tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40157532011-04-21T17:25:02.280-04:00Captain InertiaOne two three four five six seven eight nine! Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comBlogger2771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1093541072392587722004-08-26T13:21:00.000-04:002004-08-26T13:24:32.393-04:00PLEASE ADJUST YOUR SETS
Captain Inertia, the blog, will cease publishing effective today. Captain Inertia, the man, has a brand new bag: Up, lummox! Please adjust your links accordingly.
Thanks to everybody who made Captain Inertia fun over the past two years.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1090904913720390602004-07-27T01:06:00.000-04:002004-07-27T01:08:33.720-04:00POSSIBLE ANSWERS TO PRAYER
Amazing. Via Scandal of Particularity.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1090536215476080372004-07-22T18:27:00.000-04:002004-07-22T18:44:55.160-04:00THERE'S WATER IN MY JABBA THE HUTT
Dammit.
In 1999, I stole one-half of a plastic Jabba the Hutt action figure from my friend David Slade. (By the by, David Slade's band, the American Princes, is extremely good, and had a very positive review in Punk Planet, who described them as "rock 'n' roll salvation.") It's just the top half of ol' Jabba--arms, torso, and head, but nothing below the Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1090535204651303382004-07-22T18:24:00.000-04:002004-07-22T18:26:44.650-04:00PERSONAL HYGIENE WATCH
I'm having some, uh, encroaching nose hair problems. Is there any way to deal with this problem, short of buying nose-hair clippers? (I suspect that rather than suffer the embarassment of buying nose-hair clippers, I might actually commit ritual suicide. But we'll burn that bridge when we come to it.)
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1090296045082560772004-07-19T23:35:00.000-04:002004-07-20T00:00:45.083-04:00WHO FEELS LIKE CRAP? I FEEL LIKE CRAP!
Captain came down with a mid-summer case of the grippe this weekend, just in time to celebrate his birthday. Pooh. It's OK, though, because I really only got sick because I'd screamed myself hoarse...here. (They won, by the way.) But now I'm in this semi-sick limbo: not quite well enough to do the usual daily activities, but not quite sick enough Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1090294475031957212004-07-19T23:29:00.000-04:002004-07-19T23:34:35.030-04:00ILLINOIS LEGISLATORS ROCK
Heh heh heh. Via the Technology.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1089436780400388812004-07-10T00:58:00.000-04:002004-07-10T01:19:40.400-04:00KING OF THE NERD-PEOPLE
Civilization III reached out its ugly claws and grabbed me over the past week, consuming an entirely astonishing amount of my time. Good....grief! Today I completed, after many long hours of effort, a single game of Civ 3. The computer kindly informed me, upon my final vanquishing (vanquishment?) of my digital opponents, that I'd spent a total of 20 hours on that gameCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1089435494084641322004-07-10T00:53:00.000-04:002004-07-10T00:58:14.086-04:00BLOOD...PRESSURE....RISING...
Cubs lose. And lose. And lose. Oh, and lose to our hated division rivals.
Check, please. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1089435201942154942004-07-10T00:51:00.000-04:002004-07-10T00:53:21.943-04:00BACK AND ON THE ATTACK
Hi, everybody. Sorry about the recent hiatus, which fortunately seems to be coming to an end. I'm going to the annual Inertia Family Reunion this coming week, in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, which is usually hilarious and a great time. Blogging will be spotty for this coming week...but then I will hit you with blogging science such as you have never seen. Patience will be Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1088188056723987282004-06-25T14:26:00.000-04:002004-06-25T14:27:36.723-04:00MEA CULPA
Blogging has been, uh, light lately, even by my standards. Sorry. I recently quit my job, leaving me with fairly limited internet access for the next week or so. Once I get re-connected to the digital world (soon), I'll be back to pester all of you with more regularity. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086733173564480732004-06-08T18:18:00.000-04:002004-06-08T18:19:33.563-04:00"MACHO MAN" RANDY SAVAGE TO RELEASE RAP ALBUM.
If I could buy stock in something like "I will find this album in the 99-cent bin at Best Buy in one year," I would do it in a minute. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086644065636294372004-06-07T17:31:00.000-04:002004-06-07T17:34:25.636-04:00BLOGROLL UPDATE
I encourage ya'll to check out Hugo Schwyzer's blog, which I discovered via Camassia. It's quite interesting; I'll just say that Hugo's stuff goes a long way towards increasing the size of the way-too-small "consistent-life-ethic/Mennonite/marathon runner/Chinchilla owner" blogger demographic. Good stuff. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086643795685955972004-06-07T17:23:00.000-04:002004-06-07T17:29:55.686-04:00COMIC BOOK ARTIST HAS STROKE OF G
A few thoughts:
1. Why didn't I think of this?
2. Why haven't I heard of this?
3. And why, oh why, didn't I know that this was being screened IN BROOKLYN this past weekend?
After serious thought, I've decided that I think overdubbing a movie, television show, commercial, etc., with silly dialogue is just one of the funniest things you can do, ever.Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086643294131425472004-06-07T17:20:00.000-04:002004-06-07T17:21:34.133-04:00ALSO: TREACHERY AT CLOWN HALL OF FAME
Of course, the Clown Hall of Fame is in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Where else would it be? Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086643124461607262004-06-07T17:17:00.000-04:002004-06-07T17:18:44.483-04:00DAVID HASSELHOFF HITS ROCK BOTTOM. AGAIN.
