You may have been wondering about the lack of activity around here. Or, you may have been enjoying the quiet, zen-like silence. I’ve been spending a lot of effort at work, and additionally have been preparing Correspondences for a upgrade.
See you soon.
The Matrix Reloaded in IMAX. One word: Whoa.
Keanu fighting Hugo Weaving at 20 feet tall. Freeway scene with trucks in what seems like larger than life-size. Quite the visual overwhem. See it.
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American Idle Now there’s too many ahead of me They’re all the time gettin’ in front of me I thought I could find a clear road ahead But I found stoplights instead… -Expressway to Your Heart – Soul Survivors I found myself needing to drive from New Jersey to Long Island and back this weekend, on a Friday morning and a holiday Sunday afternoon. While sitting in traffic, my head started playing that familiar theme. Here are the same contenders as last time – LIE and GCP. The same old sing-along-song is playing – the blaring horn theme. In my head, a Simon Cowell-esque monologue wonders Who allowed these idiots on the road? The radio traffic announcer reminds me of Paula Abdul – a few critical comments but mostly fluff that doesn’t tell me much. The fact that the other bridge is moving fine is of no use. Missing is the Randy…
He said pass it on, so I’m outting him big time.
My friend Mr. David (HM) Spector has nicely taken to the blogging medium with a scathing discussion of why the FCC’s ruling on Media Ownership trumps “World of Ends.” Not that I wasn’t impressed before, but this is really, really good.