Archive for January, 2005

The power of love

Thursday, January 13th, 2005

The last paragraph in the Times’ obit of Danny Sugerman, Jim Morrison’s ammanuensis, and later part of Iggy Pop’s management:

Danny Sugerman is survived by his wife, Fawn Hall, who was Oliver North’s secretary during the Iran-Contra scandal under Ronald Reagan’s presidency in the 1980s.

lecturing Bill Gates

Tuesday, January 11th, 2005

on capitalism, is something I never realised I wanted to do until fate gave me the chance. Now, every time I sneeze, banknotes burst out of my pockets and credit cards rattle on the desk. I had expected lots of angry squawking from Linux weenies, but so far there has only been intelligent and civilised feedback.

Update: two Guardian readers complaining that I use “communism” to mean a bad thing; one script kiddie sending me a virus after taking the trouble to look up and fake Zoe Williams’ reader address. “Hello! My 12 year old doughter received this screensaver on a CDROM that was sent to her through advertising. I find it disturbing that children are now being targets of nazi organizations. I would appreciate to hear from you on this matter, as soon as possible. Thank you.”

Christmas isn’t coming

Monday, January 10th, 2005

but already I know what I want

miserable ingrates

Saturday, January 8th, 2005

The lot of you. No one seems to have read the latest Swedish story at all. Still, I have finished it; and if there are any priests reading this, they had best mark and learn from this tragic tale of pastoral outreach.

Fair and balanced

Friday, January 7th, 2005

Have you noticed how getting children to “explore” something is nowadays a synonym for paedophilia, as in “the booklet is used because it is hard to find writings that are both sympathetic to the South and explore what the Bible says about slavery”.

Here is a species of intellectual child abuse, found through William Gibson’s blog. Gibson also has quotes, of which I particularly liked this description of the ante-bellum South: “There has never been a multi-racial society which has existed with such mutual intimacy and harmony in the history of the world.”

memo to self

Thursday, January 6th, 2005

The left-hand margin of the topmost piece of paper on the desk is not a persistent storage medium. In two days’ time you will have lost the vital phone number / password you scribbled there. Nor will you remember whose it was; only that it was vital and is now overdue.

PS memos to self about persistent storage written on the nearest handy piece of paper are not themselves persistently stored, either.