In other news, he's got a role in "Dodgeball." Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086288859910648672004-06-03T14:53:00.000-04:002004-06-03T14:54:19.910-04:00I WILL NOT ARGUE ABOUT THIS
Riding on down escalators is more fun than riding on up escalators.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086288799913322072004-06-03T14:51:00.000-04:002004-06-03T14:53:19.913-04:00CAPTAIN INERTIA FINALLY SUCCUMBS TO THE "WHAT KIND OF XYZ ARE YOU" QUIZ BUG.
Oh, lordy. I'm a Speak and Spell.
You're a Speak & Spell!! You nerd, you. Justbecause you were disguised as a toy doesn'tmean you weren't educational, you sneakybastard.
What childhood toy from the 80s are you? brought to you by Quizilla
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086126864542298512004-06-01T17:39:00.000-04:002004-06-01T17:54:24.543-04:00MADDUX LEAVES GAME EARLY WITH PAIN IN SIDE
In other news, Cubs obtain a player named "Gookie"; apparently Chone Figgins or Coco Crisp were unavailable.
In other, other news, apparently Mark Prior has gotten sick of being a Lugnut and is ready to start for our team. Hold your breath. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1086125943636399882004-06-01T17:32:00.000-04:002004-06-01T17:39:03.636-04:00QUERY
Is it at all funny that I get Rick Steves and Rick James confused? (Hmm...Rick Steves apparently supports the legalization of marijuana...maybe they're not all that different.) Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1085619560454360892004-05-26T20:40:00.000-04:002004-05-26T20:59:20.453-04:00TRUE STORY
My friend Duff, from college, is a great guy and a devout Catholic. And once he told me this story, one of my favorites of all time.
Duff had a big sin on his conscience. Well, actually it wasn't that big--it probably felt a lot bigger than it was. But nevertheless, Duff felt pretty terrible about it. And finally, after much wrestling with the matter, he made up his mind to goCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1085437318663652362004-05-24T18:20:00.001-04:002004-05-24T18:22:19.156-04:00ADVENTURES IN GETTING OUT OF YOUR LEASE
I posted an ad on Craigslist this morning about my modest, too-expensive studio apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn. ($880/mo...plus utilities...it's still available if you wants it, people...)
How many emails did I get? A whopping 65. Holy crap. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1085437238913827322004-05-24T18:20:00.000-04:002004-05-24T18:20:38.913-04:00JON STEWART COMMENCEMENT ADDRESS AT WILLIAM AND MARY.
Heh. Heh.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1085179527827031082004-05-21T18:30:00.000-04:002004-05-21T18:45:27.826-04:00CRAIC
Some notes, in no particular order, on my recent trip to Ireland:
1. May we all agree, please, that the toilets on airplanes are terrifying? They are SO FREAKING LOUD. My gosh. Every time I use one on a plane, I have to steel myself for the deafening flush that’s going to come when I complete my business. I forgot about this on Aer Lingus on the way to Dublin and I just about Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1085177082774334832004-05-21T18:02:00.001-04:002004-05-21T18:04:42.773-04:00YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING
Last night. 3 AM. Jackhammers. Going off. On the street. Outside my bedroom window. For 45 minutes. They were re-paving the street, I think...at least that's what it looked like when I looked out this morning.
The many virtues of living in New York. I had naively assumed they had to stop come 10 or even 11 PM; clearly, I underestimated the iron will of the Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1084920518171457892004-05-18T18:43:00.000-04:002004-05-18T18:48:38.170-04:00SOSA INJURES SELF BY SNEEZING.
Our left fielder is peeing on his hands, Sosa is hurting himself by sneezing, the Goat Boy is throwing 14-pitch at-bats to Alex Cora (who last year hit a Bonds-esque 4 home runs), and Mark Prior is pitching for the Lansing Lugnuts. Everything is going just fine.
Serenity now. Serenity now.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1084920149407840102004-05-18T18:40:00.000-04:002004-05-18T18:42:29.406-04:00BEST NAME OF ALL TIME?
