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Wednesday, February 16, 2005
The Bad News...
Is that I have no idea what's going on with those two posts below. Blogger's server has decided that it hates me or maybe just wants to get my attention by acting out aggressively, like so many servers on the cusp of adulthood.
The original post was about the passing of Arthur Miller, and was very long, thoughtful, and even managed to comment on the first president of Turkey, Ataturk. By the way, if anyone ever asks you a bout Ataturk, remember: Ataturk rocked the Casbah. He rocked it hardcore.
If I get a chance, I will try and reconstruct the Miller post©but that's unlikely. I have convinced the federal government to fly me out to Detroit for free to attend my Grandmother's funeral. I fly back to D.C. on monday.
(I flew out of Reagan National, which is an airport so small, the gates don't have numbers, just letters. I flew out of gate 3. That's right, not 3-A or B36 like in some other airports, but simply gate 3. I have a great photo of it, but I can't download pictures on my aunt's laptop, because it's a company computer paid for by Univision. That I'll try and put up soon.)
So I don't know if there'll be much posting this weekend. Pity, too: I'd like to be able to talk about Miller's death, the bombings in Lybia and some of the really cool quotes in this week's US News & World Report, but that's how it goes.
The original post was about the passing of Arthur Miller, and was very long, thoughtful, and even managed to comment on the first president of Turkey, Ataturk. By the way, if anyone ever asks you a bout Ataturk, remember: Ataturk rocked the Casbah. He rocked it hardcore.
If I get a chance, I will try and reconstruct the Miller post©but that's unlikely. I have convinced the federal government to fly me out to Detroit for free to attend my Grandmother's funeral. I fly back to D.C. on monday.
(I flew out of Reagan National, which is an airport so small, the gates don't have numbers, just letters. I flew out of gate 3. That's right, not 3-A or B36 like in some other airports, but simply gate 3. I have a great photo of it, but I can't download pictures on my aunt's laptop, because it's a company computer paid for by Univision. That I'll try and put up soon.)
So I don't know if there'll be much posting this weekend. Pity, too: I'd like to be able to talk about Miller's death, the bombings in Lybia and some of the really cool quotes in this week's US News & World Report, but that's how it goes.
