Observed today:
A van moving through the crowded Boston streets with a URL reversed on its hood. No, not like AMBULANCE so that it appears to be right in your rear-view-mirror, but it was like COM.WHATEVERBUSINESSNAME.WWW or something. In this day and age, people still screw that kind of stuff up? I suppose it's like zip codes and some people still don't Get It. Getting It is not hard, but they don't wish to Get It. Grandmother Church totally forgets zip codes and I get my mail either a week late or not at all most of the time.
I've become a creature of habit. I tend to go to the same Finagle-A-Bagel location in Downtown Crossing and get the same bagel every work morning with a large iced tea. It's gotten to the point where the Spanish-speaking help doesn't have to ask me anything. Silvia will just raise her eyebrow and I'll nod and and hand over $4.26. One day I switched up and I swear, the entire place grew dead quiet. Silvia said "Kebbin, are choo shure you wants that?" and when I said I did, she actually looked like I'd told her I was mugged on my way in. I've decided that even if I don't want an onion bagel with lox spread, I'm going to order one going forward. I do miss swinging into Diesel Cafe in the mornings, but carrying a drink on the train tests my nerves, especially if I want to read.
I've decided that it is now a tossup between Cryptonomicron and American Tabloid (read the little preview there. Best opening line since Neuromancer.) as the winner of much-desired "Kevin's Favorite Novel." Cryptonomicron has everything I need in a book - Nazi submarines, hot women, large amounts of valuable metal, and hax0ring, but American Tabloid sells you 100% on its version of the Kennedy assasination. Neither of them is perfect, as they do not feature the line "Look out! It's a monkey! HE'S GOT A GUN!" like that Hellboy story did.
A van moving through the crowded Boston streets with a URL reversed on its hood. No, not like AMBULANCE so that it appears to be right in your rear-view-mirror, but it was like COM.WHATEVERBUSINESSNAME.WWW or something. In this day and age, people still screw that kind of stuff up? I suppose it's like zip codes and some people still don't Get It. Getting It is not hard, but they don't wish to Get It. Grandmother Church totally forgets zip codes and I get my mail either a week late or not at all most of the time.
I've become a creature of habit. I tend to go to the same Finagle-A-Bagel location in Downtown Crossing and get the same bagel every work morning with a large iced tea. It's gotten to the point where the Spanish-speaking help doesn't have to ask me anything. Silvia will just raise her eyebrow and I'll nod and and hand over $4.26. One day I switched up and I swear, the entire place grew dead quiet. Silvia said "Kebbin, are choo shure you wants that?" and when I said I did, she actually looked like I'd told her I was mugged on my way in. I've decided that even if I don't want an onion bagel with lox spread, I'm going to order one going forward. I do miss swinging into Diesel Cafe in the mornings, but carrying a drink on the train tests my nerves, especially if I want to read.
I've decided that it is now a tossup between Cryptonomicron and American Tabloid (read the little preview there. Best opening line since Neuromancer.) as the winner of much-desired "Kevin's Favorite Novel." Cryptonomicron has everything I need in a book - Nazi submarines, hot women, large amounts of valuable metal, and hax0ring, but American Tabloid sells you 100% on its version of the Kennedy assasination. Neither of them is perfect, as they do not feature the line "Look out! It's a monkey! HE'S GOT A GUN!" like that Hellboy story did.