This guy, the center fielder for the Anaheim Angels, gets my vote. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1084919840764412002004-05-18T18:17:00.000-04:002004-05-18T18:37:20.763-04:00PROPOSAL, SCHMAPOSAL
Working on a grant proposal at work, to provide 'youth development' for immigrant teenagers. (Grant's being offered by these guys, if you're interested.) The two lynchpins of this grant proposal are: 1. you can't ask for more than $70,000 (I mean, you can, they just won't give it to you), and 2. you cannot have a rate-per-student of more than $425. So, if we ask for, Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1084918010717179642004-05-18T18:03:00.000-04:002004-05-18T18:06:50.716-04:00DRAT
Sursum Corda has retired. I would be irritated with him for taking away one of my favorite blogs if his reasoning--more time to spend with family and on graduate study--wasn't so strong. Phooey. Still, he's keeping his archives up, and I encourage you to check them all out if you feel like encountering something edifying.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1083969920429559762004-05-07T18:45:00.000-04:002004-05-07T18:51:26.483-04:00ANSWERS TO MEME QUIZ:
Since you're all dying of curiosity:
1. By the rivers of Babylon, where we sat down. We sat and wept, when we remembered Zion. Answer: the Melodians, "By the Rivers of Babylon." From "the Harder They Come" soundtrack. Good stuff.
2. Cutting through the cane break, rattling the sill. Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops the hill. Answer: Tom Waits,Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1083968940114790402004-05-07T18:29:00.000-04:002004-05-07T18:33:30.356-04:00INSANE SILLINESS IS GOOD FOR THE SOUL.
University of Chicago Scavenger Hunt...worth a look. Funny stuff. Via the Technology, who now rules the roost as the number 1 Google hit under 'Jon Bruner.'
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1083889599945448712004-05-06T20:26:00.000-04:002004-05-07T18:36:46.250-04:00CUBS LEFT FIELDER URINATES ON HANDS TO "TOUGHEN THEM UP"
Urine is "just like water," adds Moises. I don't even have a joke here.
(EDITED TO ADD: Conversation with my sister yesterday:
Her: well, maybe it's just, like, an old wives tale.
Me: what, like, don't walk under a ladder, don't cross paths with a black cat....pee on your hands to toughen them up?
I continue to be stymied.) Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1083708849077980822004-05-04T18:14:00.000-04:002004-05-04T18:18:28.123-04:00ADDICTIVE INTERNET MEME (VIA RILINA)
Since I don't have an MP3 player, I'll just use 25 tracks randomly selected from all-time favorites, big influences, and what I've been listening to lately:
1. By the rivers of Babylon, where we sat down. We sat and wept, when we remembered Zion.
2. Cutting through the cane break, rattling the sill. Thunder that the rain makes when the shadow tops Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1082759565900156182004-04-23T18:32:00.000-04:002004-04-23T18:36:48.500-04:00SURSUM CORDA ON SEEING BOTH SIDES OF THINGS
One of the reasons I like this guy's blog is that he's so darn nuanced. (Of course, as he says himself, the flip side of 'nuanced' is 'wishy-washy,' a charge I've had thrown my way more than once as well...) Interesting stuff.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1082592476024553802004-04-21T20:07:00.000-04:002004-04-21T20:12:00.310-04:00BEST. ALBUM. EVER.
I picked it up at Virgin yesterday, after hearing it in a bar with Greg over the weekend and deciding I could no longer resist its' many allures.
Whoa, mama. "Rocket"? "Animal"? "Love Bites"? (Mention this song to my sister and she'll tell you how it was her 'special song' with her junior-high boyfriend Walt. True story. I don't think I'm jeopardizing my Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1082592228054695952004-04-21T20:03:00.001-04:002004-04-21T20:07:48.483-04:00I AM SUCH A DORK.
Post yesterday about how you won't be hearing anything from me, and here I am. Hah. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1082592191732603612004-04-21T20:03:00.000-04:002004-04-21T20:07:12.170-04:00OH, COME ON!
You've got to be kidding me. (sigh) The really killer part is right at the end: "I didn't marry my wife because she was a kind, sensitive woman," says the guy who's helping to found the club. "I married her because she is a complete package. I married her because she takes her butt to the gym, and she keeps it tight for me. I want it all, and I got it all. There are men who Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1082502300271768562004-04-20T19:05:00.000-04:002004-04-20T19:08:59.326-04:00E.G.
Does the fact that I get excited over using a new font in Microsoft Word (oh! Garamond!) make me a nerd, a geek, or a dweeb? Or just someone who uses Microsoft Word too much? Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1082502230020648652004-04-20T19:03:00.000-04:002004-04-20T19:07:49.076-04:00I AM NOT ON HIATUS.
