took on a whole new level seeing it performed, with Al's smiling face and emotive eyes intensifying the dichotomy between lyrics and music.

--"Party at the Leper Colony" Um, Al, they actually perfer "Hanson's Disease." I don't really care for this song too much.

--"Trash Day" Good performance, but an unremarkable song.

--"Dog Eat Dog" I had the Polka Party album as a kid, but haven't listened to it in well over a decade, and did not remember this song. Al had gone off-stage to change, some video clip was shown, and I suddenly perked up when the band began to play "Life During Wartime," one of my favorite songs ever. I was unaware Al had ever parodied the Talking Heads. But then Al came out, in David Byrne's trademark oversized suit from Stop Making Sense, probably my personal high point for the concert. The song was more of a stylistic parody, borrowing from several songs, including "Life During Wartime" and "Once in a Lifetime." The song was great, and also featured Al's most impressive dancing that I've ever seen. I know I have often put on the Stop Making Sense DVD and tried to emulate Byrne--It's hard! So kudos to Al...now I have to either find my Polka Party cassette, or buy it on CD.

--"Your Horoscope for Today" This is a fun song. A lot of his fans were singing along. The "kill them" moment was classic.

--"All About the Pentiums" Another enjoyable twist for Al. But does computer programming and "bling-bling" still go together?

--"Wanna B Ur Lovr" I didn't really care for this song too much on the CD, but live, it was funny enough.

--"Melonie" An oldie but a goodie.

--"One More Minute" I like this song. Unfortunately, I was listening to it from the bathroom, so I missed most of Al's wandering through the audience on this one.

--I believe it was now that Al went into medley mode. This including bits from "Beverly Hillbillies," "Jurassic Park," "E-bay," "Rye and the Kaiser," "Pretty Fly for a Rabbi," "Gump," "Ode to a Superhero," and other songs I'm forgetting now. I was glad "E-bay" was just in the medley, its not my favorite (and it doesn't help that E-bay's own advertizing has such great parodies). "Rye and the Kaiser" is one of my favorites, one of those rare breed of Weird Al songs that are both funny and also seem to powerfully evoke the same emotions as the original song ("King of Suede" is another).

--"Eat It" Of course.

--"Smells Like Nirvana"

--There were more songs, I believe, but my addled brain will have to skip to "Fat," his closing song. Fun song, great performance, love the fat suit.

--Encore: Star Wars-themed. "The Saga Begins" and "Yoda." Nice way to end the evening.

I hope that was accurate, I make no guarantees. But I did have a lot of fun, and am glad I went. Unfortunately, the concert wasn't over until ten, so when I went back to buy the Amazing Pasta Pro and other must-have items I intended to pick up after the concert, they were closed. But I did bring home some roasted soybeans (yummy), the memories of eating a deep-fried Snickers bar (not very pleasant), and great memories of Al.

What have I been up to since finals? Not much. Ran in a 5K for the San Diego Blood Bank. My official time was 22:13, though I thought the clock said 22:10. Either one is good, considering the disorganized starting line and the crowd getting out of Embarcadero Park. It was a fun race, though, and they provided a lot of good food before and after the race. Other than that, I've just been taking a laid-back approach to beginning summer. I just try to get at least one thing done that needs to get done. Today I got an oil change and my tires rotated. I used to take my car to Valvoline, until they charged me for work they didn't do, which pissed me off, naturally. Then I was going to Jiffy Lube, which did good work, and just as important, didn't try to sell me things I didn't need. I recommended it to quite a few people. But then that changed, and the last two times I went there, they were trying to get me to pay out hundreds of dollars in unnecessary work (which I wouldn't get even if it was necessary, since I was already shopping for a new car). Then they really screwed my mother the last time she went in. I decided I'd rather not do business with people who rip off widows, so for my new car, I've been taking it to the Toyota dealership. They try to sell you a bit more than you need, but they're low-key about it: they advertise various services in their advertizing and signage (I'm sorry, but I'm not getting new spark plugs every 15,000 miles), but if you just ask for an oil change, you just get an oil change. I got an oil change and tire rotation for $50. It took a half-hour (half the time they had promised), and they gave me two Padres tickets for coming in. My last oil change was free, for buying the car from them, and every fifth oil change is free. I believe they want $26 just for an oil change, so when you consider the perks, its actually cheaper than the Jiffy Lube and Valvoline scum.

Well, its been awhile since I've posted any more than a quick link here, but with finals ending and all, I was busy, and then needed time to recover. Finals went poorly. I was not really prepared for my econ final, no one to blame but myself, and maybe the fact that econ is boring. For the most part. Anyway, my literature paper was more of a disappointment. I did a fair amount of research for it, and started writing it early the night before it was due, which isn't too bad, since I was prepared. But Microsoft Word was not loading; it had gotten corrupted, apparently. No worries, I'll write my paper using WordPad. Which was educational. Turns out, WordPad really is bare-bones; apparently, we're not all suckers for paying money for Word after all. I couldn't even add page numbers. More distressing, I couldn't create endnotes. So I simply marked where the endnotes belonged, and decided to worry about it in the morning. The paper wasn't due until one, after all.

