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| Sunday, February 20, 2005 |
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Hubble bubble 
Don't lick the yellow ink
| | Listen. Kombinat! gives birth to conversations for no other reason but to dispose of them right after birth. It is by the constant generation of conversations Kombinat is able to make profit from the noise of conversations. The conversations themselves don't matter at all. It is only imortant that they get born and then die. As to how they live Kombinat does not care. We treat all conversations equally. It matters not if they are inspirationals or full of hate. As long as Human Beings vomit language out of their mouth Kombinat is profitable. |
| | Slogan: The pen is mightier when it's filled with piss. |
A sign
| | I got so hooked on listening to podcasts in rental cars with mp3 CD players that I went to a car audio shop yesterday to see what the aftermarket had to offer. When I told them I'd want a unit that allowed fast-forwarding and rewinding within selections (the players in the Ford Foci I've been renting only jump from file to file), the salesguy showed me a bunch of Alpine units that do exactly that. Some also support the customer's choice of Sirius and/or XM satellite radio, rather than just one or the other (imagine a radio today sold with AM or FM, but not both), which is nice. |
| | But dig what happened when I brought up the reason I need fast-forward/rewind: "I listen to a lot of —" |
| | "Yeah, they're the hot new thing. All the makers are starting to pay attention to podcasting." |
More of what you won't read or hear in an analyst briefing. Or anywhere but here. Wherever we are.
| | Or maybe I just understand this one better, because it describes my own experiences as well. Chris and I arrived on Earth in the same year, and have oddly similar, sometimes converging, experiential arcs, shall we say. |
| | Anyway, dig it. (Xenoverse agrees.) And listen to the podcast at the second link from the top of this post. More than once. It's that good. |
Vocab question
| | Bonus word: Uberous. Which I learned reading John Simon, the most caustic critic who ever lived, snarking about an unfortunate actress' "uberous left breast." |
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