praise for
days of naze
kingman, barstow, san bernadino

days of  
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strung out 
brush with greatness 
soul food  
 


 

An obnoxiously large

(101k .wav) audio greeting

from the Author.

December 31, 1998   
    

I award myself this award

Sometimes the best thing in the cereal box was the prize.

In fact, it's not too difficult for me to remember a time when that was the only thing I cared about. And it's that kind of memory that makes me nostalgic for the old days of the Web. When sites about this crappy could apply for and "win" a plethora of crappy badges.

Everyone knew they were cheap and goofy but you still grooved on 'em like the cereal box prize. I fished around in a metaphorical cereal box a couple months ago to find that they stopped putting prizes in there.

So I did the next best thing.

Strap on your sun goggles and unseal that envelope. The Narcissus Award goes to...me! (Halcyon, do you have the number for a good lawyer?)

Loose lips sink ships,

   

p.s. Whew! Did we get some e-mail on the impeachment tirade? Hoo-doggy! I'll have to be incendiary a little more often. Thanks to everyone who felt strongly enough about the issue to write.

p.p.s. 15 days without an update? Ouch. Save yourself the hassle: new days notification list.

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previously on days of naze: 
requiem for a president
pre-game stupid
my affair with a greek woman 
brain baker
occupational hazard
i blame them
brilliant mistake
pleasure victim 
the stupid rules 
driven to distraction 
my corner of the planet 
spawn apologist 
broken 
clench 
interview with a madman 
an introduction 
 launch 

what have you done for me lately?
stupid football.

May you never be more active than  
when you are doing nothing.  

-Cato

in the feedbag: 
 
book: Time Out Guide to Brussels. Will probably be there in late January for bidness and will be lucky to get 1 day for fun which totally sucks. Stumbled upon a very naughty picture in the film section -- made my lungs all tickly.

'nuther book: Alvin Journeyman by Orson Scott Card. In chapter 2 one of the characters likens his brother's teachings to the baking of brains (see menu to left). Sent a little chill down my spine. Either I'm getting so old I'm forgetting that I've already read this thing (I just bought it new) or Orson and I are mind melded.

tv: Frontline - My Secret Daughter.

mag: Harper's - Nickled & Dimed. Make sure to vote whenever you get a chance to raise the minimum wage.

viola: Played a gig with fellow PYP alumni this weekend! We'll talk about it in January, k.o.?

     

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