rem acu tetigisti [translation]

I never thought I would find it, but I did today. Back in 1999, maybe 2000, I saw an online video clip of a yellow puppet riding along in an automobile, banging its head to a catchy techno beat. I could never find more information about it, though. Until today.

Say hello to Flat Eric. Turns out it was an ad for Levi's "Sta-Prest™ denim", though none of the commercials on that page match the original video I'd seen (if you're curious, you can find a link to an avi version of the video in one of the links below; I don't link directly to it to be respectful of others' bandwidth).

Full details on the ad campaign can be found in the Guardian article here. Weird that I never saw these ads on television; perhaps they were just a European phenomenon?

Anyway, I've found the source at last. The search that finally did it was "puppet head banging" car commercial, which led me here, and then a search for levi's commercial head-banging puppet got me here.

Thank you, internet!

Last updated by eric Fri Dec 09 16:26 2005 | thought | link

si quaeris peninsulam amoenam circumspice [translation]

I can't remember now what brought me there, but I recently found myself researching word and phrase origins, and for some reason the origin for "thinking outside the box" stuck with me.

Well, not so much "some reason" as "a really complicated story".

Several months ago, a co-worker brought in a large-ish cardboard box that contained a plastic bag filled with beanbag filling. It was intended for the beanbag in their office, but since it would be such a mess to transfer the little toxic pellets into the beanbag, there was much procrastination.

Finally, weary of having a big box in his office, and concerned about a forthcoming shared office situation, Bt stuffed the pellets (still in the plastic bag) into the bean bag and put the box outside his office to be taken away by whatever magic fairies come and take away the things we don't want any more.

Bt must not be paid up on his fairy plan, because the box sat there.

And sat there.

For several more months.

Since I walked by the box in the hallway every day, now it was starting to annoy me. One day I realized that the box was nearly the same dimensions as one of the low-backed chairs in my office. I wasn't sure, though. I mean, it could be a little too narrow, since the chair...well, there's only one way to find out!

We now have a chair in our office that sits inside a box. There wasn't really enough room in the box for most of us to be able to sit in the chair, so it got a lot of comments (I'm sure if it had been the right size to readily fit an occupant, it would have garnered no comments whatsoever). Av was able to actually fit, though, so we took pictures and made all sorts of obvious jokes.

One day I came in to work and someone had written in blue marker on the box:

i am bad
i am bad
i am bad
i am bad
i am bad
i am bad
i am bad
i am bad
i am bad
i can't take it any more

Recently, though, during an especially crowded moment in the office, someone (was it Jl?) sat on the chair without paying heed to the box, and now the box more readily conforms to the shape of the chair, and people sit in it more frequently.

We still make all sorts of obvious jokes about it, of course.

Last updated by eric Thu Oct 27 06:57 2005 | word | link

in vino veritas [translation]

It's past my bedtime, I am full of the most amazing Eritrean food I have ever eaten, not to mention the honey wine, as well as the dizzying wonder of an awesome movie, and now we have to find parking near our apartment. On a Saturday night. When the clubs are going full swing. In San Francisco.

Me: You could park outside the. The, um, big yellow.
Her: Huh? Big yellow?
Me: Yeah, big yellow, you know, tag in the sky? With the parking lot?
Her: You mean Best Buy?
Me: Ahh, brand identification.

We did find parking outside of Best Buy's lot, though.

Last updated by eric Wed Oct 26 07:50 2005 | omission | link

quod erat in veniendum [translation]

Though I'm not sure he would agree, I think the most significant thing Sy ever taught me is that you don't need to turn the water on if liquid soap is involved.

Think about it: if you're in a public restroom, ready to wash your hands before departing, and there's liquid soap, what do most people do? They turn on the water, let it run without using it while they pump soap into their hand, then lather the soap under the stream of water, which usually washes away all the soapiness before it's actually useful.

Sy showed me the right way—leave the water off, use the water in the liquid soap to work up a lather, then when your hands are clean, turn the water on to rinse your hands off. It saves water, it saves soap (you don't need to pump out nearly as much when you're not rinsing it off too early), and the world is a much better place as a result.

So, thanks, Sy.

Last updated by eric Tue Oct 25 07:13 2005 | thought | link

pro re nata [translation]

Her: What the [INTERJECTION]!? More than one dead person??
Me: Well, yeah. It's not "Carnival of Soul".
Her: True. Then it would need James Brown.

