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It was still an act of extreme prescience to toss all ours in the dumpster last weekend. 
| | I keep hearing that Cue:Cat is dead, although it doesn't look that way at the Digital Convergence site (even though the index page speaks of its visions in the past tense). |
Surviving appearances
| | The best live performance I've ever attended was when John Lee Hooker played St. Joseph's AME (African Methodist Episcopal) Church in Durham, North Carolina. It was around the turn of the 80s, and in those days I was going to pretty much every interesting act that came through town. I had no idea this was going to be anything unsual. |
| | When I walked in the door, John Lee was standing near the entrance looking old and beat in his orange jacket. He also smelled pretty bad, frankly, and I felt guilty for noticing it. As usual, I took a seat in the front pew (I hate sitting in the back of anything). In a few minutes John Lee came in and grumbled "Stand up!" in a gruff voice. Everybody obeyed. He then launched into a series of songs that simply wouldn't allow anybody to sit for the next several hours. It was a Rock & Roll Gospel Event of the first order. After that I knew a lot more about both John Lee and the whole genre would never have been the same without him. |
| | For the last few years John Lee has lived down the hill from my house above Redwood City, California. I'd pass his place often. He had a Caddy parked out front with a vanity plate that made clear whose house it was. Recently we also came to share the same barber. |
| | So now I'll share the story our barber once told me about his most famous customer. |
| | It seems that John Lee liked to have his hair cut at home, and the barber was glad to oblige. But one day when he came over to John Lee's house, there was a corpse in the front parlor, laying on the couch. When the barber went over to have a closer look, the corpse — which belonged to a gaunt white man — appeared to have been dead for some time. When the barber went into John Lee's bedroom, where the old man sat ready for his haircut, the barber said, "Did you know there's a dead guy in your living room?" "Aw," John Lee replied, "That's just Kieth Richards. He always looks like that." |
| | Yesterday we drove past John Lee's house on our way out of town. I wondered, as I always do, about how the old guy was doing. It turns out our barber was losing two customers on the same day. |
When will the same thing dawn on credit card and banking companies?
| | By the way, when I say I agree with ESR that "hackers built the Net," I mean programmers working for everybody, rather than just for their employers. The Net was something we (or the part of we that can program) made for all of us. I just discovered that I once said a bit more about the same thing here. |
| | And I love Craig's idea of free hardware. |
Yes
| | I like juxtaposing what Tom said on the 12th with what Dave said today. |
No
| | Is there a blog that says more with fewer words than Tom's? |
Searls' Nth Law
| | In the webbed editorial universe, all energy tends toward a blog. |
Becoming a sleep wort
| | In the midst of way too much to do (I think I pulled down over a thousand emails), I had to go to a Father's Day thing at Jeffrey's pre-school. It was a swimming/barbeque thing at the end of which I was so exhausted that I fell asleep in the car. |
| | But on the way back to the office I was listening to a couple of programs on KPFK. I caught the end of New Dimensions, and the beginning of Why Poetry. Two quotable lines persist in my mind. The first was from Joseph Campbell (no relation to Glen, below, as far as I know): Demons are unrecognized gods. The other was from the poet (whose name I missed) interviewed for the second show: Heaven is where you don't worry so much. Right after hearing that was when I fell asleep. |
And it's closer to Santa Barbara, too
| | Got a nice note from Glen Campbell, who lives in Morgan Hill, where we stopped on the way down yesterday. It's a nice little town. |
| | So  here's the best way to acquaint yourself with it. Next time you're headed south from the Bay Area on 101, spare yourself the usual crunch where all traffic from 280, 101 and 85 funnels down to two lanes at Coyote Lake:- Take the Bernal Road exit and follow the signs to Monterey Highway South. It parallels 101 into downtown Morgan Hill.
- Stop at Rosy's at the Beach or any of the other nice little restaurants there.
- Take Dunne Street back out to 101 and continue on your way.
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| | Disclaimer: Rosy is my sister-in-law. Her other eponymous establishment is Rosy's Fish City, which got a great write-up recently in the San Jose Mercury News. Of course the Mercury took it off the Web so it's a 404 now from searches that find it. Fortunately, it's still cached at Google, so you can read the review here. And since you're not admiring the artwork in that Fish City logo, I'll admit to creating it. |
Unintended consequence of the day
| | Touching the uranium-isotope-powered Titanium — with its metal (Titanium?) keyboard, makes my telephone headset buzz. |
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