Friday, April 24, 2009

The Food Was Good In the Faraway Land of "Connecticut"

Oh God, was it ever. The Food, the Food.

Holbrook's strip of fast food restaurants is fantastic, do not mistake me. They are all there: McDonalds, Burger King, KFC, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, Dairy Queen. We lack only Wendy's and Sonic. I thought my life was complete.

Last week, I went to visit my buddy Jonathan Weinbaum in Connecticut, and found that New England has a different concept of what constitutes "eating." A more enlightened concept. I learned that pizza, for example, is not supposed to stick out straight. It is supposed to droop when you pick it up, causing the cheese and pepperoni to slide into your lap, and that the dough and tomato sauce should be awesome enough to need no lame ass "toppings." Pizza Hut uses toppings to obscure the fact that their "pizza" is actually complete shit. Stop crying Pizza Hut, you know it is true. The vendor stands down the street from the Peabody represent about half the world's nations and are at least as good as anywhere I've eaten in Flagstaff, and truly excellent Thai restaurants outnumber meth labs in New Haven (pretty sure). This is not the case in Holbrook.

I have no money, but the incipient tire around my waist knows where it all went. Oh yes.

Anyway, nice visit. I want to go back. Connecticut has largely replaced its Triassic outcrops with trees and water, but it is not a bad trade. They have an ocean there, and Manhattan is only an hour or two away. They have food there too, and many nice-looking women and also taxis. There is also a pretty impressive natural history museum with lots of dinosaurs.

From Paleo Errata

The Yale Center for British Art currently has a phenomenal exhibit on Darwin. It includes some of the books he took on the Beagle (unfortunately not including his personal copies of Lyell's Principles of Geology or Malthus' Population; those would have made me shit myself), and a couple first editions of Origin. However, the bulk of the exhibit is actually devoted to 19th century artwork relating to, or inspired by, Darwin's theory. The exhibit is at least as interested in the social impact and influences of Darwin's work than with the mechanics of his theory, and it is pretty eye-opening. Commendably, the exhibit does not shy away from the less comfortable aspects of how 19th century thinkers regarded race, and describes and illustrates these viewpoints without either vilifying or whitewashing the more prejudiced and silly aspects of a lot of early evolutionary thought. A really thought provoking-exhibit, and I recommend it to anyone who can make it.

From Paleo Errata
I'm going to go burn down our goddamn Pizza Hut now, and piss on the ashes. I want Pocky.

LNJ

Monday, April 6, 2009

Let The Healing Begin

Last night, my computer began ramming a crucifix into its' USB port screaming...well, you know what it was screaming. Just substitute "Vista" for "Jesus." So, I finally took the plunge. I backed up all my files and used the installation CD for XP. Vista is now burning in hell like the evil, filthy thing that it is, and has taken Norton with it. Cook, fuckers.

My computer wept, and we held each other.

Unfortunately, the preinstalled wireless driver is also gone, and I am currently hunting for it online so that I can transfer it to my laptop. A minor setback, I am hoping. The important thing is that I can now hold my breath in the time it takes to completely restart my computer, programs open as fast as I can blink, and there is no longer the constant buzz of SOMETHING ALWAYS RUNNING. My laptop actually performs as though it has a dual core.

Rayfield et al.? Oh right. Yeah, I'll have another one of those to post too, hopefully.

LNJ

Thursday, April 2, 2009