Of course, the only reason we'd rented Carnival of Souls was due to the homage in Romero's recent Land of the Dead. Still haven't found a copy of Sergeant York, though.

(BTW, my apologies to Mighty Girl and Defective Yeti for stealing the dialogue format, but it's just too handy not to!)

Last updated by eric Mon Oct 24 08:08 2005 | word | link

mutatis mutandis [translation]

Sometimes, finding things on the web is easy. Last night I had trouble convincing A that her relatives were actually first cousins, once removed. She maintained that they were second cousins. This is a discussion I've found myself in far too often to count, so long ago I had investigated the exact terminology and committed it to memory. That wasn't enough to convince A, though, so I fired up the computer and on the first search we found the page which provided all the details we required.

Sometimes, though, finding things on the web is more challenging. After our success with discovering cousin definitions, A asked if it was possible to find the song that she had heard on the radio the other day. This got kinda complicated.

The first attempt was based on the fact that the song was probably titled "Sweater Song". This search showed us that there's a song out there by Weezer that's really pretty popular, and about sweaters. So then we tried again, this time removing Weezer from the equation. No luck here, either—the results not only didn't have the song we were looking for, but still had Weezer results due to many pages talking about the song without using "Weezer", or else using some altered version like "Weezerton".

By this point it'd gotten personal. This obscure little song thinks it can elude my mighty search prowess? We'll just see about that!

I went back to A for more details, like lyrics mentioned in the song, hoping that someone somewhere had recorded the lyrics on the web. She said that the song mentions that the sweater was left in a car after camping, so we added those keywords. Still no luck. "After" isn't a very good word to query on, though, so I took it out and replaced it with "lyrics". Google was getting us nowhere.

The lyrics search column on A9.com has some good results for a certain timespan of songs, so I took a stab at it, just searching for "sweater". No dice, though having only 33 results to wade through was nice.

I moved over to the Amazon.com music search, with which I am intimately familiar. If we can't find the lyrics directly, maybe we can find it based on the song title. Except, well, there are a LOT of songs that match just the keyword "sweater", and checking for "sweater song" just brings up that horrid Weezer again. I'm really starting to dislike Weezer, and not just because I once confused them with Ween, much to the entertainment of my friends.

All right, A, where did you hear the song? On NPR? Okay, let's check on the NPR website. Ah, you were listening to KQED? Let's look through the KQED archives, then.

Hey look, the archives only go back a couple weeks. You say you were listening to it a couple months ago? Super.

All right, back to Google, then. (Why not A9? I still haven't figured out how to make them my default search site in the Safari search field.) Since, according to A, the song was featured on the same NPR show as Baz Luhrmann's "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)", maybe someone mentioned that in their weblog, and we can search on it. Or maybe not. Too many results? Try another keyword. Still too many results, and none appear useful? Try going back to an earlier strategy of looking for lyrics, get briefly excited that it might be Liz Phair, but no, it's not. It's maybe from the 80's? Let's try that, then. Well, let's go back to the original query and build up from there again. If there are so many sites that mention Weezer's "Undone", let's try removing that keyword from the query. Hey, that looks promising, at the bottom of the first page, a post about Meryn Cadell that mentions a "Sweater Song" released in 1991 (well, not the 80's, but close).

One last search, including the artist's name in quotation marks, and we've found the lyrics to Meryn Cadell's "The Sweater".

Now if only there were some legal way of listening to at least a snippet of the song online. At least Meryn Cadell's website includes lyrics and shows which album the song is available on, and there are copies available for sale on Amazon.com.

After all that, no one was really that impressed. Ah well.

Last updated by eric Sun Oct 23 11:46 2005 | deed | link

ad vitam aeternam [translation]

I am apparently only 38.12% nerd, according to the Archie McPhee Nerd Test (though I did score extra points for using a Mac to take the test).

This disappointingly low score does not help assuage the separation anxiety I feel now that I live so far from the main Archie McPhee store in Ballard. But their parent company, Accoutrements, seems to supply a lot of the novelty stores in San Francisco, so maybe I'll still be able to find some Bleak Wristbands before I lose interest in owning any.

Last updated by eric Sat Oct 22 12:43 2005 | omission | link

manus manum lavat [translation]

I have a plan.

I ride Caltrain to work, so I shell out a lotta bucks for a monthly pass. When I recently found out about the pilot "GO Pass" program, I was pretty excited. From the Caltrain FAQ:

What is the Caltrain GO Pass?

