Speaking of charismatic leaders and physical fitness, here’s a picture of Putin (president for life of Russia) published by GQ.
Yep. That’s the Bond-villain evil genius whose “soul” Bush saw on his very first trip.
We’re so doomed.
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I think I may have found a Republican that I can vote for: Thanks to fanw for finding this one. 12 gallons of wine is in the bottle. Slightly less than 12 gallons, actually. 29 bottles of Pinot Grigio and 28 bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon have been siphoned into the cobolt blue bottles. This marks year two of the grand wine experiment … and preliminary reports indicate that we’re making progress. Tasters report: “The white . . . → Read More: Crush me … squeeze me … make me wine. I am returned. The red eye really bites. I got back to Boston at 6 this morning, and met redmed at the Braintree train station around 7:15, as she was going to work. We traded off the car, and home I went. After a decent nap, I’m still feeling muddle-headed and stuffy. The desert air . . . → Read More: Home Had a good time at the SC parties this evening. Started out in the cab line at the hotel. Long line, bunch of people going the same place I was. I flashed my invitations to the various parties and said “anyone going to one of these? They’re all next to each other.” The guys at . . . → Read More: Party My computer has lost its mind, and is now downloading 43,000 email messages … dated 2006 to present. I wish to scream. In other news, Reno is as expected, though the conference is pretty cool. I’m going to bed. Maybe my computer will sort itself out overnight. Tomorrow, I board a plane for Reno. Actually, I board a plane for New Mexico, and then another plane for Reno. I’ll be there until Thursday evening, when I board a truly brutal red-eye which gets me back to Boston at 6am on Friday. I’ll be at the Supercomputing conference. If anyone who reads this . . . → Read More: Reeeeeeeno Today was a red letter day for seeing friends. I woke up with a house full of robotify from the previous evening. After a breakfast unusually filled with scrambled eggs, I dropped him at the train station, and headed south to meet up with judovitch, saratchka, amnesiadust, Mo, Brent, and two children, aged 2.5 and . . . → Read More: Friends Last night I went out with robotify, redmed, and Dustin to the Ani Difranco concert. Over dinner (“Zen” sushi, yay!) I shared the fact that I don’t feel particularly inspired by any of the candidates for president this year. Later, As we were walking into the Orpheum, I was gently moved aside. I turned, and . . . → Read More: Kucinich for president More than one person has recently asked me for thoughts on the Buddhist idea of emptiness, or no-thing. My gut reaction was that it’s not a nihilist denial, but an affirmation of some deeper and more profound existence, but I wasn’t sure why I thought that. This is why I read a lot: In Buddhism, . . . → Read More: Emptiness |
