I had a feeling that we'd be in for a bad one today - yesterday afternoon felt and smelled like snow and the air was crisp and cold. Last night I wasn't sure at first if it was raining or snowing. By the time I went to bed there was no question about which it was, though I must confess a little shock this morning when I discovered that the snow/sleet/rain last night had turned into a quarter inch thick rime of ice coating everything outside, from the bannister and front steps of my apartment building to the parking …
Pictures taken at the Roger Waters concert at DC's Verizon Center in October. The zoom function of my camera really got a workout that night because we were up in the nosebleeds for the show. Certainly high enough up that looking down at the crowd (or even the seat in front of you) was enough to make one dizzy. Thus, I apologize for the rather low quality of some of the pictures, I had to make the most of what visible light there was.
I'd also like to point out that some of the funkier, most abstract pictures are of …
I finally copied the pictures I took at the Rasputina and Gary Numan concert in October off of my camera. I should have written about the show earlier but various and sundry things prevented me from doing so.
First off, Rasputina replaced Emilie Autumn as the opening act because she is going to undergo reconstructive surgery on her jaw (if indeed she hasn't already). Her tour has been rescheduled for January of 2011. I'm not that big a fan of Rasputina, to tell the truth. I've tried to listen to their work but it never seems to stick in my …
I realize that this post is nearly a week overdue, and it does not behoove me to neglect mentioning it. Last Sunday was the book signing for William Gibson's latest novel, Zero History. Rather than one of the bookstores a bit closer to home, it was held at Politics and Prose, a small-ish bookstore square in the heart of northwestern Washington, DC. It's reasonably easy to get to by Metro, though you should keep in mind that you'll have a bit of a hike ahead of you. From the Metro station it was about five blocks uphill, not so …
Last Saturday was 9/11, a day of infamy that went down in United States history as the day in 2001 when everything started going off the rails. In a strange sort of way, the year 2001 also figures into the history of science fiction thanks to the novel of the same name by Arthur C. Clarke, and the history of culture jamming and art hacking by way of license plate-sized wodges of linoleum and adhesive called Toynbee tiles. I've been fascinated by them for years, those cryptic messages which read TOYNBEE IDEA IN MOVIE 2001 RESURRECT DEAD ON PLANET …
