A happy Canada Day to you and yours.

Dean pulls over 43% of the votes with 139360

In just a little over 48 hours, 317,647 members voted, making this vote larger than both the New Hampshire Democratic primary and Iowa caucuses combined...

primary report

This is the kind of thing that helps me appreciate the technology...

Meg has been out of town for over a week, and the Franklin Street Studio has been hot and empty. Mark can get a bit lonely, so he finds friends to talk with, "ain't that right Bruce?"

I whipped out a new design last night, but of course you already know that...but here it is. The usual crappie coding disclaimers apply.

We saw Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds last night at the Roseland Ballroom. Fantastic! We decided that Nick Cave is an amalgamation of Ichabod Crane, the Grinch, and a dash of Dean Martin for good measure.

More lyrics simply 'cause they're great:

Hallelujah

Now, you might think it wise to risk it all
Throw caution to the reckless wind
But with her hot cocoa and her medication
My nurse had been my one salvation
So I turned back home
I turned back home I turned back home
Singing my song

...

Darker With The Day

And in my best shoes I started falling forward down the street
I stopped at a church and jostled through the crowd
And love followed just behind me, panting at my feet
As the steeple tore the stomach from a lonely little cloud

Sodomy decision opens path to gay marriage

Our nation took a huge step today toward eliminating one of the last standing impediments to true equality under the law

(via - pedro)

Victory for Gay Equality

The Supreme Court has recognized what most Americans regard as common sense - the government has no place regulating private sexual behavior between consenting adults. And the Court has recognized as law what most Americans see as basic fairness: being gay should not mean being a second-class citizen. This decision has not eliminated all the barriers to full equality for gay Americans, but it takes a major step towards dismantling those barriers.

Weapons of Mass Destruction? Anyone, anyone?

It's pretty damned hot here at the Franklin Street Studio, but Opus helps preserve a cooler metal state.

How about a nice little cabin off the sea of tranquility.

It seems the sun does actually shine on New York.

the following post may contain material unsuitable for minors or anyone.

Sure, I'm no Doris Day, but I don't think she ever wore pro-keds...

Julie came home with a rabbit yesterday. She hasn't come up with a name for her yet, but I kinda like stewart, or stew for short(I'm probably the only one who finds that even remotely funny).

I imagine your asking yourself, "What does this have to to with pro-keds?"

Is it just me, or are there a lot of people walking around thinking they are the One...uhh, Neo, Noe, Eon, whatever. They sport long black coats and dark wrap around shades, and their expression seems to connote an all knowing I'm just too damn serious for anyone's good vibe (this vibes for you tbone). I've seen at least three Ones in the past few days. We saw one...err...Neo walking down Varick yesterday. I said, "He's a riddle wrapped inside a matrix within a matrix." Tam added, "wrapped in a jelly roll."

This just in from our sound bite locator:

Bush Blasts 'Revisionist Historians' on Iraq

Well, if by using the term 'historians' you mean people refering to accounts of a couple of months ago, and if by 'revisionist' you mean people who hold you acounable to your own words, then yes, "revisionist historians".

Does the administration really think that the American public is stupid enough to believe this rhetoric...oh wait.

lie down

pro-keds

Last words spoken to me during a phone conversation this afternoon, "Holy christ I gotta crap, I'll talk to you later." click...

Not quite as civilized as say, "Its been nice talking to you." But it's definitely not void of sentiment.

We drive east in the rain on Sunrise Highway. At least I am pretty sure we are headed east, and I'm almost certain that Highway '27' is Sunrise Highway. Since moving back to New York, I have been occasionally helping my brother out on the weekends. He refinishes and moves pianos, and sometimes on Saturday I help him do some moving. Its pouring rain and we are headed to Farmingville, or dale, or ton...I can't remember which. Its been over ten years since I lived in New York, and even when I did live here, I was never very good about getting around Long Island. I am pretty sure we are going east towards Farmingdale. My Brother has a vente coffee with cream propped up on the dash. I ask him, as I do every Saturday, if he ever spills it. He says no, again.

This particular Saturday the door to the moving truck is broken, and it swings open when we make left turns, so my brother has the window of the cab open, and occasionally grabs the door and pulls it closed when needed. This seems a tad dangerous to me, and is compounded by his stubbornness regarding not using a seatbelt.

