Kung Fu

I somehow got to thinking about Brue Lee and kung fu movies this morning, and it occurred to me that David Carradine's "Kung Fu" would be great to have. Unfortunately, I see there are production problems with the edition available. They cropped the first season in a mistaken bid to attain a wide-screen format. Second, they are only selling the syndicated version, which means that a few minutes have been edited from each show to make room for more commercials.

I have come across the latter problem before, with Michael Landon's "Highway to Heaven". Why can't they work this out? It seems absurd to sell cut episodes on DVD. Surely, we should get everything.

My Hours

Man, it took me almost a whole hour to catch up on my blogging rounds, and I still haven't finished the New York Times yet.

That's too much time for something so trivial. It's not as bad as going through junk mail, as I harvest news and entertainment items from my friends page and from the net in general, but there is this sense that it is a bit like that, like junk mail.

It is something to think about. I want to get more bang for my hour, as I have a much stronger sense of what a limited premium there is on the time I have left in my life, as precious and scarce as money.

LJ just gets suckier and suckier

Wow, LJ just gets suckier and suckier. I just noticed that they have taken to automatically deleting all the comments of a person who has deleted their journals. I was sorry when LJ gave people the option of doing so on their own, but now I see that the mass deletion occurs whether the person wants it or not, and it is retroactive. It really ruins a lot of the nostalgic value of rereading old entries and seeing the comments of old friends. Oh, well, fuck it, life goes on. But, god, how about some good news sometime!

June 13, 2003, Friday, 2235

Those five birds were snuggling cozily under the porch covering. The two adults were standing on the lamp, and the three babies were in the nest looking out. That brief burst of rain in the afternoon has turned into a full-blown storm. Then, when Simple Tree returned from work, the two adult birds were spooked away into the storm, which played on Monk's nerves more than it should. Monk was hoping that the birds would make it back, but he has only seen one return so far.

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Monk is now getting e-mail messages again. He really likes the exchanges. The following is a favorite.

Furtive closed her entry, "I hate how I can't think or write of anything else when there is a War going on -- both in me and around me."

Monk said, "So, stop fighting the War for a while! Just listen and look around you! Write what you see and hear!"

She said, "I do write -- what I see around me all the time. Yanno -- you're funny -- your style of writing in debate is funny -- your spanks are very subtle. I like that."

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January 29, 2012

Remember, I had been in the practice of commenting on random blurties, and so it was not a big move to comment on Furtive's blurty. But why hers instead of other debaters? She wrote with a more zen-like style, and since I knew nothing of looks or anything personal, I was drawn to that, along with the happy assumption that she was a female. We were off to a very nice start.

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And, with that happy note, I think I am through with Blurty for a spell. I am itching to go back and fill in the first months of 1991. This was the time before I lost Jack, and that period is still largely blank in my blog.

Rape Blossom

i’m doing drugs that i bought off the internet

it’s fun

-- Ultraviolent Lolita

Jesus vs. Religion?

A Christian rap video by Jefferson Bethke, "Jesus > Religion", has been enjoying some Internet buzz.

It is an affective message, but it only makes sense for Christians to come together to deepen their understanding and to be a stronger force in the community. It is a good point, though, that one's church is not the final word. Churches stray, but, then, so do individuals.

I’ve lived so little

“I’ve lived so little that I tend to imagine I’m not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake.... The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.”

-- Michel Houellebecq