By Booker B on 1/23/2012 10:50 AM

News: Too-cool internationalista discovers something besides furry boot covers at Burning Man.
Views: Apparently the urge to rewrite this same effing piece is irresistible to a certain percentage of people who finally get around to attending the damn festival. The Org has people who can redraft its PR backgrounders, if needed, so why-oh-why do these people feel compelled to do it for them??

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By Booker B on 12/18/2011 4:48 PM

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By Booker B on 1/8/2011 8:45 AM

I saw the AA drill at second hand. Those people helped my mom pull out of the hole she'd dug, and she never did fall off the wagon after the day she finally called and they visited -- June 21, 1974. Her rock bottom was inability to do anything but sit on the couch, including go to work or do anything for us.

The old man tried AA and ran away in revulsion from the religious aspects to become the local PR flack for Madelyn Murray O'Hair's atheist group. Essentially he substituted addiction to atheist dogma for the booze.

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By Booker B on 12/11/2010 10:11 AM

So I'm making time for a short update, after a long, long time.

I've been thinking about fooling with the site layout for quite a while, and I finally made time for it. I like it so far. It's too plain -- needs some more detail/elaboration/whatever -- but it works as expected (thanks to a tiny javascript and some css -- very small footprint). I find it fun and way silly, as intended. I don't have a whole lot I particularly want this site to do, so it's a decent sandbox. This is nothing I would propose for a commercial site, but it's been an interesting exercise.

How have you been?

By Booker B on 4/27/2010 12:40 PM

I was living in a mountain town & working as the local librarian there. The dream has nothing to do with that job, but it was part of the situation. I was returning to work from somewhere, at some point during the middle of the day. As I approached a big open intersection -- maybe a cul de sac of some kind -- I saw a group of local brothers. All were middle aged, with long, stringy greying hair, and all were similarly overweight, about normal for men their age. They were standing around a car sort of joshing around, and one had a football which he pulled back to throw. His brother got ready to catch, but at the last minute, the first one couldn't bring himself to let go of the ball, so he tucked it away and started to try to run off with it. They all rolled their eyes at having to deal with him again -- he was the wrong 'un and not quite all there, frequently in a petulant but still mostly good-natured way. But they all felt compelled to get his behavior organized so the game could go on, but he just couldn't make himself give up the ball, so they grouped around and started trying to pull it away, while he shuffled and twisted, trying to keep it. It was about to go from playful to cranky & frustrated when I woke up.

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By Booker B on 3/27/2010 4:30 PM

I'm pretty happy with the results of my shirt-making adventure.

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By Booker B on 3/20/2010 11:28 PM

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By Booker B on 3/20/2010 8:19 AM

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By Booker B on 3/7/2010 9:20 AM

My quest for the perfect ginger-bourbon cocktail remains unfulfilled.

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By Booker B on 2/27/2010 5:46 PM

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