I am, however, extremely busy. (At least by my standards.) I apologize for my flagrant lack of content, but I expect, unfortunately, that it will continue for the near future. ('Near future' = two or three weeks.) I have been pulled into the maw of work and am being chomped on by the bicuspids of high expectations.
BUT, I promise, I'll return. And I may drop in to Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1081550022415862942004-04-09T18:33:00.000-04:002004-04-13T19:03:00.793-04:00PRINCE IS NOW A JEHOVAH'S WITNESS
Huh. Apparently that's why he wouldn't play, say, "Sexy MF" at his Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony.
I can't say I truck much with the beliefs of the JW's, but it seems like it's a step forward for the man. And chew on this for a second, too (from the Get Religion article linked above):
"Alan Leeds, who worked as Prince's tour manager for Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1081549501886214622004-04-09T18:25:00.000-04:002004-04-09T18:30:11.250-04:00SUBSERVIENT CHICKEN
(Via Something Blue.)
I find this horrifying. Honestly. That chicken-man-creature really effin' freaks me out. What would you do if you came home and found that thing in your living room? Yeesh. Yet, it's also somehow entrancing. Like a silent chicken ballet.
Also, after you've been sucked into its orbit, take note of who its marketing partner is, and ask Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1081549364170599032004-04-09T18:22:00.000-04:002004-04-09T18:39:32.450-04:00BAD BAD BAD
NY Times article on undocumented Latin American immigrants forced to work 100-hour weeks for as little as $250 at a posh spa in Midtown. I've met people through my work who have gone through similar experiences--illegal immigrants, long hours, no pay, inhumane conditions. An advocacy organization I know of won back over $200,000 in back pay from one restauranteur who hadn't paid Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1081462102563705402004-04-08T18:08:00.000-04:002004-04-08T18:12:05.653-04:00RIP, KURT COBAIN
Ten years? Jeez. You know the guy's been dead a while when they're playing his music on Morning Edition. I remember buying the Cassingle (oh, yeah) for 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' back in junior high. Jeez.
Thurston Moore sums it up in the NY Times.
(Thanks to Seb for the idea.)
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1081296175106134162004-04-06T20:02:00.000-04:002004-04-06T20:06:56.076-04:00I MEAN, LIKE, WHOA.
Out to lunch with a friend of mine on Monday, I noticed he had a National Review MasterCard. Wow. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1080920675818150722004-04-02T10:44:00.000-05:002004-04-02T10:54:49.030-05:00WHINE WHINE WHINEY MCWHINE-ING-TON
These days are what Charlie would call 'tough sledding over hard meat'.
My boss is quitting, and I’m going to step up to take her place. This is good news; it means Captain Inertia gets a (temporary) promotion. But I’m a little bit worried, too—it means taking on a ton of additional responsibility and work. My work ethic has gotten, well, flabby—the Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1080772567070124762004-03-31T17:36:00.000-05:002004-03-31T17:39:39.170-05:00I KNOW, I KNOW, I STINK.
I'm sorry I haven't posted anything of substance in a long time. (It's been a long time even by my standards.) I have a nasty case of blog writer's block along with a severe case of badass life business. But I'm gonna come back with a vengeance soon, I promise.
In the meantime, read this, and take careful note that the Dallas City Zoo apparently found it Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1080669709226557422004-03-30T13:01:00.000-05:002004-03-30T13:05:20.216-05:00HUH, PT. II
Correction on historical criticism of the Bible, and the necessity of living with ambiguity. I don't necessarily buy everything he has to say here, but he's got a lot of good stuff to say. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1080667268939146022004-03-30T12:21:00.000-05:002004-03-30T12:49:09.686-05:00HUH.
Daniel Pearl's widow, Mariane, is asking for money from the Federal Victim's Compensation fund, claiming that her husband died as a result of 9/11. I don't really have a comment here, except to say that a) obviously, I feel for Mrs. Pearl and b) I think her lawsuit just shows off the many limitations of the Fund. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1079989244404230892004-03-22T16:00:00.000-05:002004-03-22T16:04:05.030-05:00Q&A WITH JEFFREY ROSEN ABOUT JOHN ASHCROFT
Regarding a currently-unavailable-on-the-net article from the Atlantic Monthly about everyone's favorite Assemblies of God politician. Very interesting stuff; without having read the article, it seems like Rosen's put together a picture of Ashcroft that's a little more nuanced then the usual oh-God-what-a-bastard stuff. Furthermore, his criticisms ofCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1079980133111628962004-03-22T13:28:00.000-05:002004-03-22T13:32:13.310-05:00DUDE, THIS IS SO META!
