All the typos that’s fit to prnit

I Twittered about this, but the horror was too much to fit into 140 characters.
Theses is just some of bizarre writings and grammar tragedys in today’s Washington Post Online story about the Washington Harbor project in Maryland, just south of DC. Just in the photo gallery alone.

“The Gaylord National Resort and Covention Center in Prince Goerge’s County, a new addition to the Gaylord Hotels chain in D.C., boasts an 18-story glass atrium, multi-level indoor gardens, and a rooftop lounge.”

“The Gaylord resorts sits on the banks of the Potomac River.”

“Visitors view the Potomac river from within the Gaylord Resort’s’ Old Hickory Steak House.”

“The 18-glass story atrium is completed with the skylight and plants and boutique retail buildings on the ground floor.”

There Is No Underwear In Space

As part of Berkeley Rep’s 40th birthday festivities, Hollywood legend Carrie Fisher performs her hilarious new solo show, Wishful Drinking, directed by Tony Taccone. Photographer: Kevin Berne

Today, along with fellow DC expats Thom and Jeff, I visited Carrie Fisher’s world: her mind, her life, and — in stage set form — her living room.
Her one-woman show, “Wishful Drinking” is a sort of comic therapy session, a “My Life on the A List” act that somehow makes the audience laugh somewhat self-consciously at the tragic and bitter realities of her life.
From the first moments, when she describes the death of a close friend in her bed and then opens up the floor for questions about that event, I was laughing… but feeling sort of guilty about doing so.
Fisher’s ability to instantly call up bon mots and put a witty spin on sadness is indicative of a keen intellect; but it’s also a way to push tragic events away and keep them at arms length. I do much the same thing when I contemplate how close I came to death a year or so ago. Of course, I’m not nearly as good at it as she is, not having had the decades of practice.
She’s almost the prototypical child star, the template for generations who came after her and fizzled into lives of drugs and crime; Carrie Fisher’s saving grace is her astonishing intelligence and wit.
Is it cathartic for her to stand on stage every day and tell perfect strangers about her life; albeit pinning the blame on her father and husbands? Does it help her to make light of her mental illness or addictions? Having tried that myself, through blogging and the like, my guess is no.
But does it help us? The strangers in the dark, including the ones she interacts with from the stage no matter how superficially? I don’t know. But I have a suspicion that the catharsis is more viable for us than for her. Still, I left feeling that I wanted to hang out in her living room and let it all out, talking into the wee hours and smoking clove cigarettes. In reality, she would have worn me in out in a few hours.
She sums up the show with a line that is both witty and philosophical” “If my life weren’t funny, it would just be true. And that would be unacceptable.”
“Wishful Drinking” has been extended through April 12 at the Berkeley Rep. If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend it. And you’ll understand the title of this entry.

They See You (all the way around)

This afternoon I got an up-close look at vehicles equipped for street-level mapping, the sort of thing you see on Google’s Street View.

This is why I’m irritable in the morning

When my clock radio turns on at 6:20am, there is invariably a story about the Iraq war or the Middle East on “Morning Edition.” At the bottom of the hour, the news begins and it usually starts off with a story about Iraq or the Middle East. After the news, there’s often a story about the Iraq war or the Middle East, followed by a story about a soldier or an ordinary person who has been touched by the Iraq war or the Middle East. After a break for traffic reports, it’s time for a story about people losing their homes after taking out usurious loans, then some long-winded “perspective” from a whiner and a boring story about something uniquely Californian, an in-depth look at the root structure of an endangered plant or some such thing.
The whole time I am laying in bed listening to this getting more and more depressed, there is a single bird chirping outside my window. He seems to have taken up permanent residence outside my bedroom, and his chirp is monotonous and insistent; sounding like the annoying, incessant chirp of a smoke detector with a low battery.
This is the world in which I wake up every morning: the constant low-level hum of a region at war far away that does nothing to us back home but annoy; financial disaster; birds that don’t seem to understand that you don’t get enough sleep, what with the waking up 4 times a night.
As I lay there I often wonder… is this how people become disengaged from civics, estranged from politics, uninterested in their government? I’m becoming one of those people. I had thought it was because of the sunny weather and blue skies conspiring to give me other things to do; now I realize that I am bombarded by it day and night to such an extent that I tune it out.
Hopelessness, inability to change what it happening. That’ll be what gets written in the history books about this era in our history.

Whoever said that sci-fi geeks were tech savvy?

The website for Super-Con, coming this May to San Jose, is 90% made up of graphics. And I don’t mean pictures, I mean text in graphics. All the important information, such as when and where and how much and how to exhibit and who to contact, is in huge graphics with no alt tags. I can only assume that they don’t really want those pesky blind fans to know what they’re up to.
Oh, and guys — “advantage” is spelled with only one “D”.

A ringing endorsement

Ah, spin. The McCain camp is deliriously happy about getting Nancy Reagan’s endorsement ‘cos it’s like Ronnie spoke from beyond the grave. But they didn’t really tell us about this:

“Ronnie and I always waited until everything was decided to endorse.”
“Well, obviously this is the nominee of the party,” she said.

In other words, Nancy had no choice. Unless, of course, she wanted to endorse a Democrat.
What the hell is the point of waiting until everything is decided to endorse? That sort of makes your endorsement worthless, doesn’t it?

Politically Hairy

Councilman’s look changes with budget pledge to grow beard.

Adherents of the Repeated Meme

There’s a fun running joke going on over at the Doctor Who Forum — people are creating their own episode titles for avatars, and every time I come across a new one I snicker. Here’s some of my favorites…

What air is worth

WASHINGTON – The nation’s cell phone companies won big in a record-setting government airways auction, the Federal Communications Commission announced Thursday.
AT&T Inc. and Verizon Wireless, the nation’s two biggest cell phone carriers, bid a combined $16 billion of the record $19.6 billion pledged in the auction, according to an AP analysis of the results. Verizon Wireless bid $9.4 billion while AT&T Inc. bid $6.6 billion.
The results raised concern that the auction had failed to attract any new competitors to the cellular telephone market to challenge the dominant carriers.
Google Inc. was not among the winners, meaning the search engine giant will not be entering the wireless business.
One new entrant, however, Frontier Wireless LLC, which is owned by EchoStar Communications Inc., won nearly enough licenses to create a nationwide footprint.
The auction, overseen by the FCC, attracted a record $19.6 billion in bids. Bidders were anonymous, but the agency released the names Thursday. [AP]

So, in other words, the huge telecoms are still huge and getting bigger. Nothing new here.
Oh, except that the $19.6 billion is just about enough to pay for two entire months of operations in Iraq. Woo hoo!

On five years of pointless war, the surveillance state, and the new depression

I imagine George H.W. Bush, laying in bed and turning to his wife to say, “Bar… I think we voted for the wrong guy.”

Why I’m still driving with $4 gas

Now that we’ve reached the era of $4 gas, it’s time to take a look at the reality of alternative methods of transportation. Anti-oil activists have always told us that once gas hit $4 per gallon, we’d discover it was cheaper to use public transportation. Guess what?