The Caltrain GO Pass offers unlimited rides on Caltrain for a full calendar year for a low price of $79.50 per employee, with every eligible employee required to participate.

Employees benefit because they are provided with a great commute alternative that won't result in any additional taxes. Per Internal Revenue Service regulations, up to $100 per month is excludable from the gross income of an employee for transportation with transit passes provided by an employer.

To participate in the pilot Caltrain GO Program, interested companies must enter into a written agreement with Caltrain. The company must also:

• Provide Employee Verification stating how many full-time employees (working more than 20 hours per week) are employed by the company at each participating location.
• Pay $79.50 per each full-time employee or a minimum of $5,565 per company, whichever is greater, before receiving the passes.
• Have a photo badge for each employee, to which the company will adhere the GO Pass sticker.

Interested companies can call Caltrain at 650.508.6292.

Start up my own company! From my perusal of the rules so far, the primary requirement is that the passes are only for full-time employees, defined as working more than 20 hours per week. This seemed a little difficult to work around, but then I realized I could "hire" people to sleep, then offer them a Caltrain annual pass at a reasonable rate. Since most people sleep at least 40 hours each week, it'd be a full-time gig, and by allowing people to work at home all the time, I might even be able to get some grants for telecommuting studies or something.

I'm still working out some of the kinks, so you venture capitalists just hold off for now, okay? You'll all have your chance to woo me, I promise.

Last updated by eric Fri Oct 21 21:20 2005 | thought | link

eureka [translation]

Every year I try to join a non-profit society of some sort. Last year was the Cartoon Art Museum here in lovely San Francisco. This year I'm feeling the need to contribute to something that fits into my eco-lovin' boots, so when I found out that The Sierra Club is based in San Francisco as well, I thought I'd found my cause.

After checking out their website, though, I discovered they're a bunch of naturalists. I respect nature (and naturalists), but I'm not really interested in actively supporting such things. So I was at a loss yet again.

Today, though, Sh sent me this article about the Slow Food movement and the plan to feed the homeless of San Francisco with organically-grown foods (which nicely dovetails into the recent Grist article about the unaffordability of organic foods, which, hey, looky that, mentions Slow Food). Not only does "Slow Food" fit into the culinary training that Sh is pursuing, but it's also about reducing the resources required to deliver the necessities of life, which fits well into my Weltanschauung.

Best of all, there's a San Francisco "convivium", which apparently was the first convivium in the United States.

Sure, the Slow Food guiding principles lean a little toward granola hippiedom, but overall it seems like the right choice.

Last updated by eric Thu Oct 20 21:46 2005 | deed | link

sperate miseri caveat felices [translation]

Our dear compatriot at Accounts Payable Voucher has wittily and succinctly opined upon the notion of pregnant women eating sashimi.

Though I agree that people are sometimes more reticent to eat raw fish than they should be, I think it's generally appropriate in the United States, since most of the country isn't close enough to a source of water that provides appropriately fresh fish for raw consumption. Japan, on the other hand, where one could practically walk to the Pacific from any point on the island, has a better chance of getting most excellently fresh fish.

Add in the fact that fish in the United States are often brimming with all sorts of chemical nasties, and Old Testament pronouncements on shellfish start to make a lot of sense.

I just think perhaps we should respect our environments by recognizing that everyone's conditions are different; what's good for the Magellan goose isn't necessarily good for the Canada gander.

Last updated by eric Wed Oct 19 21:31 2005 | omission | link

deus ex machina [translation]

At a loss recently, I poured my worthless meanderings into Dr. Sparkle's ear (eye?) with an email funnel:

I've been trying to rack my brain lately to come up with a director's name (or even just the name of one of his movies), but am having no luck. I'm hoping you might have some idea.

He's directed a few movies, all small productions, art house type films. I think he's Gen X, but not sure. I remember there's one actor who's been in two of his movies, but can't remember who that actor is.

Yeah, not much to go on, is it?

I had his work confused with Jim Jarmusch's for some reason; the one movie I remember seeing in the theatre in Seattle (so sometime between 1999 and 2002) was titled something like "Iron Will", or "Iron John", or something like that (but neither of those, since I've checked those titles). The story was of a kid who hooked up with a transient/wanderer and Learned Something About Life, maybe something to do with music/blues, too. The movies tend to be very light on plot, and a little challenging to understand.

