Pie

Today, February 24, 2010, I do hereby reclaim this bloggie space for mine own. We had been experimenting with another host, with another version, with another theme, but drat, change is teh hard. As a long, longtime Dreamhost customer, I missed them. I reckon I will see how this implementation goes and then see about bringing all the rest of the blogs home. We moved of course because Dreamhost was screwing up. We do hope they’ve learned their lesson. We’ll see.

You may notice a new addition to the left, something called “Radio ABP.” I have created a brand new radio station. It is just a shuffle mix I play with, no big whoop. Is fun.

Not up to much. Mine father left town this morning so am hoping he drive teh safe. There’s still snow, but it’s no longer bounding up my chariot. There is so much food at the house that I didn’t dare buy lunch out. I have to eat it; have to eat it all. Nom nom nom. Work: The new template is not working for shite. Sigh.

Maybe I’ll make a pie this weekend. But I want one of these.

Dream

Last sleep’s dream was an “unexpected trip” dream. Of course I showed up to the security line without my carry-on and therefore without any toiletries. For some reason, I was carrying around silverware, which my TSA person, played by Chandra Wilson, immediately threw into the trash.

Totus Ardeo

I had a dream last night where I had stumbled across a group conducting a performance of the Carmina Burana. I was in the audience eagerly following along in my score as per usual, but as they drew closer to the ending, they’d throw in their own little versions of movements, so I couldn’t follow them at all. To make it even worse, right before “Tempus Est Iocundum,” which is the one that nobody can WAIT to get to because it’s fun as hell to sing, they stopped and started giving out a whole bunch of awards. I couldn’t stand it, so I called them a bunch of hicks and left, but when I got to my jalopy, I found that the trunk lid was wide open. Then I had to drive down a big hill, and the interstate signs didn’t make any sense. The end.

Also, I am pleased to announce that a domain name I had purchased some years ago (for obvious reasons), aaronpryor.com, but had never used for much, is getting put to better use as of today, representing the greatest junior welterweight fighter ever.

Cherry Blossoms

Am reminded by a professional journal that, even as we’re facing the prospect of a humongous storm starting Friday morning, cherry blossom season is around the corner. A few fun facts about these crazy plants: They originate from a contribution from Tokyo in 1912 as a gesture of friendship and goodwill. 29 years later…heh…

The number of trees has expanded to about 3,750 of 16 varieties on National Park Service land. They are not fruit-bearing trees, just the blossoms. The peak bloom date is defined as the day in which 70 percent of the blossoms of the Yohino cherry trees are open. The date when the blossoms reach peak bloom varies from year to year due to weather conditions, but the mean date of blooming is April 4. The blooming period starts several days before the peak bloom date and can last as long as 14 days.

Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.

There is an earth-shattering paragraph in today’s The Washington Post. And here it is:

Before the war, the equilibrium between Iraq and Iran was a principal geopolitical reality within the region. At that time, the government in Baghdad was a Sunni-run dictatorship. The Shiite-dominated, partly democratic structure that has emerged from the war has not yet found the appropriate balance among its Sunni, Shiite and Kurdish components. Nor is its long-term relationship to Iran settled. If radicals prevail in the Shiite part, and the Shiite part comes to dominate the Sunni and Kurdish regions, and if it then lines up with Tehran, we will witness — and will have partially contributed to — a fundamental shift in the balance of the region.

This is the man one could call the Father of All Neocons admitting that one consequence, unintended or not, of the U.S. incursion into Iraq was the unsettling of a secular Sunni government in favor of a radical Muslim Shia one that has more in common with Iran than with us.

Yet, somehow, Henry Kissinger manages to lay that shit at President Obama’s feet.

Wow.