January 31st, 2009

Scorpio

David Letterman's Bill Hicks tribute

YouTube provides: Here in three parts is David Letterman's Friday night tribute to Bill Hicks, including the entire Hicks comedy routine that Letterman cut back in 1993.

Letterman's introduction.

An 8:10 clip of Letterman's talk with Mary Hicks, Bill Hicks's mother.

And here's the routine, which Letterman now says he shouldn't have cut. It's relatively mild for Hicks, I've heard. By the way, most of the 1993 pop cultural references actually still work:

Walking

A good weekend, Part One

Grand time last night at the Bagdad screening of Battlestar. Even when we were screaming at that cliffhanger.

Aaron liked my latest film score review for Geek in the City. Keep it up, Chris! I want to keep him liking what I write! (The grammar in that sentence is odd, but I think it works. At least I know what I mean. If not, tell me and I'll translate.)

Today continued The Good. I picked up Angel Season One* at the library, then had a seasoned duck-and-noodle soup at Pho Van on Hawthorne. Really hit the spot. Another Something Good: I got a little less clumsy with chopsticks! One of these days I won't embarrass myself using them...

Groceries followed, and now those groceries are in the kitchen in their proper places, I've had juice and supplements, and the soup continues to digest well in me.
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*I'll call this "Angel Season 1.5." I'd borrowed the DVD set a few months ago, but had trouble getting into the season (I think the show wasn't nearly as interesting in its early episodes as it could be). By the time the show started really grabbing my interest and I'd reached Episode 11, I needed to return the set, so I got back in the hold line for it. Now I could watch the last 11 shows at my own leisure.
Whale fluke

Walking outside, watching the weather, asking this question:

Why do we say fog "rolls in"?

I went on a long walk tonight, after taking the bus to downtown then crossing the Steel Bridge to the Eastbank Esplanade, and as I headed south towards home I watched fog insinuate itself over the West Hills across the river. By the time I got to my neighborhood, fog had reached it too. But as I see it, it doesn't "roll." Maybe it looks like it does in time-lapse photography, but not quite, not even then.

Maybe it's more like a dry ooze. It spreads, it touches, it seems to absorb; maybe it grows, and maybe it thickens. That depends. It's a translucent, near-transparent blanket. Maybe. And it does seem dry, until it reaches you, and the air's moisture goes up a touch.

But none of that, to me, implies "rolling in."

But this is English, the language where noses run and feet smell. It doesn't always make sense. And we know what it means, even though it doesn't really say what it means.

The fog has grown back. We've had plenty of fog the past couple of days. But as long as there's nothing in the mist (certainly nothing that took John Lee), I'll let it slide. Hmm. Maybe fog slides...