Sursum Corda posts reflections on Christianity, St. Joseph, and the family. I email him a copy of "The Temptation of St. Joseph," by W.H. Auden, one of my favorite poets. He graciously posts it on his site. I link to his posting the poem (partly because it's funny, but partly because I want all my friends to read it who haven't read it already). The wonders of the Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1079979647029342062004-03-22T13:20:00.000-05:002004-03-22T13:24:54.140-05:00I WILL NOT ARGUE ABOUT THIS
There's nothing more annoying than agreeing to play fantasy baseball with some of your friends, and coming up with a fantastic name for your fantasy baseball team ("Commander Fang and his Robot Army!"), and then discovering that STUPID Yahoo fantasy baseball won't accept team names longer than 20 characters. I think we can all agree that a plain-vanilla "Robot NinjaCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1079716208961674562004-03-19T12:10:00.000-05:002004-03-19T12:13:25.280-05:00JEAN VANIER = THE MAN
Via The Tablet. You may have to do a free registration thingy. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1079624569350815972004-03-18T10:42:00.000-05:002004-03-18T13:27:17.530-05:00PRAYER BY THOMAS MERTON
"My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that ICaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1078954711689433122004-03-10T16:38:00.000-05:002004-03-10T16:41:36.000-05:00METHODIST MINISTER, CAPTAIN INERTIA, SHARE IDENTICAL INTERNAL MONOLOGUE
Well, not *exactly* identical. Just read it; it's cool. (Via Correction.) Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1078164357403866792004-03-01T13:05:00.000-05:002004-03-01T13:10:35.796-05:00NOW ALL HE'S GOT TO DO IS START READING THE BAFFLER AND HE'S SET
My friend Jon has debuted an extremely witty and cool website called the Technology. I urge you to check it out and consume its contents, or if you're really down, Google "the technology" and click on it to drive up his Google rating. He's determined to get past onto the first page. (EDITED TO ADD: Err, better yet, Google "JonCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1078163453040348752004-03-01T12:50:00.000-05:002004-03-22T13:20:52.310-05:00YODA + YOGI = DUSTY
(via my sister.)
A reporter asked Dusty Baker how he'd decide to stack the Cubs' line-up, given that we have a ton of right-handed hitters. His response?: "It's just like fishing. You're going striped bass fishing. You've got birds on top and you follow the birds. Where the birds are, the bait fish are below that. Below the bait fish are the striped bass. That's what Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1077820371551039632004-02-26T13:32:00.000-05:002004-02-26T13:44:36.246-05:00BARTMAN BALL BLOWN UP BY BUFFOONS.
(Via the Quarterwit.) Best line, from the guy who's actually been devising a way to destroy the ball: "Lantieri, a Cubs die-hard himself, would not reveal his exact demolition plans but admitted he has been blowing up a dozen balls a day in his California lab in preparation."
Did you hear that? A DOZEN BALLS A DAY. I'm sure he won't stoop to blowing itCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1077562611162500042004-02-23T13:56:00.000-05:002004-02-23T13:59:34.733-05:00NEW SUBWAY SERVICE FROM BROOKLYN TO MANHATTAN
Speaking as a man who's gotten into passionate, passionate arguments about the quickest way to get from Brooklyn to Times Square: I am way, way too excited about this. A friend called me last night just to say that he was "in love" with the new D train (over the Manhattan Bridge, and then express stops up Sixth Avenue, oooooh...), and I'm actually Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-107754819646806612004-02-23T09:56:00.000-05:002004-02-23T10:01:25.170-05:00THINGS I LEFT BEHIND IN CONNECTICUT (AND WHEN I REALIZED IT):
1. My hat. (Looking around at Matt and Hannah's, trying to find it, but in the end having to leave it behind due to needing to catch a train.)
2. My CDs. (Receiving call from Hannah after she dropped me off at the train station.)
3. My toothbrush. (Standing in my bathroom at 11 PM last night, laughing.)
4. My sense of Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1077124575431633472004-02-18T12:16:00.000-05:002004-02-18T12:18:52.046-05:00I WILL NOT ARGUE ABOUT THIS
Can we all agree that, unless you are actually a Cossack, wearing one of those Russian Cossack hats is unnecessary? Thank you. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1077122715910028472004-02-18T11:45:00.000-05:002004-02-18T11:47:52.280-05:00"GOD GULF"?
Interesting bunch of links found in the Revealer. A Presbyterian minister opines in an op-ed that the Christian community is beginning to polarize around 'progressives,' who focus on the social justice, compassion, and the Golden Rule, and 'evangelicals,' who focus on discipleship and the Great Comission. Donald Sensing, who writes a blog called One Hand Clapping, disagrees. Huh.Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1077122196791118142004-02-18T11:36:00.000-05:002004-02-18T11:39:13.250-05:00SSSSSH.....
