Reasonable Words

“She had a pretty gift for quotation, which is a serviceable substitute for wit.” — W. Somerset Maughan

Get your shit together.


TechBirmingham’s Ecycling Day March 21@ Vulcan Park

Please join us for TechBirmingham’s Ecycling Day at the Clover Crawl on Saturday, March 21, 2009 from 10 AM to 4 PM in the lower parking lot of Vulcan Park.  Technical Knock Out will be on had to assist TechBirmingham with accepting all old electronics except for television sets.

Technical Knock Out will destroy hard drives of donated devices for you. Also, I’m volunteering. So don’t act like you ain’t curious.


Filed under: F*ck off, Earth!, Geeking Out, I Boss You, IRL

“…[U]nto dust you shall return.”

“Ritual is the way you carry the presence of the sacred. Ritual is the spark that must not go out.”
— Christina Baldwin


Appreciating Ash Wednesday–Without Bursting into Flames

Filed under: God & Co., IRL

Help a girl out.

Filed under: God & Co., IRL, You Boss Me

Would you look at this shit?


I ask you, what avian spawn of hell, in a million years, if he were trying?

To birds of the Southern Birmingham-Hoover Metroplex: This act of naked aggression will not go unanswered. Bitches.

Filed under: Get Your Hate On, IRL, That's F*cked Up

Weekend Review: “Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi-Whip topping”

It appears WordPress does not have a widget that functions like TypePad’s “Media List,” which allows the author to rave about/identify/plug different media items they’re enjoying–or trying to impress their reader(s) by pretending to enjoy. So I guess I’ll do it with a homegrown post. Get comfortable.

On DVD: Mad Men, Season 1

As previously intimated, I’m jonesin’ pretty bad for some fresh Mad Men. Since I’ve no idea when Season 3 is coming out, and Season 2 isn’t available until Summer, it appears, I rummage to the back of the sock drawer for Season 1. It’s not all stems and seeds, but it’s just whetting my appetite to see how 1963 will end (apparently with some national calamity, I read in a fan forum).

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Filed under: Books, Film, In the Ear, IRL, The Idiot Box

An open letter to my iPod

(With sincere apologies to McSweeney’s)


Tiny Black 30GB iPod, why do you make this face at me? Haven’t I always been good to you? Since the day I first unwrapped you in 2006, in accordance with manufacturer’s recommendations, I’ve kept you in some type of protective case. Did I smother you? I tried to give you space to breathe with colorful socks. I’ve never defiled you with non-Apple-approved accessories, often paying a ridiculous mark-up to spare you the degradation.  I’ve even grown used to sheer agony that comes with wearing earbuds.

Tiny Black 30GB iPod, I don’t know where I went wrong. I always thought you enjoyed running in the park, me in my hoodie and yoga pants, you in that cute neoprene armband you like. Remember? We had some good times, didn’t we? I wish you’d talk to me. But all I hear now is the click-click-click of what I assume is an unhappy hard drive. I’d send you to meet your maker, but they want $135, not to repair but to replace you. And since I’m horrible at backing up data, nothing will replace the untold dollars’ worth of iTunes purchases that exist only in your memory.

You know, there are ways of getting you to work again for less money, but I think I should seize upon this opportunity for some long -overdue changes. See, starting today, Tiny Black 30GB iPod, there are new rules. I’ve been trying to decide how to tell you this, so I’ll just come out and say it. I’ve been using something else; I got an iPhone for Christmas, see. It was a gift and it just happened before I knew it! At first he meant nothing (well, very little) to me. I didn’t trust him. With his multi-functionality and non-compatible headphone jack, he played by his own rules and was too clever by half. But, gradually, he began to grow on me. And being able to email, listen to music, and snap a photo with the same piece of hardware, absurd as it sounds, well, it means less clutter in my purse.

So if you think you’re sad now, Tiny Black 30GB iPod, we’ll see how the inside of a drawer for an indeterminate length of time suits you.



Filed under: Geeking Out, IRL

I have three sisters.

One of them sent me this today.

funny picturesWho’s going to Spa Moksha for her birthday?

Filed under: IRL, Things that tickle me

The nursing crush–I mean ‘crash,’ the nursing crash

Much like Matt Cale, yet not at all like him, Ian Miller is all about his business. Keeping house at, his ‘posts’ are more akin to AJN articles, except readable.

This post about the nursing shortage (surely those not directly affected by it are at any rate aware of it) reads it altogether differently–yet exactly the same–being from an Australian perspective. I appreciate an honest assessment from within a nationalized health care system as an aid in filtering the rhetoric one hears in the U.S., both pro and con.

Worth noting. Miller writes:

Another  solution [to the nursing shortage] has been to recruit nurses from overseas or to poach from other hospitals. Both a little ethically dubious and ultimately unsustainable4.

When I read his original post on the issue of international “poaching” (which occurs ultimately at the expense of developing countries), I printed it up and shared it with a coworker from Kenya, eager for her opinion. (This is the same coworker who derides me for getting my news from the BBC. “They’re so colonialist! What are you thinking?” But that’s a story for another day.) Given her sensitivity to the vestiges of colonialism–which I was at first amazed by since she’s easily 10 years younger than me–I’m sure I need hardly describe her reaction to Miller’s (no doubt innocuously meant) use of  the word “poaching.”  But she is still speaking to me, so it’s all good.

Filed under: International, IRL, Open Wide

“A bad day,” recalibrated.

When everything starts spinning, I take comfort in a simple thought:

84716098AW002_President_ObaMy president is black.”

Filed under: IRL, Welcome Change

“Sunday morning in our quiet little white-bred redneck [pathologically f*cked up] mountain town”

Actually, it was only an afternoon, but time enough for me to document something I didn’t think existed anywhere anymore, save for a bigot’s booze-soaked memory. But as no fewer than three shopkeepers asked me to move along, and more than one subject eyed me suspiciously, I documented…well, first the positive. The weekend trip was actually to Cherokee, NC, and it was actually very nice. As this photo will show:


See, nice, huh? Now, as much as I dislike dwelling on the negative, I know pretty pictures like the above aren’t going to hold your attention for long. To that end (and because people need to be aware of this shit), I snapped a few pictures during the afternoon–I make it the better part of 4 hours total–spent in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Yes, it’s sad that this is all I’d want to share from an otherwise relaxing weekend, but it’s the squeaky wheel.  I don’t make the rules.

DISCLAIMER: If you’re viewing this at work, be aware that the images below the fold contain messages and symbols of hate–so don’t get fired or offend that new employee who’s cool and who’s a person of color and to whom you’ve finally proven that you’re really not racist. Honest. You’ve got a “Yes We Can” bumper sticker thumb-tacked to your cubicle wall.  And you could have sworn they noticed the Miles Davis CD you left out on your desk the other day–even though you’ve been listening exclusively to your iPod at work for close to two years now. I mean, what more proof does he/she need already? Besides, isn’t it really about me, the uncomfortable white person, and to what extent everyone accepts me? Anyway, if they walk up and see this scrolling over your monitor, the weeks you’ve spent trying to impress them will have been time wasted. That, and your company’s Compliance and Diversity Officer may need to speak with you. Can’t say you weren’t warned.

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Filed under: Get Your Hate On, IRL, Roaming, That's F*cked Up


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