Dang, no wonder I'm having so much trouble figuring it out, I can't even come up with solid details.

Anyway, any ideas/leads?

I think you're thinking of Hal Hartley and his film Henry Fool.

Last updated by eric Tue Oct 18 21:50 2005 | thought | link

id est [translation]

Me: Quick, I have nothing to write about. Say something witty.
Her: Huh?
Me: I have nothing to write about. Please say something witty.
Her: Rutabaga.
Me: How do you spell that?
Her: R-U-T-E...B...H...L? Something.
Me: Yep, that'll do.

Last updated by eric Mon Oct 17 21:10 2005 | omission | link

nosce te ipsum [translation]

We stopped in the bookshop to ask for directions to the nearest Mexican food, but I'd ended up buying something, mainly because I feel bad getting good directions without buying something.

While I'm standing there waiting for my purchase to be rung up, I noticed a Booksense poster on the wall. I've since found this article detailing the campaign behind the poster (you can see the PDF version of the poster on the same site here).

Though I'm certainly partial to independent booksellers, I found the misleading errors in the poster to be rather distressing. The poster contrasts California "independent" booksellers with Amazon.com on four numerically-measured points:

• In-store author appearances
• Local charity donations
• Local people employed
• Sales taxes collected

Charity donations was a mostly valid point in 2004, but considering the millions that Amazon.com has collected for the American Red Cross and other charities, I'm not sure it's a relevant comparison, either. Now that the winners of the Amazon.com Nonprofit Innovation Award have been announced, this bulletpoint is even more irrelevant.

Which leaves us with in-store author appearances. This one's hard to counter, actually, aside from original works from popular authors that aren't available anywhere else, the numerous author interviews, and fun little promotions that Amazon.com has run over the years.

The thing that most annoyed me about the poster is that the topic is one that deserves a good thinking-over, and the poster does the subject no justice. Still, I'll give you points for trying, NCIBA.

Last updated by eric Sun Oct 16 11:27 2005 | omission | link

in camera [translation]

Me: See? Top hats are cool. If Jim Broadbent can pull it off, I totally can, too.
Her: Jim Broadbent can't pull it off. Harold Zidler can.
Me: I wonder whether Baz Luhrmann is gay.

Last updated by eric Sat Oct 15 09:16 2005 | deed | link

sic semper tyrannis [translation]

Though I haven't been able to squeeze Starslip Crisis into my regular reading schedule, I must say I adore the new t-shirt. It's a history lesson and a pop-culture test all wrapped up in one tidy package!

Last updated by eric Fri Oct 14 06:44 2005 | omission | link

e pluribus unum [translation]

Sh attends culinary school. Double-check that adjective in case you missed it, because it's pretty significant to the irony that her school was required to participate in the Constitution and Citizenship Day lesson plan mandated by West Virginian Senator Robert C. Byrd. Not only do classrooms which might normally discuss the Constitution have to suspend their usual curriculum, but entire schools devoted to nothing even remotely related to studying American history are required to have some sort of lesson plans devoted to the topic.

Senator Byrd makes a good point:

Why study the Constitution? Study the Constitution because it is both the foundation and the guardian of our liberties. Study it also with the knowledge that as strong and enduring as our Constitution has been, it is nevertheless a fragile, almost intangible thing that cannot survive without the dedication and constant support of citizens. The statement of Benjamin Franklin, made in 1787, is still true today. This is a Republic, if we can keep it.

Last updated by eric Mon Sep 19 20:01 2005 | deed | link

conamine augeor [translation]

Sure, sure, everyone else is linking to it as well, but John Scalzi's thoughts on being poor are quite striking.

Last updated by eric Mon Sep 05 08:23 2005 | thought | link

credo, amo et regno [translation]

Why, Mr. President?

Why did you send the National Guard out of our country, leaving us vulnerable to Nature's wrath, and unable to prepare for the storm?

Why, when warned of the dangers global warming might wreak upon us, did you feign ignorance and deny the evidence, leaving us open to a most vicious hurricane season?

Why were you on vacation, engaging in photo ops while people were struggling for their lives? Poor intelligence, perhaps?

Why does our nation get poorer if the economy is doing so well?

Why should we treat the poor and destitute with zero tolerance when it's our own failure to help them that puts them into such a desperate position?

Why do you persist in fighting a battle over oil when our nation has greater domestic turmoils to quell?

