The girls won’t touch me ’cause I got a misdirection.*
UGH.
*This is from a Pere Ubu song but is also true.
The girls won’t touch me ’cause I got a misdirection.*
UGH.
*This is from a Pere Ubu song but is also true.
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Sunday means iced coffee and a book outside somewhere. These days it’s Kean Coffee.

One of my dad’s former students and a family friend is Marti Leimbach. She has been a successful novelist since the MFA program, with one of those kaboom debuts. Her first novel was Dying Young, which was not only a very good book but was made into a movie, causing fame and money, etc. (The book is way better than the movie for anyone who only knows the latter.)
Looks like she’s going to make another big dent with her newest, Daniel Isn’t Talking. It’s really great to see Dad’s friends and students doing so well. Thirteen years after his death, you can see the effect of teaching and mentoring continue.
Posted by a del.icio.us spammer in the “biofeedback” tag stream today:
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It’s on one of those circle-jerk search engine jamming sites, but the odd part is the language. The poster is Korean but the news item appears to have been telephoned through multiple languages. Sorry about the unintelligence in passage.
…the ads you get are kinda funny.
According to Seymour Hersh in the New Yorker, we’ve been flying exercise missions off the Iranian coast doing “over the shoulder” nuclear weapons delivery demonstrations for their radar operators. Classy. Also, check out the Rube Goldberg meets Jack D. Ripper technique below:

I went to a party last night and it wasn’t a failure!
This is good, because parties have traditionally either totally alienated me, or hyped me up followed by a nasty crash afterwards. At this one I just had conversations with some nice, interesting people and then went home and went to bed.
There were musician guys there with rock ‘n’ roll hair but they were the thoughtful and well-educated kind and not yahoos. People were interested in ideas and things, and no one got sloppy drunk and in my face. Also, my Enron shirt was a hit.
It occurs to me that the resilience I’m acquiring through NFB is useful in these social situations so I am not one large nerve and I don’t get weird blowback effects afterwards.
Oh, and there was Stilton with apricot in it.
I did have one embarrassing moment when I introduced myself to someone who’d introduced himself about 45 minutes before. Fortunately I could tell this was a cognitive effect of treatment since it was so unusual, and he was interested in the explanation rather than totally offended.
And now, photo time.
Other photos in this Flickr set, including more fire, beer, and a bird.