(excited) Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1076604706517900462004-02-12T11:51:00.000-05:002004-02-12T12:05:44.420-05:00ME VS. GRAPE-NUTS
I've always been a little suspicious of Grape-Nuts: as the old not-so-clever joke goes, they contain neither grapes nor nuts...so what the heck are they? I vividly remember my first exposure to Grape-Nuts in fifth grade, when my school class made a trip to Appleton, Wisconsin, and my host there served me Grape-Nuts for breakfast. I remember thinking, this has to be a joke.Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1076350574215874682004-02-09T13:16:00.000-05:002004-02-09T13:19:25.013-05:00NEW YORK: NOW WITH EVEN MORE CONSPICUOUS CONSUMPTION!
Key quote: "A school counselor from Stamford, Conn., Mariane Bauer, stood outside the Bose store yesterday and said she felt right at home. "This is like a piece of Stamford in Midtown," she said. "It's really nice that they brought the suburbs into the city." Ms. Bauer, who also has an apartment on the Upper West Side, patted her Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1076106713162058672004-02-06T17:31:00.000-05:002004-02-06T17:41:45.343-05:00ME AND THE CAPTAIN
“The Captain” was the janitor for the company I work at. A lot of people called him that rather than his given name. It was an odd nickname, but he was an odd guy. He had poor social skills. He had a strange accent. From what I can tell, he had no family. He always smelled strongly of baby powder—possibly because he was a janitor and using too much baby powder in an Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1076000462781585242004-02-05T12:01:00.000-05:002004-02-05T12:03:22.310-05:00IS ANYTHING BETTER THAN A VANILLA MILKSHAKE?
(Hint: it's a rhetorical question.) Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1075846417312236192004-02-03T17:13:00.000-05:002004-02-03T17:16:33.246-05:00CAPTAIN INERTIA OPPOSES DRINKING TO EXCESS
It's bad for you, and it's frequently not as fun as Fifa 2002 for the PlayStation.
These, however, are extremely funny, and therefore morally licit. (Via Eve Tushnet.)Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1075741471741546602004-02-02T12:04:00.000-05:002004-02-02T12:06:47.263-05:00BLAH BLAH SKULL AND BONES BLAH BLAH PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGN
A good friend who was in S&B refused to call it "Skull and Bones" or "my secret society," instead dubbing it "thing," as in, "Nah, I can't go out with you Thursday, I have...thing." Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1075502981090193122004-01-30T17:49:00.000-05:002004-02-03T17:17:22.950-05:00THE DUDE ABIDES
Somedays, you get the bear; somedays, the bear gets you. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Sometimes your div school applications are complete; sometimes they're not. Sometimes the Cubs win the World Series (especially if it's the early 1900s); sometimes, they're five outs away from going to the World Series and they surrender 8 runs to the Florida Marlins.
Sometimes,Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1075502511698861652004-01-30T17:41:00.000-05:002004-01-30T17:45:36.293-05:00LAY OF THE LAND
It is now unclear whether or not my applications will even be complete by Monday. I forgot to order transcripts (!!!!) until Wednesday, and I had to overnight them to the schools (at a king's ransom of about $25 a pop, thanks very much). The registrar's office has a tracking system, but it doesn't work right, so I have no idea if they a) received my plaintive request to pleaseCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1075416916334412652004-01-29T17:55:00.000-05:002004-01-29T17:57:26.170-05:00UPDATE
For those of you who are interested...I did put applications in the mail for div school. (Princeton and Duke.) Whether or not I'll go, or even if I'll manage to complete the damn things before the deadline on Monday (curse ordering transcripts! CURSE them, I say!) is anybody's guess.
This whole process has been pretty challenging and emotional for me, and I really appreciate Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1075416519787277402004-01-29T17:48:00.000-05:002004-01-29T17:53:24.090-05:00ROOM TO GROW:
The following is a conversation I had yesterday with a bigwig at my company. He was snowed in up in Westchester, and I called him at home (his 4-year old answered the phone). I was working hard on a grant proposal, trying to put it to bed before I left work that day.
Me: hey! how you doing! you snowed in up there?
Him: Yeah, we just dug ourselves out.
Me: Ah, jeez.
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1075415549979177792004-01-29T17:32:00.000-05:002004-01-29T17:34:40.110-05:00THANK YOU, ELIZABETH!
I owe you one. Love, your bro. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074797053852544512004-01-22T13:44:00.000-05:002004-01-22T13:46:39.500-05:00MUSINGS:
1. There's this woman who works in my office that makes a noise. A weird one. All the time. It's sort of a combination of a coughing sound with, like, a gag sound or a spitting sound. The first time I heard it I was worried she was actually choking and that I'd have to perform the Heimlich Maneuver (or, er, get someone more confident to perform the Heimlich Maneuver). I can Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074786545479951632004-01-22T10:49:00.000-05:002004-01-22T10:51:05.966-05:00GOD BLESS AMERICA, PART II
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074701453546436512004-01-21T11:10:00.000-05:002004-01-21T11:12:53.060-05:00GOD BLESS AMERICA.
