STR8BLOGGIN

There’s an article about cognitive overload that kind of echoes what I was ranting about a few weeks ago.

I was cleaning up a bit today (emphasis on a bit) and I discovered a box full of books. In there were a bunch of computer magazines from 1993 - 1995 and, my favorite, a Garfield book due to be returned to the library December 9, 1989.

Except the opening paragraph, that is:

LOS ANGELES — A Twentynine Palms Marine who led Los Angeles police on a high-speed chase after allegedly killing a transgender prostitute in Hollywood was shot to death by officers.

Floating mattress saves 20-day-old baby from drowning. A true miracle on Christmas Day! How delightful! How magical!

Here’s a quote that I appreciate:

When the tsunami hit the popular Miami Beach in Batu Ferringhi here at about 1.15pm, S. Tulasi was sleeping in a room behind her father�s western food outlet along the beach.

I hope the (rickshaw?) parking in Batu Ferringhi is better than the real Miami Beach.

One way to cope with tragedy is to laugh really hard at it.

In this case, my dear friend James was recounting one of the many sad stories associated with that Biblical-class tsunami disaster that occured over Christmas (thanks, Jesus) in some other part of the world . Apparently a bunch of tourists were swimming in the beautiful coral reefs there, stroking various fish and whatnot, when the 500 mph underwater wave came and shredded them on the brightly colored coral as if it were a cheese grater.

Ain’t nature a bitch?

Just now I was riding downtown from Brickell on the Metro Mover. When I got off I took the escalator down — it was working for once — and I when I removed my hand from the rubber handrail I found it covered in thick black grime. A+++++ for City of Miami maintenance crews!!

Half of our block downtown smells like salt and vinegar potato chips mixed with vomit.

Why is it SO WINDY?!

Bum A, name unknown, received a steaming cup of ramen and $4.

Bum B, Peewee, received a Heineken (a beer fit only for consumption by the homeless).

Bum C, Derrick, is due $5 for a framed photo of Marilyn Monroe.

Bum D, The White One, hasn’t thought to harass me yet. He may not know what day it is. In any case, when he does, I will probably cave.

Merry Christmas to the persistant and annoying street urchins that occupy the dark corners of my block! And Merry Christmas or whatever ritualistic event you may be observing toward the end of this month to all of my wonderful, fancy readers.

To the frustrated Googlers: If Nikon Capture 4 tells you the camera was not detected, first be sure you are running the latest Capture (4.1.3 right now). Then go in the camera’s menu (i.e., on the camera itself) and change the USB mode to PTP, instead of Mass Storage.