One of our local public radio stations, KPCC, is in the middle of a pledge drive. They're playing the Birkenstock-wearing public-radio-listening liberal stereotype to the hilt. They're giving away a Prius to one lucky donor! And more than once, in trying to prod listeners into making a donation, multiple announcers have said something along the lines of "these people who are already donating to public radio are just like you! There may be a public radio donor driving in the car next to you! You may be sitting next to a fellow donor at church, work, or school! There may be a public radio donor ahead of you in the line at Trader Joe's!"
One announcer almost slipped and said "supermarket" (gasp!), but thankfully she caught herself in time, only getting out the first "ssss" before pausing and getting back on track. I hope that she won't be punished.
That Trader Joe's stuff wouldn't work in Berkeley, where for the latest entry in the "How Berkeley Can You Be" file, local NIMBYs are opposing a TJ's in their neighborhood. My favorite quote from the article:
"Trader Joe's is a nonunion store owned by a secretive German family that sells specialty food and low-cost alcohol," said Steve Wollmer, who lives 250 feet from the site. "Do we really need this in our neighborhood?"
Those secretive Germans! I'd never thought of TJ's typical behavior of getting you hooked on a particular product, only to vanish it without a trace months later, as a dirty Nazi mind trick, but now it all makes sense!
(I've been on the future Trader Joe's site in question; right now it's a run-down little strip mall fronting a busy street that houses a Kragen Auto Parts and a pet-food store. It's not as if Trader Joe's is bulldozing a public playground or the last Julia Morgan historic building in South Berkeley in order to plonk down their store. But we can't have change, because change might possibly be bad -- this is why you have to be a special kind of crazy to successfully live in Berkeley.)
|This weekend Digory met his kind of woman — Penny, who was his age, his size, and always up for rough play like wrestling and tug-of-war. Unfortunately, she was only staying the night; we were just one stop on a trip from Texas to Oregon.|
Dig spent yesterday kind of mooning around, sniffing forlornly where Penny had been, but he seems to be back to normal today. (Houseguests are ephemeral, but potentially deadly mailmen who are a threat to our house and who need to be barked at are eternal!)
Penny was such a sweetheart, and she and Digory were so cute playing together, that we took a lot of pictures and put them here.
Mars, the project that I've been working on since March, went public in a 'soft' announcement (we're going to tell you about it, but we're holding back on the press releases for the moment) at Adobe's MAX conference this past week.
If you're interested in PDF, XML, SVG, or how the three can be combined, you can visit the Mars wiki at Adobe Labs. (If you're not, well, at least now I can tell you a little more about what I do beyond "I work on Acrobat — you know, the thing with the PDF files?")
So, it's been a long time since my last entry. Maybe I shouldn't have inadvertently ended my blog with a tale about a stabbing two doors down from us; some of you out in Internetland may have been wondering if I'd become the victim of some kind of crime-and-ultraviolence ring...
But hey, look over here — cute dog picture!
Since our last installment:
Besides the Dachsund races, Oktoberfest at Old World was in full swing — something we pretty much took a pass on, because how excited can you get over $8 beer? But we did walk through Old World's assortment of little shops; OW plays host to not one but two decently-stocked German delis. (While the foodstuffs were well-represented, I have to wonder at some of the other German-sourced products they had for sale; for example, one store was selling Schauma shampoo, which I remember as pretty much the cheapest stuff you could get. For a German to buy this would be much like an American expat getting all misty-eyed over the opportunity to buy Suave.) All in all, things turned out much better than our trip to Torrance's Alpine Village a couple of years ago.
"There is no crime committed, not a hate crime, and not even a love crime."
Why do I keep hearing the B-52s in my head? "Love crime, baby, love crime ..."
When news of the letters first emerged, the local Republican blogosphere, as represented by the folks at OCBlog, first blamed the letters on a sekrit Democrat conspiracy!!!1! to discredit the GOP. When Tan emerged as the culprit, it was still the Democrats' fault, as Tan wasn't a real Republican — don't you know that he switched parties just two years ago? (This despite their loving profile when he entered the fray a year ago.) And even if you accept Tan's Republicanism, you've still got to blame the Democrats, because they're the ones benefitting from the fact that Republicans look like dolts! Now, of course, it's time to move on — sigh ... can't we be more high-minded here? — and any Orange County Democrat who's still talking about Tan Nguyen (just over a week later, as an active investigation progresses) is a demagogue and a grandstander!
I don't know why I keep these people in my blogroll; they've turned into a slightly less cantankerous version of the cranky old men who write into the Orange County Register complaining about taxes, mass transit, and how flouridation is polluting our precious bodily fluids.