I don't even have a joke here. Via Josh Newman. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074696145219768562004-01-21T09:42:00.000-05:002004-01-21T09:44:24.216-05:00THEODICY, PART II
I came across a quotation in Michael Lewis' fine book Liar's Poker that struck me. He's talking about the ruthless, take-no-prisoners atmosphere on the bond trading floor at Saloman Brothers in the 80s, but I think it works as an interesting reflection on theodicy stuff as well:
"More different types of people succeeded on the trading floor than I intially supposed. Some Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074695739811262662004-01-21T09:35:00.000-05:002004-01-21T09:37:38.903-05:00SORRY
I've been such a wuss in re blogging. Div school stuff is sucking up a lot of my time lately, but applications are due very soon. Hopefully we'll see a more productive Captain Inertia after February 1. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074695658108910042004-01-21T09:34:00.000-05:002004-01-21T09:36:17.216-05:00HOWARD DEAN, YOU SO CRAZY
On a purely non-political level, if I found a guy who looks like this hiding in my closet, I'd freak out. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074286638561067682004-01-16T15:57:00.000-05:002004-01-21T09:34:58.996-05:00 CUBS HIRE GRADY LITTLE AS ASSISTANT TO GM
Doesn't ANYONE in the Cubs organization see why this is a TERRIBLE idea?
Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074092015134102952004-01-14T09:53:00.000-05:002004-01-14T09:58:32.403-05:00CALLING DR. STRANGE
One of the downsides of living alone is that I've begun talking to myself. Like, a lot. I mean, it's not like I'm arguing with people who aren't there--it's more like I feel free to narrate my own stream of consciousness a little bit.
For instance, this morning, while I was shaving, I was thinking about something. Here's what I was thinking about: the time during my Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1074091328794456032004-01-14T09:42:00.000-05:002004-01-14T09:45:18.076-05:00ROLL ME OVER, TURN ME ROUND/LET ME KEEP SPINNING 'TIL I HIT THE GROUND
Verbatim quote from the liner notes to Thin Lizzy's Jailbreak: "It was therefore significant that The Jailbreak represented a freedom for so many yet to those involved at the time it was a series of events, the outcome of which no-one could have foreseen." Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1073685463160600232004-01-09T16:57:00.000-05:002004-01-09T16:59:26.610-05:00DAMMIT.
Fried plantains are high in fat. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1073496177609147022004-01-07T12:22:00.000-05:002004-01-07T12:24:38.593-05:00I WILL NOT ARGUE ABOUT THIS
How could anyone think that bananas are better than plantains? Plantains rule the roost. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1073490074762564992004-01-07T10:41:00.000-05:002004-01-07T11:47:42.873-05:00THEODICY
I've been thinking a lot about this terrible, terrible earthquake in Iran lately. (Prompted, in part, by more timely posts like this one from Sursum Corda.) He's quite right: getting your mind around the scale of something like this is pretty hard to do. 9/11 killed about 3,000 people; try imagining something ten times as deadly as 9/11 and you're getting there.
Yannis, my Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1073319475049221842004-01-05T11:17:00.000-05:002004-01-05T11:19:33.390-05:00COMMENTS ARE DEAD.
Apologies to Sally. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1073319312866408662004-01-05T11:15:00.000-05:002004-01-05T11:18:23.390-05:00VIVA! SEA-TAC
I'm back from Seattle, where my cousin got married. (My cousin's name is Dave, my name; my cousin's brother's name is Steve, my dad's name. If I name my children either Dave or Steve, smack me.) Some impressions after my first-ever trip there:
1. JFK is, in fact, an armpit of the universe. My morning featured the following events: 1. Waking up at 5 am; 2. a solid hourCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1073318261474111302004-01-05T10:57:00.000-05:002004-01-05T10:59:19.250-05:00WELCOME, UNCLE MIKE
Hope there's not too much snow in Bend. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1072801288054558902003-12-30T11:21:00.000-05:002003-12-30T11:22:59.233-05:00WHAT A WAY TO SPEND YOUR WEEKEND
Especially funny if you recognize the perp's name, like I do. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1072210646525829412003-12-23T15:17:00.000-05:002003-12-23T15:19:38.826-05:00ACTUAL BATHROOM READING OF CAPTAIN INERTIA OVER PAST 10 DAYS:
All of these were found in a pile by the john:
Shadowrun role-playing game, player's handbook, 2nd edition, by FASA . (Not that I play anymore, I hasten to add, but it's still fun reading.)
