i really like that i have a postman (and sometimes a postwoman) who understands

that my mailbox is regular-sized, thus too small for more than one magazine and some letters

thus on days when im blessed with more than one magazine, i appreciate when they just leave them on the welcome mat.

i am thankful because i havent always had such logical mail-people.

when he received news about the first plane hitting the world trade center

ralph, who had a good view of the towers was on the phone and left to see it.

interesting how quickly the tone switches as they watch tv and speculate and broadcast

part two is even more dramatic.

say what you will about howard stern, but this broadcast was historic and fascinating.

via Taiwanese animation

sarah ellison of vanity fair describes my favorite part nicely

Murdoch’s fin never disappears, even as he and his Chinese-born third wife, clad in a cheongsam, blast a WSJ-branded cannon full of dollars towards Sulzberger and a sombrero-wearing Carlos Slim, the Mexican billionaire who is the Times’s largest shareholder outside Sulzberger’s own family. The NYT cannon responds, but sends a lonely bill floating to the street.

as sad as the two grand papers are portrayed here, why is it that blogs always end up being given the worst treatment? we’re just bloggin over here.

h/t kosearas

a respite. a break.

i think i need to get outta cali and spread my wings and fly butterfly like mariah.

i think i need to take a pretty girl and hold her hand as she takes her shoes off at security.

i think i need to unplug for a while and check out and tune out and tune in.

i think if i see a carnival i need to stop what im doing and go to it and play

and not take any pictures for the blawwwwg

or for even posterity.

the present begins with me.

i think if the xbi sends a dancer over to whisper in my ear “theres a boat you should see”

i will not take the bait and drive down to the ocean.

and i will not take the bait and find myself on the boat.

no matter how badass it is.

i think the next time i go to the beach it will be for pleasure, not business.

and the next time i see a ball game it will be at wrigley, not the ravine.

i think im very happy its friday.

@Schwarzenegger:

i’ll miss that Tweetin son of a gun

update: abc san fransisco has good coverage here but its not embeddable.

cbs 5 also has good coverage here.

nbc’s coverage is here

witnesses say they heard a plane.

SFO & FAA are saying no planes went down. Most likely a gas main explosion.

lost a good soul to the big bad unblinking eye in the sky.

life is so competitive. its a massive multiplayer online game.

instead of swords and arrows and sledgehammers and grenades people wield invisible weapons.

once upon a time blogs were secret tools. they could get inside the cracks and clean out the dirty parts.

some say love, it is a river.

if so i think fear, it is an ocean.

theres a few things i fear. high on the list is selling out.

another thing i fear is taking the easy way out.

almost everything i learned about life i learned from video games.

dont go into God Mode too much. dont hit restart. dont use cheat codes.

experiment, look around, try new things. work as a team.

and most importantly walk around and shake out the carpal tunnel every hour.

v i s t a

that everyones on different paths

and sometimes your paths may look like theyre going the same way, but no way jose.

and some people really do wanna meet ryan seacrest.

and some people just wanna save the world.

me, im crazy. i think the world is ours. and it can be whatever we think it should be.

naively, i think that if you get a few smart committed people together miracles can happen

and likewise, i think a lot of people arent interested in true greatness

which just makes them that much easier

to beat.