Turkish and I are both irritable. The weather has been both damp and cold, and neither of us is much interested in experiencing it first-hand. At least I can dump my outer garments in the washer; a filthy Turk’ requires bathing, a process not unlike juggling caltrops. So we crouch indoors, brooding.
Our government once again appears to be living up to our increasingly lower expectations, playing keepaway with the Illinois Senate seat formerly held by the president-elect as the Gaza eye-for-an-eye insanity rolls into its 12th day and the prospect of years of deficit spending threatens to set your children and grandchildren to surfing a tsunami of red ink.
Closer to home, I just got word that VeloNews is shifting its production schedule for the March issue and suddenly I have to pull a cartoon out of my ass by close of business tomorrow. And Apple once again fails to announce either an iPhone Nano, iPod Touch with camera and Skype, a MacNetbook or an updated Mac Mini during a Steve Jobs-less keynote at the annual Macworld Expo.
The horror. The horror. Exterminate all the brutes!
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Well, at least we don’t have to depend on the Russians to heat our homes. Yet.
Hey, Patrick. How about that cartoon idea of the Old Guys Who Pick Rags In Winter Cycling Team, sponsored by the Police Dept. Abandoned Bike Parts Shop, in honor of what Paul Krugman is starting to refer to as Great Depression II?
Good luck, at any rate. Here’s waiting for the other economic shoe to drop.
Ahhh, but there is some good news out there. From New Scientist:
http://trainingtable.blogspot.com/
Marinating steak in beer or red wine reduces carcinogens by 90%!!
Did you see the picture of Jobs in the NYT? Lordy, he looked bad. Look, it’s his life, but if I had the money he has, and my health was taking a nose-dive, worry about new gadgets would be the last thing on my mind. I’d be riding my mountain bike on the sea cliffs of Molokai or the like. Then again, that’s all I think about now, instead of thinking about designing a gadget that would make me a fortune.