Why do we overextend ourselves to protect oil interests in the Middle East, yet completely ignore the oil platforms in the path of a hurricane?

Why, Mr. President?

Why did we do this to ourselves?

Last updated by eric Thu Sep 01 21:34 2005 | omission | link

ad escam et usum [translation]

Sh's mom about tomatoes: "I don't cook, but I get excited about eating cooked food."

Last updated by eric Tue Aug 30 17:18 2005 | word | link

altius tendo [translation]

I've not been writing much poetry lately, but when a co-worker suggested commissioning haiku for the bathroom stall, my muse stood ready:

Feces floats in the
bowl like koi in their small pond?
Please flush them, my friend.

Last updated by eric Fri Aug 26 20:16 2005 | word | link

sumimasen [translation]

I started writing about my Tokyo trip last year, but the entries kept getting longer and longer, and finally I just couldn't finish any more.

I felt kinda bad about this, though, as I had a bunch more photos to share. So I signed up with Flickr and have started uploading my Tokyo photos there. First set: Tokyo Bikes.

I should note, though—if you encountered me in person within the month following my trip, you've probably already seen all the photos. For that, I apologize—who would've guessed I'd be one of those tiresome people who droningly narrates their entire vacation slideshow?

Now I'm just writing one more paragraph for this entry so that at least one of them doesn't start with the word "I". Geez, what am I, some kinda egoist??

Last updated by eric Sun Aug 21 09:28 2005 | deed/tokyo trip | link

fax mentis honesta gloria [translation]

Father writes to me last weekend and asks offhand:

Why are you still using the e-mail account in Seattle? Don't they have any internet in the hi-tech city you live in now?

His question is timely, since I've lately been considering ISP options for web and email hosting, and was disappointed to discover that the charming Laughing Squid folks don't offer shell access, which I've become quite addicted to during my time with Speakeasy.

So then today I'm cruising for pipe organ information on the web, and discover the curriculum vitae for Tokugoro Ohbayashi, wherein he relates his personal internet history.

This gets me thinking: What's been my internet history? I've stuck with Speakeasy as my primary email account since about February of 1999 (though the Wayback Machine only has records as early as 2001 for this page). Like I said, I'm hooked on the shell account access (which is the main reason I switched to Speakeasy originally), and I really like having a stable email address that people can reliably contact me at. Before Speakeasy, though, it wasn't like that at all.

While in college I hung out on WWIV BBS's quite a bit, but never really clued into the internet thing; I briefly had a VMS account or two on the university machines, and for an even briefer period had a Unix shell account, but for some reason networked communications never really grabbed my interest. I was probably spending too much time breaking up and getting back together with my girlfriend at the time.

I don't remember what prompted me to do so, but shortly after graduating from college, I signed up with AOL. I'm only somewhat embarrassed by this now, though I have to confess that AOL makes it really easy to jump into a like-minded community and have a nice chat. Once I started noticing that people generally frowned upon AOL users posting to USENET, I dropped my AOL account and switched to a local ISP. I can't remember the exact chronology here, but I remember that I was briefly with kiwi.net and microsys.net, both of which seem to have gone out of business now (it's possible that both were the same ISP, and I just used two different email addresses with them, but I could be mistaken there). My login for both of those was "checkers", the handle that I'd used on BBS's in high school and college, which I adopted from my love of wearing checkered Vans. (I am now officially old because I am annoyed by how popular checkered Vans are with the "kids these days". Fortunately, my parents don't seem to read this any more, so I don't think they'll be able to make fun of me for this.) I apparently also had an account under a username consisting of my first initial and a mangling of my last name. This seems to be what got stored in the various RPG-related postings I made to USENET around this time (late 1995, according to Google Groups, which also records that I've been using the same parenthetical signature forever).

I think I stuck with kiwi.net until I left Southern California, at which point I needed something cheap and nationally-based to keep in touch with people. I briefly switched over to Juno, where I switched to a username of "erisichthon", as I recall. I had to dig through Bulfinch's for quite some time before coming up with a name vaguely related to Juno, that wasn't already a username with a Juno account, and that suited my tastes. In this case, having "chth" and starting with the same first two letters as my own name was enough to satisfy my tastes. They are not particularly refined, my tastes.

