Say it again: July 2006By Wade Kwon
A review of my favorite posts from July …
(Plus highlights of my other blog, Wade on Birmingham.)
Manhattan 2005, part 5 | summer in NYC, what could be better?
I take a table outside, as has most everyone. It is a beautiful summer evening, cool, romantic, lovely. I finally drop the tie, remove the jacket, and jot off some postcards. The server is a bit behind, but oh well, my drink is here and it is soothing.
I am surrounded by tall buildings and late-night diners and the cool air. It is perfect.
All is possible.
The day after yesterday | why global warming matters
The United States is a leading contributor to this premeditated planetary murder-suicide. And at some point within our lifetimes, it will be irreversible. Unless we act.
Ones and zeroes | I read manuals and speak the language of machines
Iâ€™m the lucky fellow in the office that winds up showing people how to unfreeze a program, or changing the toner cartridge (a messy, unpleasant task) in the copier or laser printer, or walking through the steps of putting a name ID on voicemail
Fight the power | Santa Barbara’s daily newspaper, bleed all about it
I couldnâ€™t work for someone who would let his personal feelings upend the operation. Certainly, if he could fire her on a whim, I could be dismissed at any point, too.
Who wants to work in that environment?
To the bitter end | he who dies with the least friends, wins
Many of my friends will die before their time. Iâ€™ve come to accept this morbid fact over the years. It is likely Iâ€™ll outlive most of them and pass away alone.
The good news is Iâ€™ll have all their stuff to keep me company.
Match Game â€™03 | blind dates suck, online blind dates triple suck
I canâ€™t say if the personality test is completely accurate. The evaluation is mostly positive, and the site supposedly tosses a small percentage of losers deemed unfit for commitment. (The site also discriminates against gays and lesbians. You know, before it was fashionable.)
Pressing concern | how I became an iron giant
Starting out, I ironed in a most haphazard fashion with an ancient hand-me-down iron, one with a gritty soleplate. I cringe at how those early dress shirts fared under my clumsy care.
As I practiced the Martha technique, I set aside hours to press each panel, each side with a loving touch. I had a plastic spray bottle to prep each shirt before placing it on the board.
Blood oath | giving blood is as easy as jamming a needle into your arm for 15 minutes
The nail-biter is the first blood test. I always look away right before they stick my finger. Iâ€™m usually borderline on the iron over-under, like today. The nurse on duty had to put it through the spinner, and I though for sure Iâ€™d be bounced.
Genteel touch | when society ladies attack!
At the Publix, we encounter one in the dairy aisle. The sugar mama says all drawly, â€œI just cannot find this one energy bar. Do you know where they keep them?â€ (bats eyelashes)
Iâ€™m almost certain if Ginny were licensed to carry a concealed weapon, we wouldâ€™ve had a major cleanup on aisle 14.
Odds are | I’m a sure bet. Sucker.
That Iâ€™ll bet on your miserable life: 2:1.
That Iâ€™ll surf the Web while talking to you on the phone: 10:1.
That Iâ€™ll defer to your pick for restaurant: 4:3.
That Iâ€™ll defer to your pick for movie: 11:1.
Remote possibilities: fall 2006 | every new show deserves snap judgment
â€œSmithâ€: Family dad blends in, commits crimes, not accused of crimes.
â€œRunawayâ€: Family dad blends in, doesnâ€™t commit crimes, accused of crimes.
Meow mix | must. feed. cats.
Steve and Andie needed someone to feed their cats while they were out of town. Naturally, I volunteered, having done so before.
I am stupid that way.