while waiting for the sophos install engineer to show up, i had a great conversation with keane at work. i always like talking about things with keane, because he’s one of the more just-downright-reasonable people i know. he’s a conservative (and i think, but i’m not sure, a republican), and yet he and i manage to find a lot of ways to agree. and disagree civilly — in a friendly way, even.
so i was really pleased to have a chance to talk with him today about politics, because usually i barely see keane — he works third shift, and is generally gone by the time i show up — and we both mourned the offensive nastiness of this election season, gossipped about “Rathergate,” facepalmed about the bush twins’ giggleriffic intro, and mocked ahnode’s train wreck of a speech. it was very companionable. and yet we’re technically on opposite ends of the spectrum and aren’t supposed to be able to stand to actually discuss these things together without attempting to claw, bite, or scratch the other one to death. oh well. i guess someone has to be the statistical anomaly.The Candidate, by Warren Ellis.
sure as fuck beats the actual election.brand-new catenary strung on the metra electric/south shore lines by mccormick place, shining copper in the early morning sun.
thanks to max for sending along these menacing but hygenic smileys.
please let me be safe, when old, from such happiness as this.i am hell on glassware.
about a year and a half ago, i found a cute little set of four cordial glasses at pier one, on sale for like $12.99 or something. each of the glasses’ bowls was a different color, and slightly iridescent, though the stems were all clear. i killed the violet glass a couple of months ago — i had rinsed it out and put it in the sink to wash later, then bumped something on the counter, which then fell into the sink and snapped the base off the stem. and then while snapping beans for dinner tonight — well, actually, when picking up the bag of the beans to start snapping them — the bag somehow bumped the blue glass in the glass rack, and it fell off and shattered. this leaves me with only red and green. and nothing against red or green, but the violet and the blue were my favorites. (thus explaining why they were getting washed and hanging on the outside of the glass rack, i suppose.) and i’m sad they died first. because, y’know, i like having pretty things, and i’m sad my pretty things are gone. oh well. i suppose at least it’s an excuse to buy more pretty things at some point.
