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Two-Way Mirror #7
Was watching Nightline, a story about the Grotto of Lourdes, where people go for the healing spring. The interviewer asks someone, “Does the Lourdes water really heal?” He responds, “Are you kidding me?” Without waiting for the answer, I switch the channel and it’s Letterman saying “We’re not kidding here.”
Two-Way Mirror #6
Walking on the sidewalk, thinking “Man, I need some water.”
A guy then passes with a t-shirt that says “Waterloo.”
Two-Way Mirror #5
In the car, the voice on the radio says, “…never more or less.” At the same moment, I look in front of me at a Greyhound bus, and on the back it reads: “Stop less, go more.”
I asked the BEP how thick a bundle of one dollar bills would be.
Mr. Nelson:
A strap of notes is 100.
A BEP note “bundle” consist of 1,000 notes, ie., 10 straps.
A single note’s thickness, (z) dimension, = .0043. in.
Thank you,
Bureau of Engraving and Printing
CPU HIV
Haven’t been any posts for a while, right? My laptop got a virus from some dumb Facebook app. Same kind of virus I’d had before. Ran an anti-malware program, then an anti-virus program. One of them quarantined a file necessary to boot the computer. So, though it may be virus- and trojan-free, the computer may be caught in a catch-22, and infected permanently with an anti-anti-virus.
Two-Way Mirror #4
So the new name for this phenomenon is “two-way mirror.” “Reverse mirror” is probably just as well, but it doesn’t suggest that it’s not clear who’s looking at whom, who is speaking and who is hearing. Am I speaking or hearing the word “Wallace”? Anyway, it happened again, twice in one day.
Item 1: I work in an office in Emeryville, next to Oakland. A very popular livelihood in Oakland is the recycling of cardboard, you see these pickup trucks fairly often whose sides have been built up with plywood or whatever, sometimes to ridiculous heights, maybe 15 feet, and the beds are filled with flattened boxes.
Item 2: Our office is on a corner near the end of a street that dead-ends at the railroad tracks, so there isn’t a lot of traffic.
5/20/09, 6:09 p.m.
The last to leave after giving the UPS guy the day’s packages, I was buttoning up the office. No cars had driven by in 20 or 30 minutes. I looked at the big stack of cardboard by the door to be taken to the bin the next day, half-thinking maybe I should put it on the corner for a carboard guy to collect, after putting an ad for it on craigslist. I grabbed the chain to close the window blind next to the door and just then a yellow pickup came into view, filled with cardboard. It rounded the corner and spun down the street, out of sight. And into the fuckin’ twilight zone!
