2010: We’re not as thought as we doomed we were?

2010:  A REASON FOR ALL CAPS (AT LEAST UNTIL THE JUMP)

1. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

2. FOOL ME ONCE YOU CAN’T GET FOOLED AGAIN

3. THE YEAR OF LEARNING TO UNBREAK THINGS

4. THE YEAR WE PUT THE BRAKES ON

5. HOW WE LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE CLIMATE CHANGE

Signs of a Weekend Well Spent

1. All but one overcoat down off the hangers

2. Two pans of bacon grease left on the stove

3. A new clown costume folded up in the closet

4. Thighs, calves, knees and feet that keep threatening to cramp up

5. Twenty Three fewer superballs in this apartment

Crayon Thieves

It takes a lot of noise to wake me up, but the car alarm did it.  Not after a minute either; I was alert in time to hear the thieves gun the engine of their getaway vehicle and roar away.  Waking is different from rising, though, and it took me a few minutes to realize that the claxon wasn’t going to be turned off by a neighbor, and what’s more, it was coming from up the street where my own sweet Agnes was parked.

Creative throughput

There’s a lot of creative ideas buzzing through my head, above and beyond the blogjam salon (which I’ve done nothing about after that first brainstorm), including the webcomics, the novel(s), the 23 iterations project, the political organizing, and also the really weird ones. 

Design notes for the “blogjam salon project”

I may have written online about this somewhere else. Like so many ideas in my head, like the camera in the shape of a gun and the uber-realistic streetfighting video game that uses real people like the Pope and that vagrant on Lakeshore, I’d be just as happy to see some one else make this happen, just to see it live in the world.

1. Come up with a snappier, more descriptive name
2. Once a month, people meet at a bar with a good happy hour, quiet background music, and free (or sponsored) wifi, and at this bar they spend an evening hashing out the details for a new website (favoring blogs) that ought to exist but doesn’t. They register a url, set up a wordpress/google-page/what-have-you, produce the first 5 to 20 pages of content, email all their friends to announce the launch, and print out business cards to pass out to everyone at the bar.

Would you trust this man to sit quietly at the back of your bookstore?

Nov 19, 2005 1:54 PM, originally uploaded by itchy biscuit.

The second or third to last time I’ve attended a poetry reading, emerged out of the corners of a room like a chthulian harbinger, and worn that jacket.

Oh. Oh my. Oh my suspenders and gloves.

Itchy Biscuit in all his glory, originally uploaded by daimianholiday.

I suppose this must have been Halloween 2005, seeing as daimian posted it in August of the following year.

It’s worth noting the apple and the pomegranate juice in the background. I do wish my tie wasn’t tucked into my waistband. This may need to become my web-icon everywhere.

Be liberal in your quest for evidence

and miserly with your trust in …  that other thing that more often misleads than rewards…

I went to the A’s opening day awhile back.  I left convinced that my anti-terrorist plan to promote the distant constituent project is a must-do for this coming year.  I also noted:

you can’t watch every pitch, so you never know when you’re going to miss a crucial moment.  It’s a game of inches, & there’s a mile of agonizing anticipation between “looks like the game’s over” & the actual, final out.

Munish always wants photos of my hijinx

But I’ve never acquired the habit, and by the time I’m all done up and out on the town ready for mayhem, snapping a pic is the last thing on my mind.

So, there’s no caught-light record of the debut of the Rabbi Itchy Biscuit at Tomkat’s Open Mic tonight at the Oakland Metro tonight.