May 26th, 2011


Linen bed sheets versus flannel

I do not know whether my local readers in Los Angeles recalls the brief and scary introduction spring sprung on us in early March. I was about ready to exchange the flannel sheets for the linen sheets as using blankets at night was challenging enough. We are already in May and I still got my winter bed sheets on the bed as blankets. Have the seasons shifted?

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Behold a pale horse

The last time a book caught my interest was when there had been so much commotion over the Da Vinci code. Following that great novel were various versions of conspiracy theory books. One of them had some information about Christ and a somewhat more scientific calculation of when he was born. Having something of a Jesus complex myself, thanks to this book, I came to wonder whether it might be true that he could have been born on the same day I was, making us both Pisces born on a cusp.

I lost track of that book before making an honest attempt to read past the blurb. I wish I had logged the title of it so I might try to read it now.

I keep saying I'll jot things down so I don't have a giant question mark over my head all the time. That's why I'm writing about this book title before I've even read it. It's by William Cooper. God, my college design teacher's name was Cooper.

The book looks interesting enough. It is about the writers recollection of such things as the Kennedy assassination, UFO's, the iron curtain, etc. Apparently, this William fellow has a lot of inside information having been a member of the U.S. Naval Intelligence briefing team. Doesn't this just sound exactly like NCIS?

This book is available at your local library. Flipping thru the pages reveals scans of letterhead docs, faxes, memos and what-not. Call number is 353 C7775 1991

Oh shoot! This book's been published already? Since1991? Ooh, look at the pretty Rahman symbol behind the title page next to the publishing company information. I didn't know this was a reissue. There's something about the smell of a new book, though. Isn't there?

I'am here: CA, USA

I ♥ this photo

finding pictures like these on twitter is the only reason I subscribe. My phone alerts me several times a day, and I fantasize that maybe it could be somebody sending me a real, personal text message. Half the time it turns out to be somebody re-tweeting an original tweet for which I've set my cell phone to sound when something new is posted.

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The topsey turvey report

Ions ago I surfed the web hunting for information that could fill in the gaps while I contemplated a freelance career storyboarding. I discovered a cool little site called showbiz data dot com which contained updated information on pitch sales for movie ideas. I know that technically a pitch sale isn't the same as an actual script sale, but I began tinkering with ways to manipulate the updated data at the site so that I could include it in my blog infer the subject showbiz data.

Unsuccessful as I was, regardless of what a seasoned hacker might think, I began to manually visit the web sight and copy and paste the info into BBEdit so I could manipulate the HTML code there. What I was thinking was that I would accumulate loads of this sales data and use the search feature in my lj profile to do title searches for movies that are being released. This would give me a rough idea of how long it takes for a movie to be made from it's inception. To this day, considering I scrutinize this list by hand before posting and so read most every title in it (so that I can cross out anything affiliated with dreamworks and/or Spielberg, I don't think anything from the list has actually completed the production phase. This makes me feel like showbiz data is BS, only after people's money by enticing them with phoney pitch sales to appeal to their curiosity over what else the web site can offer them with a paid membership.

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heaven et hell

It's a... Have a cigar, or would you rather have an espresso?

I heard this on the news yesterday*. A Canadian couple doesn't want to reveal the sex of their new born baby. And why should they? Who's business is it anyway, unless they came up with the idea as a means to gain free publicity. Who wouldn't want to cash in on their 15 minutes of fame while they're conscious of their actions anyway. I know I would.

It really gets my gourd when I hear the career commentators share their idea of inhumanity by focusing so much attention on the private lives of a family minding their own business, or possibly influencing the way others might choose to raise their child.

Recalling my own mixed up ideas about sex, I remember clearly, as though it was yesterday, being corrected by a sibling as to what sex I was (after having been asked by somebody I can only describe as a fog). Thank god for older brothers and sisters.

It isn't as though the child will be prohibited from knowing what it's sex is when all it needs to do is ask somebody, and maybe reveal a little genital. But is that really something of a sin between the innocence of youth? Why am I even concerned? Could it be I feel traumatized for not saying I was a boy when I was asked by some stranger, and having to have been corrected by my older sister? I'll say this though, there are plenty of family photos of me wandering about without my drawers, letting it all hang out. That I don't remember posing for such pictures could not have possibly traumatized me; yet seeing the pix and being told it was me, eh. Maybe I never married for fear that those pix would find their way as a bonding mechanism between mother-in-law and spouse.