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Monthly Archives: February 2006

I Do Not Like Times New Roman.

It is a very well-designed font, and I am sure when it was produced, in 1931, it exhibited all those, and only those, characteristics which might be suggested by its designefficiency, business, plain, unobtrusive communication. However: in the intervening 75 years (that’s right, kids, it’s a big anniversary!), two facts have come into play:

Camino 1.0

A quick updatewhat might be the final chapter in the ongoing saga of my own personal browser wars, via John Hicks: Camino 1.0 is out.

Luciferian Beehivers, indeed.

A slightly unusual appeal for electronic civil rights, via my good buddy Wade, over at God-Damned Christian:

No mark of the beast for me you Luciferian beehivers. You can take all those RFID chips wrapped like a burrito in the HR 4(6+6+6) national id bill and stick it up yor own arse!

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On the Road With Dave the Indian

Dave is a sad old Indian, nearly the last of his tribe. He sits and rolls a cigarette as we wait for the train.
“Train’s coming,” I say, trying to be helpful.
“I know,” he says, “I see it. But there is nothing I can do but sit here an roll my cigarette.”
“You could not roll it; save it for later.”
He looks at me with sad, old eyes, and then goes back to his cigarette. “You are a fool, and soon you will be dead.”

Melancholy, I think, is the perfect word to describe Dave the Indian.

—Stewart Finley, Wet-Footed Among the Americans

One Down, One Up

It’s like a fucking outerspace concerto for saxophone.

—Akie Bermiss, on the recently released recording of the John Coltrane Quartet, One Down, One Up (Live at the Half Note)