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Saturday, September 22, 2001
Say where? 
| | [Later... as J.D. points out, and I discovered to my chagrin when I was about to take out the recycling a few minutes ago, it WAS there, which means I was fulla shit when I wrote the rest of the below::::] |
| | Oddly, I was thinking of subscribing to The Times, based on the high quality of its work since AoA day. But now I'm not sure how much I see on the Web is also in print. |
| | In any case, it appears that what we bought it for wasn't there. So I take back my recommendation, made a couple days ago, that ya'll go buy the thing. It's sitll a great paper, with some fine stuff, including a review of Renata Adler's Canaries in the Mineshaft. The review opens by calling attention to this sweeping statement made by Adler in her introduction to the book: There is, in general, in newspapers at least, almost no reliable, uninflected coverage of the news. No celebrity journalists seem even to aspire to it.. |
| | At least now there are more inflections to choose from. Even if they don't all appear in print. |
| | [And since The Times DID publish the section in question, I owe it an apology, and perhaps also a subscription.] |
AoA
| | Here's a list of weblogs reporting on the September 11 Attack on America (which the mainstream media seem to have branded rather deeply as the Meme for the Day). |
| | Not quite related: here's a terrific photo tour of the World Trade Center. It's especially worth visiting, since so many other sites devoted to the WTC seem no less gone. And sites like this are as close as we'll ever get to it again. |
They must've learned something
| | When we moved from a large house to a small one, the last piece of orphan furniture was a long sewing desk that had most recently occupied the hall outside my last office. When we moved that office into its new quarters — the former back half of our house's garage (the garage is configured to house only the back half of a car) — the desk sat out in the driveway covered in plastic. So this moring Joyce and I hauled it up to the street, printed out sheets that said "FREE" and taped them on the three visible sides of the thing, and hoped somebody would take it away. |
| | There are lots of kids on our street, but not much car traffic, so we figured adoption for the desk was a long shot. |
| | But a few minutes ago, when Joyce started walking Jeffrey over to a friend's house, she noticed the desk was gone. When she asked one of the neighbor boys what happened, a whole story emerged. |
| | First some girls came by and decided it would be perfect for their teacher from last year, who said she really wanted a desk (not clear why she wouldn't have one, but that's not a relevant concern at this piont). So they started hauling it up to the school, which is about a quarter mile away. |
| | Then the boys took pity on these girls who were heaving the desk along at about two feet per lift, and decided to pick it up together and carry it the rest of the way, like pallbearers, to the school. All told perhaps 15 different kids were involved in transporting this thing from our house to the school grounds. |
| | The school is closed, of course, because it's Sunday. |
| | Meanwhile, the desk waits outside the classroom door, ready to greet the teacher tomorrow morning. |
Day of Rest
| | I'm going to give The War a rest today. Along with a lot of other things. We have guests and work, both of which are a lot more fun anyway. |
A visual afternoon
| | Santa Barbara isn't on the way to much else, unless you're fond of taking the long scenic route from San Francisco to Los Angeles. If you're coming here, chances are it's your destination (or in our case, your destiny). |
| | As it happens, Susan Kitchens was coming here yesterday for an alumni thing at Westmont College, which is the pretty little college we found next door after we moved here. |
| | So she showed up in her convertible yesterday afternoon with two friends in tow, and we sat out in the back yard drinking beer and having a great time. |
| | The pix are up here already. She's fast. |
| | Like Susan, her friends Julie and Mike are visual folks. Julie's blog doesn't showcase all her talents yet (give her time as well as traffic); but this site does. Go there and you'll find she's a terrific cartoonist. |
| | What's extra cool is that Mike & Julie are both local. They live in Carp, which I learned is the local nickname for Carpinteria. And Susan is a Southlander as well. She abides on the far side of Los Angeles, which isn't that far, really. |
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