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GIBBLE GOBBLE,
ONE OF US
The
Night of the Living Dead just can't compete with
this. . .
It's
really curious, isn't it? 90-year-old ex-President
Reagan lies in the hospital with a broken hip and
reporters write of his "recovery." Meanwhile, the
country is about to inaugurate a president who
wasn't even elected, a baby-boomer who nonetheless
promises to resurrect the awful 80's. Is this
real? Who's
dreaming whom?!
(Helloooo?
Dubya?? "My g-generation," remember?)
It
boggles the mind: right-wing crazies running
Justice and Interior, and the new (old) Secretary
of Defense wants to spend billions on a missle
defense shield. Hey, you never know, the French
might start lobbing ICBMs. (Saddam Hussein will
just send in a pair of 18-year-old zealots with
smuggled Russian nukes in the trunk of an old
Borgward.) Geez! Before the election, the Supreme
Court ruled that roadblocks for drugs were
unconstitutional, but now Ashcroft and Falwell will
have the poor bastards burned at the stake (and
they thought that tossing in Florida would save
them, hah!).
Great
Mithras, we're going BACKWARDS! What'll it be next,
federally mandated removal of pollution control
equipment, "The only good caribou is a dead
caribou," and heaven help us all, LETTING
MICROSOFT OFF THE HOOK?? ( Uh,
yeah.) Let's see now: they're also going to
"concentrate on Central America," I read somewhere.
Egad! Wasn't El Salvador's recent earthquake bad
enough? The CIA must still have a warehouse full of
those textbooks on how to throw dissidents out of
helicopters. [slap, slap] Am I awake yet? I can't
believe it. And the worst thing is: HE DIDN'T WIN,
folks! [slap, slap, slap] It's no use, he's still
on the cover of TIME! I'll just have to stay away
from newsstands and dentists' offices until it all
blows over.
At
least we can count on one thing: Steve
Jobs, yessiree! He
may be a freaking zillionaire -- and can you really
trust someone who'd turn up his nose at a fine
green chile cheeseburger? -- but at least he talks
like all my friends! I was beside myself with
gratitude to learn from Wired
News that when
Jobs dropped in at a meeting of Apple resellers at
Macworld last week, "every sentence he uttered --
every single one -- contained an expletive." What a
relief! Here's an example (send the kids to bed!).
Speaking of Apple's abysmal education market sales
this year, the CEO said (and I quote):
"We fucked up.
We fucked up big time."
And
so you did, brotha Jobs, so you did, but that's all
right, I forgive you. Selling decent computers to
school boards is like getting Dick Cheney on a
mountain bike, hahaha. But why I really forgive you
is that you're one of us, oh frabjous joy!
Yup.
I'll even forgive the turtleneck and the tofu, and
I don't care if you never let me ride on your jet.
I know that when it finally comes down, when it
really
counts, you'll serve
up the "f" word, rock & roll, and titanium
PowerBooks. Thanks, man! Yes, I know, I made fun of
the Silver Slab when you showed it to the world,
probably because I was pissed at not getting any
audio on my streaming QuickTime during your speech
(make it work at 28kbps and I'll spit-polish your
veggie knives!). Imagine how frustrating it was to
be a hotshot Macintosh news editor, sitting here in
front of my hopped-up 8600, watching the usual
herky-jerky crap without any
sound! ("Awwww,
man!")
I
tried everything, too: restarted, dropped out,
reconnected, rebuilt, zapped, updated, you name it.
Nada! And just try reading the projected
presentation at a slant in a teeny little video
window. Can't be done. So there I was, reduced to
waiting for the Apple site to update so I could see
what The Thing looked like, except I couldn't, not
even then. What rotten lousy pictures -- I don't
care how thin it is, I wanna SEE it! Let's have a
nice three-quarter view, and some closeups of
things like that machined titanium power button.
Thin is for wankers, I want HEFT!
POWER!!
ALL-OBLITERATING
COOL!!! I want
something that I can pull out in an airport waiting
lounge that'll make all the cellphone-heads in
black overcoats poop in their pants and fall over
dead. Will this do it? I dunno. Better send me one
quick, so I can review it.
In
the meantime, as should be obvious from the
fabulous free photographs adorning this page, it
has finally snowed here in northern New Mexico.
What's more, we're in for a Big One (so they
say):
"The
approaching Pacific storm system is forecast to
generate significant winter weather late Monday
night through Tuesday across the mountains and
highlands of northern and northeast New Mexico.
There is a high potential for significant
accumulations of snowfall across the Sangre De
Cristo, Jemez, and Sandia/Manzano Mountains into
the northeast highlands. Anyone planning to travel
in the mountains or into The highlands should take
a winter survival kit and be prepared for hazardous
winter travel. Similar storms in the past have
resulted in prolonged road closures. "
"Prolonged
road closures"? Won't make much of a difference,
anyway. I tried four or five times to get the truck
out of the driveway yesterday and couldn't. That
was with only 4 - 6 inches of the white stuff, but
on a steep hillside. The Nissan 240SX, with its
spiffy new snow tires, scampered out like a cat
with its tail on fire, but anything deeper than
that is going to stop it cold.
Anyway, the
isolation may be therapeutic. No television here,
Zoroaster be praised, and the coronation is next
week. The only way I'd get to see it would be the
newspaper, and if I can't get down the mountain for
the snow, well... Ooops,almost forgot! There's
always the Internet, and CNN will probably have a
video of the blessed event, hopefully in some
unwatchable streaming format. Maybe it'll rain in
D.C., too, and maybe while Dubya stands there
blinking the drops out of his eyes, thinking of all
the other
stuff that'll come
raining down over the next four years, he'll have a
change of heart and 'fess up like our man
Steve!
Just
imagine:
"[See above,
please. . . :-) We don't have the nerve to print it
twice.]"
Martin Luther
King Day
I
remember the day he was assassinated like it was
yesterday, and the kick in the gut still hurts. He
was the first real-life
hero this boy ever
had.
If
Martin were alive today, he'd have had something
unforgettable to say about the voters turned away
from closed polls in Missouri and elsewhere, the
outright intimidation and effective
disenfranchisement of Floridians who weren't
allowed to correct improperly punched ballots, the
mostly black precincts saddled with outdated voting
equipment, and all the rest. (If everyone's vote
had been cast & counted, the above column
wouldn't have been written.) God bless, Martin. God
bless!
John
H. Farr also edits the news for Applelinks.com and
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January 29, 2001 "Moving Right Along"
January 22, 2001
"Digital Deathstyle"
January 15, 2001 "Gibble Gobble, One of Us"
January 8, 2001 "High Desert Satori"
January 1, 2001 "Psychic Cats Predict Wild Year Ahead"
December 25, 2000 "Christmas in Dubuque..."
December 18, 2000 "Merry Christmas, I Think!"
December 11, 2000 "Easy Does It, Someday"
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