That special time of year

Record-tying cold has us under wraps , notes the Staten Island Advance, beating out other Big Apple-based publications in Googlejuice for coverage of today’s chilly weather in the vicinity of the Big Apple.

Buck up, City people! The Nets might move to Brooklyn, after all, and Jersey’s looking at recognizing same-sex commitment ceremonies, and just to top things off, a) Ken’s eating soup and b) while your temperatures are in the single-digits, here in Seattle it’s a balmy 47, and will likely climb to 50 or so!

Good thing, too, ’cause I have some errands to run.

To da Moon, circa 1959

Project Horizon at astronautixcom [via things].

HORIZON is the project whose objective is the establishment of a lunar outpost by the United States. This study was directed by letter dated 20 March 1959, from the Chief of R&D, Department of the Army, to the Chief of Ordnance. Responsibility for the preparation of the study was subsequently assigned to the Commanding General, Army Ordnance Missile Command. Elements of all Technical Services of the Army participated in the investigation. This report is a limited feasibility study which investigates the methods and means of accomplishing this objective and the purposes it will serve. It also considers the substantial political, scientific and security implications which the prompt establishment of a lunar outpost will have for the United States.

Includes numerous black and white illustrations. Part of Encyclopedia Astronautica. Don’t miss the Phantom Cosmonauts, where I learned that the Russian space program actually flew a full-size sculpture of Yuri Gagarin around the moon. Who says that art under socialism lacks imagination?

Bottoms Up!

The Illuminated Donkey takes a fare-thee-well glance at every power-crazed political criminal’s favorite bevvy, Johnny Walker!

I’ll drink to that!

(Full disclosure: as part of an endorsement deal with The Illuminated Donkey, the author of this website once received a half-empty bottle of Johnny Walker Red, or some substantial drinks, or something, from noted wanna-be Broadway impresario Ken Goldstein. I can’t remember. There was a lot of alcohol involved. There may have been women.)

(confidential to Yassir Shizmebehbe: It’s been a busy damn week over here, and I am NOT sending you the goddamn scotch. If I did, Goldie would see it in your bar, and then he’d get wise, see? That’s the last thing we want at this stage.

But we will reimburse for up to 50 percent of business related bartabs for Mr. Goldstein on your card on receipt of the initial score and lyrics for legal review. There’s some nibbles from Taymor regarding a sort of revisionist thing, especially if we can work the whole alcoholic seeks redemption angle into the plot – separate, of course, from the score and the tunes. It’s ironic, see?

Looking forward to meeting your new PA and ‘secretary’ on the links Friday. Best to the little lady.)

Dead Man – Dead Amp

O fer krissakes.

AMC is running Jarmusch’s masterwork this secont, Dead Man, and OF COURSE I’m gonna stay up and watch it.

For which I owe thanks, as I learned that my %^&*#$!@ stereo amp has a channel out, godammit. God-dammit.

Ixaybichay: I am Nobody.

(That’s Gary Farmer, and he’s in the very excellent Smoke Signals, too.)

Warbussing

I had my interview in Redmond (no, not with a certain software behemoth) this afternoon and it went very well. Over pho the CTO showed and discussed the company’s product and I’m still very excited about it. I also found the CTO likeable and enjoyed our conversation.

On the way home, I couldn’t find the stop for the 545, which is the fast bus back to Seattle, so I took a 249 (a magic short bus!) to the Bellevue transit center. I killed time on the bus by firing up KisMAC, a stumbler that works with third-party wireless cards and drivers.

In the thirty minutes we drove though the suburban Eastside, skirting the shore of Lake Samammish, not once was I without wireless access for over a minute; sadly, I was unable to connect, but that may be a configuration problem with the app (it takes over from the default driver when you launch it).

KisMAC prompts you to save the results, and I did so – I’ll crunch the numbers and get back to you. Have your people call my people, and they’ll do lunch.

Seattle Weekly on suicide, Doyon

One Suicide Too Many: by Philip Dawdy

CYNTHIA DOYON meant business the morning of Aug. 5. She was cleaning out her desk at KUOW-FM and moving on after 24 years at the NPR station. The 48-year-old with a smooth, husky voice had been working part time on weekends as the host of The Swing Years and Beyond. For photographs, she dressed like a 1940s throwback—checked jackets and skirts, permed blond hair carefully parted to the side. Around the University of Washington campus, however, she was most commonly seen walking to the library wearing khakis and a windbreaker, Schlitz beer cap on her head, books in her arms.

Watching the persistent traffic to and heartfelt messages left on my two posts about Doyon’s death tells me that this article will certainly be of interest to many people. I have yet to read the piece, but I hope it helps to answer the many sad questions I’ve seen in my email inbox these past few months.

(After reading the piece: It’s good, and impassioned, and worth reading.)

Rest in peace, Cynthia: you are truly remembered with deep fondness.