Haplogroup R1B (M343) - We killed the Neandertals. We are tuff like that.

all i want for christmas is to be like these guys.

mmm, the ipod nano in my hand looks delicious, like an electronic candy bar made of pure and perfectly designed sugar crystals. i wonder what would happen if i took a bite..just one little bite.

*spam*

the new conference room is larger than the entire first office...yikes! time to go eames shopping!

"...Perhaps people like us cannot love. Ordinary people can--that is their secret"

In the last year of his life D.H. Lawrence wrote The Escaped Cock. The book, later called The Man Who Died, has always been a favorite of mine.

"The young cock, freed, marched with a prancing stride of indignation away from the humans, came to the end of his string, gave a tug and a hitch of his tied leg, fell over for a moment, scuffled frantically on the unclean earthen floor, to the horror of the shabby hens, then with a sickening lurch, regained his feet, and stood to think. The peasant and the peasant's wife laughed heartily, and the young cock heard them. And he knew, with a gloomy, foreboding kind of knowledge, that he was tied by the leg."

Randomly...discovered the rare book store in glendale this weekend. Found a 1929 first edition D.H. Lawrence The Man Who Died in hardcover for 3.95.

a screaming comes across the sky. it has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now...

happiness is...watching 8 megabits jump to 20 megabits.