Skip to that morning. I had contacted Cecily that evening, and she agreed to allow me to use her computer. She would be in class, but I had a key and could let myself in. But first, I have to go to the library, because I forgot to write down the author of a magazine article I had cited, and the database that had directed me to that article could only be accessed by computers on campus. So I went to CLICS, a more convenient library, as far as parking is concerned, than the HSS library where the article is located on microfiche. So I pull up the database, and it turns out it also does not know the author of the piece. So I have to hike over to the main library and again find the original article to get the author. And then rush back to my car to get over to Cecily's to fix my paper before the deadline. So I get to Cecily's, make the changes, which took longer than I anticipated, and printed the paper. With one page to go, the printer runs out of paper. I don't know where Cecily keeps her paper, and don't want to rummage through all her possessions, she might frown on that. But I look all over, and am about to give up and print the last page on some sort of scratch paper, when I find the paper right under the computer, where I'm certain I'd looked before. So I get the paper assembled and am off to hand it in. It's finals week, parking shouldn't be too bad, I'm sure I'll at least find a metered spot. Like virtually every day, the metered spots had been roped off for some VIPs, and there is no parking. I finally find a twenty-minute loading spot, which should be plenty of time, but when I get to my professor's office, no professor. I still have about fourty minutes to hand in my paper, so she should be there. I decide to move my car into a legal spot, and then investigate. I see a metered spot, but I turn onto the wrong street, and by the time I get turned around, its gone. As are any spots at all. I go back to the loading zone I was in, but its full, too. I'm getting pissed off, and eventually decide just to park in the one open faculty space I can find. I go back to her office, still no professor. Finally, I decide just to get a time/date stamp from the front office and put it in her mailbox. On the way home, I'm getting annoyed at the professor, until I get home and consult the syllabus, and discover the paper had been due the day before. So I write a very contrite e-mail to my professor, but get no response. The paper is only 20% of our grade, and I think I had an A going in, so it shouldn't be a major deal, but if she elects to not accept the late assignment, and enforce the "all work must be completed to receive a passing grade" proviso of the syllabus, I'm toast. Which sucks, because I thought this quarter was going swimmingly.

Well, that was long and dull and of no interest to anyone, I appologize. I just felt like getting that out, so I can move on to whatever post-school issues might bear discussion. I'm going to the Fair tomorrow, to see Weird Al Yankovich. Should be fun, I think. I loved Weird Al as a child, even before listening to the music he was mocking. Until I was old enough that the image of Paula Abdul's gyrations in "Cold-Hearted," themselves a Yankovichian parody of All That Jazz, could bring me over to the sexy world of pop music, Al's wide-ranging humor, on topics as diverse as TV and food, were very satisfying. And I hear he puts on quite a show.

I had thought it odd that the granola bars I so enjoy had a Nature Conservancy logo on them, reading this Washington Post expose on the charity helps explain matters. Taking money from oil and logging interests is bad enough, but for Christ's sake, once you've built up $3 billion in assets, maybe its time you stop begging the little people for money. In a lot of ways, it reminds me of Morris Dee's Southern Poverty Law Center, which was exposed in the newsletter CounterPunch. Enough money in its trust fund to basically be solvent forever, yet their fundraising letters brag about an old woman forgoing a winter coat to give to them. Sickening.

The kid that had a report on space revisited.

Seal attacked by shark off La Jolla coast. Yet more proof that the politicians and spoiled rich WASPs who want to re-open the Children's Pool to children are absolute morons..."Hey, let's have our children swim with shark's natural prey, that's a great idea..."

You can be anything you want, says fictional character.

I've been tired, so I have not yet posted about my attendance at the scoring session on Tuesday. My appologies. It was amazing. Unlike last time, where I was seated in front of the control panels where the director and sound technicians were working, this time I was behind them, so while watching Randy work, I could also see the director of Seabiscuit and the rest of the crew, and better understand how the process of scoring works on a macro level. The score sounds great, like a Natural for the people, you might say. One song he was writing, referred to as "The Crash," corresponds to a scene involving the Great Depression. I complemented him on it when he came over to greet us before lunch, and he said, "Yes, the depression was sad, I think I managed to convey that." Speaking to him at the end of the day, he was less sanguine about how the scoring process was going, and looked exhausted. But if things were going badly for Randy, he never took it out on the orchestra; he was always professional in dealing with them, and often joked with them about music and composers; some jokes about John Williams I didn't really get seemed to crack up both the musicians and the technicians in the booth ("That is so true," I would hear them remark). Near the end of the day, Randy even took to the piano, playing a bit of Heart and Soul to the delight of all, and (I forget if it was before or after that) sung out a bit of "The Old Rugged Cross."

