September 7th, 2007


The landscapes are changing

Got a reply already from one of the people advertising for roomies on, and I'm going to take a look at the place tomorrow. It's $550/month with all utilities included (including the all-important Internets), and unless one of the people advertising a room for $400-$500 pipes up with a better offer (or something goes horribly wrong tomorrow) I'm going to close this deal and start moving my stuff on Monday. We'll see what happens.

Otherwise, it's a pretty dull day. Took P to Union Station, which she'd never seen before; she was appropriately awed by the size and grandeur of the place (now that it's been cleaned up) and then headed out to Newington to get my timecard signed. That taken care of, I returned to the hotel and chilled, eventually devouring a couple of turkey sandwiches and a Cup Noodles Souper Meal (con sabor de pollo!) for lunch while browsing through Instapundit and some other blogs. Some articles of note:

Cafe Hayek wonders amusedly how the BLS will account for the rapid improvements in the iPod.

Tyler Cowen's had enough of your whining! Shut up about your iPhone already!

Don Luskin fisks Jonathan Chait's abysmally stupid TNR attack on supply-side economics. Yeah, I know, fish, barrel, etc. Further down, he looks at Orson Scott Card's support of new urbanism and includes a comment from a reader who points out that it's not working where it's already been tried, mostly thanks to zoning restrictions that choke off businesses.

Finally, if you didn't like my post about Priuses, you're not going to like this article about carbon offsets much better. That's right! Your eco-indulgences increase misery and poverty in the Third World! No wonder there's a lot of Brazilians and Indians pissed off at us.

it's not supposed to work like that

P and I went out for sushi, and in the course of it she ordered some really great sake. On being offered a taste, I stuck the very tip of my tongue into the Everclear-like fluid and agreed that the taste was indeed extremely delicate and possibly even nonexistent. That taste was a mistake. I don't know if it's because of the Claritin softab I did right before dinner -which banished my allergy symptoms, but may have sensitized me somehow- or because the diabetes meds were just taking up too much of my liver's processing capacity, but I was pretty seriously ripped by the time we left the restaurant*.

The ads in Target were more proof that ad copy writers are all hopelessly alienated from the English language, and possibly addicted to soft-core CP as well. What kind of person names a line of clothes for pre-teen girls "Libertine"? Augh, disgusting. Truly, as Inigo Montoya once said to the Sicilian, "That word...I do not think it means what you think it means." I say send the Party Van after them and let them explain it to the Authorities.

Anyway, P was convinced that I shouldn't drive home until I chilled for a while, which I did, reading a pretty good social history of railroads in America to kill time.

Not quite as weird as accidental drunkenness from nanodrinking, but still out there: Joel Garreau interviews William Gibson. (Instapundit)

Madeleine L'Engle is dead. I wonder how many kids got turned on to SF by A Wrinkle In Time? I know it's the first book I remember reading that was definitely SF. (Instapundit)

onsenmark's father is really sick and may be dying. Pray for him and the late Ms. L'Engle.

*Yes, this officially makes me the CHEAPEST DATE EVAR.