Taken from the owner's manual for the 2004 Mazda6:
All children instinctively know it.
A few adults still remember it.
One unique car company refuses to outgrow it.
In grown-up language, it means the exhilaration and
liberation that come from experiencing sheer motion.
But as usual, children put it much better and simply call it " Go Zoom-Zoom."
We practice it every day.
It's why we build the kind of cars we do.
Zoom-Zoom.
Can we re-awaken it in you today?
I had a very strange dream last night:
I was living somewhere in Western Europe, working at some sort of musical instrument shop owned by Mrs. Atkinson, my high school ASL (yes, American Sign Language) teacher. Mrs. Atkinson had left earlier in the day for Germany with some sort of youth orchestra that she managed/conducted/whatever, so I'm running the shop alone. I'm supposed to drive to Germany after I close up to help her out with the orchestra thing.
Just as I'm about to close the store, this man and his daughter come in, wanting to buy a green oboe we have in the corner of the store. I think to myself that I should probably dust off the oboe and check it out before giving it to the daughter to try. As I pick up the oboe, I'm a little amazed that it's a) made of metal b) lacking a large number of levers I tend to associate with woodwinds c) got a mouthpiece like a flute. I have no idea how to play the oboe (in the dream, or in real life), so I blow into it, press some levers, and then hand it over to the daughter.
After a few minutes, the father comes to me and tells me that the oboe is playing a little flat. I look over at the daughter and the oboe; the reed she's using is made from cork and shaped like a styrofoam cup. "Well, yeah," I think. I can't get a hold of Mrs. Atkinson on the phone, so I tell the man to come back another day. Then I drive to Germany.
shamelessly ripped from gawker.
<limefest> i hate samba
<allan> the developers of samba hate it too
<limefest> i need it though
<allan> I remember reading an article where they were like "we only write it because it's horrible. we wish it would go away."
<jon> i met a samba developer on a plane once
<allan> ha
<allan> sounds like material for a nerdy coming of age novel
<allan> did he change your life, jon?
<jon> hmm
<jon> i would have to say no
<jon> he changed part of my life
<jon> the part when i was on the plane but before i fell asleep
The daily exploits of Jon Baudanza are available here.
I fed yesterday's post into this thing, and it thinks I'm a woman.
This is just amazing (in a bad way). It's like something out of Futurama.
Is this what your correspondence starts looking like when you become a rock star or a member of some vestigial royal family?
A blatant reference to William Eggleston:
Golf Cart : Tricycle as Stanford : Memphis? Maybe.
Apparently, I am the Buddha of hipsters. It's all true, except for the part about the sunglasses, the jeans, and the bomber jacket. And the part about the coffee drinking. As well as the part about singing "Little Green Bag."
You are the Consummate Hipster. Newbies bow to
you, everyone else just stares, as you swagger
down the street with "Little Green
Bag" stuck in your head.
What Kind of Hipster Are You?
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