Could be fun for on the run stuff, going on vacation and needing some transportation.
Also: you guys missed some good fooding at Mikes. Mmmmm pesto chicken and all kinds of goodness.
“If ever a time should come, when vain and aspiring men shall possess the highest seats in Government, our country will stand in need of its experienced patriots to prevent its ruin.” Samuel Adams
As a city-dwelling liberal douche who drives a Subaru, I’ve always thought that this web site speaks to me. But I think this might be my favorite quote of all time, from an article about how much white people love Vespas:
Within white culture, your choice of transportation method says a lot about you. For example a Prius says you care about the Earth, a bicycle shows you REALLY care about the earth, and a bus shows that you are probably not white.
Last week as I was walking in to work one morning, a co-worker of mine, Larry, was pulling in at the same time, and as he got out of his pickup I couldn’t help notice him smiling and asked what was up. “I just listened to the same Steely Dan song like 50 times in a row on my way in the morning. That’s my favorite band ever.” I was a bit surprised- I’d heard of Steely Dan, and heard a song or two on the classic rock station, but had always dismissed them as some generic 1970’s rock band.
Last Sunday we were having brunch at a cafe/ record store in downtown Greenville, and as I was perusing the record selection I stumbled across a copy of “Katy Lied”, an album Steely Dan did in ’75. I picked it up, 7 bucks, figuring, what the hell. Man, is it _good_. I mean, really good. You’ve likely heard “Black Friday” on the radio, but off the album its much, much better. Then I realized I had an old 8 track of “Aja”, another SD album, at home, so I listened to that last night. The 7minute 37second version of “Deacon Blues” is a masterpiece. “Josey” is another gem. Highly recommend. Also, when a guy who plays in a band tells you to listen to something, listen to it.
The Buffalo PD is having their unclaimed property auction on Saturday morning. It looks like they’ve got a bunch of bikes, as well as electronics, jewelry, and some other stuff. Anyone want to go?
New York City is offering free one-way airline tickets to the homeless population. As long as there’s someone on the other end of the flight who has agreed to take them in, any family is eligible.
This makes me want to rent a house in Celebration, FL, the Walt Disney town, and start flying down homeless by the planeload. Enjoy a little taste of reality, you gated community bastards.
Amusing article on Deadspin about Ice Cream trucks. My favorite line (and subsequent user comment):
“Some day, there will be an NFL player with the first name Sherbet.
He’ll probably be related to Oranjello and Lemonjello. ”
New pictures from the first work party, last Saturday, for the Fall 2009 race. Enjoy!
As of right now, things are looking grim for Mickey Kearns. The incumbent, the incompetent and corrupt Byron Brown, is sitting on a million dollar war chest. Mickey, a first term Councilman from South Buffalo, has sixteen thousand dollars to work with.
Worse, some of the local muckrakers, guys like Paladino and Golisano, aren’t backing either side. They hate Brown, but they don’t think Kearns can win. The checkbooks are staying closed.
The Republicans might not even bother running anyone. This is a city, after all, and the real election is the Democratic Primary. The Republican candidate is usually just a straw man, at best. Kevin Helfer ran a good campaign last time around, and he got slaughtered by the Brown machine.
Well, looks like another three years of bad press conferences, nice suits, misspent money, and stupid plans. Hurrah for all of us.
Norm, one of the EE’s here at the plant, was waiting by the coffee machine for the dripping to cease on a fresh pot when I walked over for a cup. He had just picked up the sugar container and told me to go ahead and get mine (since I take it black) because he wanted to put the cream and sugar in his cup before the coffee. “It mixes up better” he told me. To which I replied:
“Do as you oughta, add acid to water”