Andrew's Serenepia is in the midst of a discussion about the difference between good exploitation and bad exploitation as regards Indian coir-mat workers. Andrew is completely wrong, of course, but the post and comments (my own being by far the best) are quite interesting. Read it if only for my great review of Greg Costikyan's First Contract.
My hair is about 3mm long now. The long-threatened buzz-cut finally happened. You can't go bald if you shave your head, right?
Amusing side-effect: I could now very easily win a Jacques Villeneuve (left) look-alike contest.
Last night I went to the Burnaby Velodrome, the only, er, oldest indoor velodrome on the continent.
I had only ridden the velodrome once before, two years ago during an open-house event. But I have ridden just enough fixed-gear to have familiarity with the idea (never stop pedaling). So I paid my drop-in fee, rented a bike, and went for it.
Most annoying aptitude test ever. I scored 78/79. (þ: Colby Cosh)
Presidential debates, Al Gore thinks he knows everything, John Kerry turned orange, stop me when I find something that will matter in 10 years.
Ah yes. Rutan's SpaceShipOne (Burt: put the spaces back in that name) did its first qualifying X Prize flight today. One notable glitch: the plane barrel-rolled more than 20 times during the ascent. That's not right.
The day dawned foggy, and the drive along Barnet Highway reminded me of something odd: video game special effects have taught me to look at the real world more closely.
So, I must be feeling better, because I'm at work, right? Right.
This morning's ride in was euphoric after so many days of virally-enforced house arrest. I got on the bike, flew up my favourite hill (Clarke Road), and charged through my trip to work. I felt happy, I talked to cars, I greeted onlookers at bus stops, I generally enjoyed myself. Maybe it was the endorphins, maybe it was lightheadedness, but the ride in was superb. Really a glad-to-be-alive moment.
Posting is frequent but disease-ridden, as yr. humble servant is still home and ill-at-ease. But as the title says, 100% better! That, of course, doesn't mean I'm anywhere near good.
So, Colby Cosh is trying to scare the heck out of me with this story just as my body is fighting a pitched battle with something that started as a sore throat last night and has progressed nicely into sniffles and general weakness today.
So, I checked out one of the new episodes of Duck Dodgers that have been airing lately. yes, I know, but The Lovely One has often commented on my complete lack of televisual taste.
Actual dialogue:
Porky: Trust your feelings, Captain.
Duck Dodgers: Nah, I'm pretty sure I'll use this expensive targeting computer.
I'll be watching more of this one, I can see.