This was the second time I attended a scoring session with Randy Newman (I previously attended a session for Monsters, Inc.). What did I learn this time? Really, the same things I learned last time. Two things in particular stick out. One, Randy Newman is an amazingly kind and generous person, and a brilliant composer. And two, Hollywood studio musicians are incredibly talented. Playing music they have never seen or heard before, and which is being re-written as they perform it, and being forced to constantly adapt to the requests of the composer and film director. And they are almost flawless, I don't think there was more than one or two missed notes the entire day. Oh, and a third thing I took away, which I can't believe I almost didn't mention because it is really the most impressive thing when you are actually there, in person, on the set: Scoring a film involves a lot of money. It's amazing how much time and effort goes into the process. I don't think they finished more than ten minutes of film the day I was there. And there was talk about redoing some of that music later in the week (the director wanted to add a fiddle, or as he called it, a "bluegrass violin").

Thank you, Randy, for such an amazing experience. I'm looking forward to seeing him in Saratoga in August (he'll be in Cerritos in August as well). UCLA Live is putting together a two-day tribute to Randy Newman in January (a Newman concert one night, followed by an all-star tribute to Randy the next). You better believe I'll be there both nights. (They're also going to have Firesign Theatre, Michael Moore, and a Kronos Quartet tribute to Edward Gorey, so I might have to look into season tickets or something...can't wait until they announce the details).

School's done, except for finals. I thought I got a decent night's sleep, so I don't know why I'm so very, very tired.

I'm on for the Seabiscuit scoring, spending tomorrow watching Randy Newman at work! Very exciting, and a bit unnerving, both that Randy would be so, so generous to his fans, and that he actually said he wanted our smiling faces there. I'll try to post about my experience as soon as possible, but I might be limited in what I am free to reveal (I'm already holding back a bit), so I may not be able to speak very frankly about it. I'm so excited!

Today was my group presentation on Ernest Hogan for my African-American Humor class. I arrive in class, and the professor arrives and writes the list of presenters on the board. We are dead last, fifth of the ten-minute presentations to give in the fifty-minute class, and all the groups thus far had been going over their alloted time by a wide margin. So I figure I'll have to wait until Wednesday, which really blows, since I would like this over, not hanging over my head during the excitement of tomorrow. So three groups go, and their is only about six minutes left in class. So the professor says something to the effect that, since the Redd Fox group had audio-visual tools to use, they couldn't go in six minutes, so Ernest Hogan would go instead. So having wiped all thought of giving my presentation from my mind, I had to quickly regroup and begin my presentation. No sooner than I had finished my first portion of it (about five minutes) and passed off to my partner, than the professor pulls the plug, telling us to give her our notes and she'll evaluate us from those. So, its over with, and I assume we'll probably be graded more leniently given the circumstances, but it was a stressful hour. Glad to have it done, though. Now, I just have to crank out a research paper on Eddie Anderson and Robert Guillaume, and take an econ final, and this quarter is done and the summer is mine! Apparently, work is fine with me continuing to work just three days a week, so I'll have plenty of free time to do all the things I want to do (though I'm pretty certain they'll bump me up to four days pretty soon, which is okay, more money for me).

Neal Pollack on today's FCC ruling.

Terrifying Bill Passed During NBA Finals.

Bassist Unaware Rock Band Christian.

I was reading another article on the FCC's deregulation drive (the big vote is tomorrow, apparently), and it was the same old stuff, which again made me wonder: Does the FCC really have that much of a choice? I hate the idea, and I hate the anti-democratic way the FCC is going about what will have a horrendous impact on our media in this country, but haven't the courts forced them to this? Court rulings have repeatedly said, if the FCC cannot justify these rules about ownership, they have to go. I completely disagree that these rules are not justifiable, but if the FCC has lost in court and is to some degree being forced to approve these changes, shouldn't we be a little easier on them? Again, I think these rule changes are disasterous, but I haven't read an article critical of them that has really dealt with these court rulings.

Bush silenting dissent from Head Start (subscription required, or I think you can sit through some ads and get it for free). Ironic that Bush would preach about state's rights and yet try to cut parents and the local community out of the loop in determining how to educate children at their most pliable. But what would you expect from the conservative Republican who has turned homeland security into an enormous new unfunded mandate (don't hear that phrase too much now that the Republicans are calling the shots), when states are dead broke.

Halliburton settles regarding accounting fraud while Cheney was in charge. You would think, if Bush was serious about corporate accountability, he wouldn't be awarding contracts to a company that cooked the books, would you? To be fair to the Republicans, I should also ask where Barbara Boxer gets off telling the Financial Accounting Standards Board how to do its job. I can assure you she lost one vote.