Once I got to the Pacific Northwest, I started hunting for an ISP that ... well, I wanted to have a cool email address. I tried to find something that would suit my underdeveloped sense of wordplay, but didn't have much luck. Finally I settled on aa.net because it was short and easy to remember. My username there was "pez"; I have no idea now why I chose it since I can never remember having ever owned a Pez dispenser. I didn't stick with aa.net for very long; I vaguely recall having a poor customer service experience with them, and I distinctly remember being incredibly annoyed that they required me to stop by their physical offices in order to close my account. Thus I am not too disappointed that they appear to no longer be in business.

After aa.net, I went off on another brief "cool email address" tangent—obsessed with Seattle's nickname of "The Emerald City", I was charmed by the naming of the ISP oz.net (which seems to still be in business, though possibly having been bought out by another company? I was never really clear on how oz.net was organized anyway, since it seemed to be some sort of collective of independent agents). Since I love robots, copper, and clockwork, and was living in the Emerald City, I chose TikTok as my username. I still think that was my favoritest login, even though no one ever could spell it properly, thus causing all sorts of frustrating email bounces. I liked their dialup service, though, so it appears that I stuck with them for about two years, almost a personal record up to that point. (It wasn't until later that I read John Sladek's dark satire Tik-Tok, which was quite enjoyable, but not exactly the persona I was aiming for.)

In late 1998, I'd started working with a big ol' internet company, and was really starting to love working with Unix shells. Oz.net didn't offer any sort of shell service, so I started shopping around for something affordable. I found Speakeasy. I loved that they were local, had shell access that I could get to from work, and, most of all, RainMail Terminals!! They don't offer RainMail terminals ever since the cafe burned down, but they still have a home in my heart. So with all this gooey love for a local company, I had to sign up with them. Originally I wanted the oh-so-incredibly-witty username of "prohibition", but at the time they limited usernames to eight characters. So I went with "prohibit". And here we are.

Still, I didn't stop changing ISP's. I was still using oz.net for dialup at the times that I wasn't at work or sitting at a RainMail terminal, but after experiencing the joy of highspeed connections at work and on RainMail, I was eager for my own RainMail terminal at home. I couldn't afford Speakeasy DSL (and still can't, unfortunately), but a co-worker told me that Home.com had pretty good rates. So in 2000 I regretfully (yet simply--no office visit required!) closed my oz.net account and moved over to Home.com. I've been with them ever since, sort of. I mean, it's not me who's been changing the domain names every couple years, from Home.com to attbi.net (or was it .com?) to comcast.net. But I stick with them, 'cause they're cheap, and I am a penurious skinflint.

I'm in the odd state right now that I don't actually know what my ISP email address is. When I was in Seattle with Home.com, I tried to get "coward", but that fell through when they tacked a number onto the end of it. So then I created another account with "fumigate" (get it? fumigate? home?), but then they switched the domain name and it was no longer quite as entertaining a username.

So that's the main chunk of the history. 'Course, there are also the other email addresses I've had along the way--the redirects from tmbg.org and my college alumni association, the Yahoo account that I never check, the Gmail account I check only infrequently, the one domain name that I registered, not realizing that most people think of the sexual connotation before the "hiding" definition, etc. But those stories aren't nearly as interesting.

Last updated by eric Sat Aug 06 10:12 2005 | thought | link

adversus solem ne loquitor [translation]

I can't remember how the topic came up, but it was something about the current rash of zombie movies hitting the big screen. Then someone mentioned the World Trade Center, and the idea came to life—there must be a zombie movie made about "Ground Zero" in New York City. Can't you just see the mourners standing around the perimeter while rescue workers shift through the debris, a dog starts barking, a worker shouts, "Hey, we've got movement over here," and then...the screaming starts.

The great thing about this idea is that, like the original Night of the Living Dead, it's got all sorts of political interpretations that give it that extra frisson to send the chills up our spines. Some might think it's in poor taste, but I bet people said the same thing about Romero's original masterpiece. Somebody get me a phone! And an agent!

Later: It turns out it probably wasn't me who came up with the idea. So, quick, somebody get me a copyright attorney!

Last updated by eric Fri Jun 17 07:09 2005 | omission | link

omnem movere lapidem [translation]

Well hey there. It looks like I've moved from 9th to 4th place in my choice of city when measured by % Total of Non-Car Commuters. And moved from 25th to 10th with regard to % Households w/o a car.

Must be the right choice, then.

Last updated by eric Sat May 21 08:43 2005 | deed | link