Saturday, November 18, 2006

one reason why i like my job

If you go to the Exploratorium, and mosey upstairs to the Listening exhibition, and find the half-car exhibit, and by half-car I mean a formerly whole car that has been literally sawn in half, you can hear my voice in the exhibit! It's a sort of Click and Clack-esque what's making that funny noise kind of thing. Despite my not having owned a car since 2002, evidently my car is making a rapid clanking sound...

Thursday, November 09, 2006

it's weird to feel optimistic about government...

...and sad to think I may never write a poem as beautiful as what you get when you put some line breaks in a Rumsfeld transcript (courtesy of Slate):

Glass Box

You know, it's the old glass box at the—
At the gas station,
Where you're using those little things
Trying to pick up the prize,
And you can't find it.

And it's all these arms are going down in there,
And so you keep dropping it
And picking it up again and moving it,

Some of you are probably too young to remember those—
Those glass boxes,

But they used to have them
At all the gas stations
When I was a kid.

—Dec. 6, 2001, Department of Defense news briefing