"The Neo-Anarchist's Guide to Real Life," Shadowrun supplement, by FASA. Ditto.
Rolling Stone magazine, June 2001. The Rock is on the Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1071078240776648842003-12-10T12:44:00.000-05:002003-12-10T12:45:04.763-05:00HILARIOUS GI JOE SHORT FILMS
Some comedic genius took the old GI Joe PSAs from my childhood and edited them together with new dialogue. The effect is bizarre, sometimes foul-mouthed, and the funniest thing I've seen in six months. I cried at three of the five films I've seen, and one (the one where the kid falls on the ice) made me cry TWICE. I urge you to check it out, with the caveat that Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1070989296785500412003-12-09T12:01:00.000-05:002003-12-09T12:02:39.826-05:00ME AND THE WORRY BATTERY
I've come to the conclusion that I have a worry battery. I charge it up, and then I fuel myself on it for a while--worry about life, faith, whatever--and when it's all used up, it shuts down for a while. But only to re-charge. And in a few hours or a few days, it's back again, worrying away at full strength. Last night I had a conversation with Dad about some thingsCaptainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1070647769400331612003-12-05T13:09:00.000-05:002003-12-05T13:11:38.046-05:00SAN FRAN CHRONICLE SERIES ON CHRONICALLY HOMELESS
Amazing and compelling, but very, very sad. I want to write some more about this but I need to digest it all first. Via Sursum Corda. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1070550830517671812003-12-04T10:13:00.000-05:002003-12-04T10:14:46.750-05:00BOSTON ARCHDIOCESE SELLS RESIDENCE
Big ups to Abp. Sean O'Malley for doing this. At the very least, this is an important symbolic gesture after all the indifference and arrogance that came before under Law. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1070473553466725512003-12-03T12:45:00.000-05:002003-12-03T12:46:48.090-05:00MY NAME IS DAVE, AND I HAVE A PROBLEM:
I bite my nails. A lot. Usually, though, the nails are so short that I switch to biting the skin around my nails, causing them to bleed. Jeez.
I mention this because I'm on my way to this place in a little bit, and I have to remember to be careful not to get any salsa on my fingers...hot salsa + tender skin = painful burning sensation. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1070382009552034782003-12-02T11:20:00.000-05:002003-12-02T11:21:03.140-05:00BACHELOR COOKIN'
Yesterday, at the grocery store with the finest music in all NYC (sample: Jackson 5 version of "Rockin' Robin"), I purchased (among other things) 4 cans of sliced peaches and pears, 4 cans of Chunky Soup, and two ginormous containers of hummus. It seems that most of what I eat these days can be divided into two categories: things that come out of cans, and things that I eat Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1069774598184723642003-11-25T10:36:00.000-05:002003-11-25T10:37:22.420-05:00CURSE YOU, MICHAEL
for loaning me your copy of this game. Last night, in lieu of packing for my trip home on Wednesday, cleaning my apartment, doing dishes, making my bed, etc., etc., I sat on my couch and played Civlization III for TWO AND A HALF HOURS. I literally had to wrestle myself away from the goddamn thing at 11:15 PM so I could go to bed. Oh, trouble, trouble... Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1069774316047377572003-11-25T10:31:00.000-05:002003-11-25T10:33:10.593-05:00BEAUTIFUL LIFE
Bagel (preferably from here) + cream cheese + strong coffee (preferably from here or here) = proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1069715193715778292003-11-24T18:06:00.000-05:002003-11-25T10:24:28.513-05:00RIGHT. IN THEORY.
I'm standing, with Maggie and Darryl, in Staples, on Broadway. We're here to pick up 18 copies of a proposal. Then we have to put them in floppy see-through plastic binders, and then put them in big 11x15 envelopes. Then we have to walk to 33 Beaver Street and drop it off, a journey of several blocks. It's about 3.30 now; the proposals are due at 5 PM. No worries. We Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1069451991848846362003-11-21T16:59:00.000-05:002003-11-21T17:00:30.466-05:00THOUGHTS OCCASIONED BY A VISIT TO UNION SQUARE
I wish I was a) more attractive and b) wealthier. Though not necessarily in that order. Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4015753.post-1069435413524616512003-11-21T12:23:00.000-05:002003-11-21T12:24:11.670-05:00STRANGE WOMEN LYING IN PONDS IS NO BASIS FOR A SYSTEM OF GOVERNMENT
So yesterday I was visiting the website of this fine organization, and I stumbled upon a policy section devoted mostly to Callahan v. Carey, the landmark 1979 decision guaranteeing the homeless a right to housing in New York City. And I thought to myself: hmmm...
And then I read the Coalition's facts-vs.-fiction document Captainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01111850903181328070noreply@blogger.com