November, 7, 2005 archives

the live debate episode of the west wing aired last night, and i thought it was really disappointing. the episode didn’t have any sort of arc to it, both smits and alda came off as poorly rehearsed, and the writing just wasn’t up to the crispness of the better episodes of the show. whether you agree with the politics or not, one of the great things that happens in regular episodes is that someone will just lay out an idea in such a coherent way that it makes you wonder why that doesn’t happen in real-life politics, and there was very little of that in the debate episode.

i was a little surprised that forrest sawyer appeared as the moderator, but i was really surprised that they put an “nbc news” bug in the lower-right.

i’ve basically caught up on the emails that have been lingering in my inbox, taunting me and my lack of motivation to answer them. (some people play the “i’m so busy” card, but i’m willing to admit that i’m just lame.)

but i can blame some of my recent lameness in apparently not answering emails on my server getting caught up in a spam blacklist. so there’s probably a few that i answered but only i know that because the reply was eaten by some spam filter somewhere. now i’ve been migrated to a new address block, so that should be less of an issue.

i go to bed real early
everybody thinks it’s strange
i get up early in the morning
no matter how disappointed i was
with the day before
it feels new

i don’t leave the house much
i don’t like being around people
makes me nervous and weird
i don’t like going to shows either
it’s better for me to stay home
some might think it means i hate people
but that’s not quite right

i do some stupid things
but my heart’s in the right place
and this i know

i got a dog
i take him for a walk
and all the people like to say hello
i’m used to staring down at the sidewalk cracks
i’m learning how to say hello
without too much trouble

i’m turning out just like my father
though i swore i never would
now i can say that i have a love for him
i never really understood
what it must have been like for him
living inside his head

i feel like he’s here with me now
even though he’s dead

it’s not all good and it's not all bad
don’t believe everything you read
i’m the only one who knows what it’s like
so i thought i’d better tell you
before i leave

so in the end i’d like to say
that i’m a very thankful man
i tried to make the most of my situations
and enjoy what i had
i knew true love and i knew passion
and the difference between the two
and i had some regrets
but if i had to do it all again
well, it’s something i’d like to do

go vote! my polling place was the midnight mission.

i find it a little humbling to have to walk past people living on the street to get to my polling place.

i wonder how many of my neighbors don’t vote because of that.

i’ve got a long way to go before my music collection gets this out of control, but i keep adding to it. (but all of my cds are just in milk crates and boxes on shelves, not poised to fall on my head when the big one hits.)

• astrud gilberto’s finest hour by astrud gilberto
• speak for yourself by imogen heap
• kawaipunahele by keali’i reichel