I also meant to post a link to Eno’s talk at a Long Now seminar a few months ago. But now that I’ve started to think in 10,000 year spans, who cares about a few measly months? Seriously, it’s kind of an interesting project. Some of the mid-90′s Wired-magazine-esque wankerdom can get a little self-important and overinflated, but I’m definitely attracted to something that aims to shake modern people out of their temporal myopia and chronic amnesia. It’s the same impulse that led me to that ol’ history degree.
Terri points out that Bob Mould has a blog. I’ve never been a big Husker Du fan, but I’ve always thought he seemed like a smart, good guy.
I have no special feeling for the pontiff, but I am actually pretty happy that the pope managed to hang on until midnight.
You see, a friend’s stepdad has this schtick about calling the fried chicken chain “Popeyes” “Pope Yes”. They’re basically spelled the same way, just with an extra space, and the type on the logo has a very pronounced “y”. So I have a long-running schtick with him and his wife about opening a fast food chain that serves chicken and has a pope theme (e.g., hands out miters to kids instead of crowns).
So, what with Frank Perdue dying today, and the pope receiving last rites, if both died in the same day, I was taking it as a sign from God to quit my job and start this chicken chain. But really, i don’t want a chicken chain, so I was happy he hung on until after midnight. Though, as Amy pointed out during dinner, it was already past midnight in popeland, so I’ve been out of the woods for several hours. A happy serendipitous series of events led to our having dinner with Amy & Doug at the West Side Lounge tonight, which was lovely. Now cats are scratching, and I’m drooping.