As we merge off of Sunrise Highway (or whatever Highway we are on), his door begins to swing open. He reaches for the door. As he does this his vente coffee starts to fall. His normlly free coffee saving hand is occupied grabbing for the door. We watch in horror as a full extra large Starbuck's vente coffee spills into the dash. It falls directly into the heating vent. The coffee, now free from the boundaries of the cardboard cup, makes a dashing run down the vent. It is as if someone has flushed a toilet, and the coffee spirals instantly down. We sit silently for a second. My brother starts to go through the papers on the dash, and he is surprised by the lack of coffee. I inform him that it has all flushed itself down the heater vent. We pause for a second, and then we burst into the laughter. He says, "That ain't gonna smell so good in a day or two." I agree, and we head off to farming-ville-burg or whatever.

keds?

As a kid, I desperately wanted a pair of pro-keds. I begged my mom for months for a pair, and when she finally took me to buy them, they only had maroon. It's been a long time coming.

uh, I think this speaks for itself: world tour

Wham! Something went wrong...

This is where all roads end. Where the foolish do not venture. The wasteland where the java jvm has given up and gone home, and exceptions are thrown no more, and are left floundering upon the ground like a beached fish, flopping and gasping under the cruel sunlight of bad programming. It might have been your fault. It most likely wasn't your fault.

Does it really matter to you? Nah. In the big picture of life - there's probably better things you can be doing. And what's more, you dont even need to report this error. For the author of this site has cleverly designed things that the site will report all errors that reach this page. So you can just peruse the next item on your bookmark list.

For you see, there are far more important things in life than the drivel that may have been found here.

via - blackcore

Are you a rocker? The lafayette project responds with a resounding yes!

I just hope meg doesn't spill bong water on my ibook again...

more fun with the new super wide lens...

I saw a woman riding a Segway down Church street today. It's the first time I have seen one in person, and I was thoroughly impressed. I stood on the sidewalk with my mouth open. It was rush hour, and nobody even looked at her. I looked around, and wanted to shout, "Hey look a Segway!" As she sped down the street I murmured, "cool" under my breath, and went to work.

For years Tam and Hannah have been trying to make me understand the wonders of Nick Cave. But me, being so numbed by Zepplin I stuck on repeat in the car's CD player, was unable to hear them. Then, as fate would have it, I was driving out to meet my brother, and Nick Cave was in the CD player, so I took a listen. It would seem, once again, they were right, and It took a crow bar to wrench my tiny little brain out of its small hole of comfortable sameness.

Well-meaning little therapists
Goose-stepping twelve-stepping Tetotalitarianists
The tipsy, the reeling and the drop down pissed
We got no time for that stuff here
Zero crime and no fear
We've bred all our kittens white
So you can see them in the night
And at night we're on our knees
As quiet as a mouse
Since the word got out
From the North down to the South
For no-one's left in doubt
There's no fear about
If we all hold hands and very quietly shout
Hallelujah
God is in the house
God is in the house
Oh I wish He would come out
God is in the house

and all thoughts of summer are drenched in a misty watery dream, overshadowed by gray cold clouds and washed away by rivers that were once the streets of brooklyn...

the American press, which has, in many cases, essentially given itself over to uninhibited flagwaving and infotainment. In particular, the BBC, although run by the British government, has been much more balanced in its coverage than the American news media, whose conservative pundits seem determined to make excuses for whatever disinformation the Bush Administration cares to offer.

via -Balkinization

Are you in the New York City area and looking for an interesting project? We are looking for an intern at the Lafayette Project. Job description to be found here

Irate golfer teed off over thong-wearing skater

What does an overweight man in a thong roller skating on a golf course have to do with steroids?

Nothing, the students admit. But they predicted the image would capture the attention of their sleepy classmates in first-period English, so that they might watch the rest of the film.

via - (pete)

For a second I thought I was reading another Ashcroft quote:

...went on to criticize the human rights movement.

"What rights? God created people, and He gave them their roles in society. You cannot change what God has created. This is an abomination before God,"...

via - (kottke)

I was out to dinner on the Island with my family this weekend. While ordering dinner the waitress asked if I would like mashed potatoes or freedom fries with my dinner. It became apparent to me how fucking idiotic this is. It is a topic that many people smarter than I have expounded upon. However, It made me realize that is now clear taht the French were right. There are no weapons, and the inspectors must've been doing their jobs, cause the US military, after invading the whole damn country, are unable to find any weapons. So, please, Please!, lets pull our national heads out of our respective asses.

Everybody.

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