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This edition is humbly dedicated to the second syllable of all seven-syllable words. Welcome to the latest manifestation of the OtherSpokane.com website. Hope you like it. The kaleidoscopic nature of this week's journal entry is due, no doubt, to a slow recovery from my participation in the Judy Roger's Sarcastic Pantyraid 2000. I came home from the event dirty, smelly, sunburnt, scraped up, with a sore back, aching feet, a pounding head from barley abuse, hallucinating from lack of sleep, my hair matted like that guy who sits in front of the downtown library, sand and dust in all of my belongings and no money in my pocket. Good time. "I just go back and forth like this all day.
To the coconut tree, to the brick pile, back and forth.
Sometimes I can carry one thousand bricks a day. Some
days eight hundred, or five hundred. I work seven days a
week, everyday." Not more exciting then watching corn grow,
but... Since we've last spoken: A wonderful, new alternative rag has hit the streets of Spokane. I have nothing but praise for The Local Planet -- an attractive format, intelligently written, interesting topics. Okay, there is one thing: they ripped hard on Stacey Cowles' Spokesman-Review for printing a full page ad for Stacy's and sister Betsy's Riverpark Square, sarcastically asking to see the invoice, and suggesting that it was a freebee (which editor Chris Peck later adamantly denied). Mitch, Connye, what if someone asked to see the invoices for all of those Local Planet computer ads? Hmm? Just to show I still love you: LocalPlanetites, the ad at the top of this journal is yours next issue, if you want it -- no charge. Suggested copy: Hey, why ya readin' this crap when you could be reading The Local Planet? Click here to escape. Then I'll link to your website. Whadaya think? Many forms of hate ran rampant at Coeur 'd Alene's neo-Nazi parade. From Troika magazine. "God may send a man
good meate, but the devyll
sende an evyll cooke." I haven't heard anything from Magoo
lately, but he continues to e-mail me unusual links. He's
obviously trying to tell me something. But what? The
links: In his new book, The End of Time: The Next Revolution in Physics, British physicist Julian Barbour asserts that time simply doesn't exist, and there's no such thing as motion either. Instead, Barbour sees a universe filled with static instants -- instants that contain "records" that fool any conscious beings into believing that things have moved and time has passed. See A Question of Time, an essay from Feed. Two physicists bump into each other and one says, "Hey, I just lost an electron." The other says, "Are you sure?" The first replies, "Yes, I'm positive."
So, who do you think Al Gore's number one advisor will be? Need a Tip? From a Libertarian Party newsletter bemoaning a new Ohio state law requiring a five-day waiting period for buying beer (really!): "How Lowenbrau can politicians go?" and, "...beer-lovers everywhere will be sadder, Budweiser," and "this kind of "Nanny State" regulation just Foster's more disrespect for the law," and, "Even the most Mooseheaded politician admits these laws will have little effect," and, "It shouldn't take a Pabst Blue Ribbon panel to figure that out," and, "This is a Busch-league law, and it needs to be repealed," and (phew!) finally, "This is a Molsen Golden opportunity for Ohio residents to stand up for liberty." LeftLean: Candidate Nader: What makes Ralph run? From MotherJones. "Rarely is the question asked: Is our
children learning?" Coming to Stik Mann's OtherSpokane in the months ahead: my son and I are taking a trip to Mexico City. From points south of the border, I'll be posting updates on this website as often as possible. Tentative departure time: December. Don't miss the Cyber-Toaster Museum. Everything you need to know about toast and toasters. Fascinating! Following is an e-mail I sent to Doug Clark, Spokesman-Review columnist, after witnessing a performance of his band The Trailer Park Girls:
Clark replied:
"If once a man indulges
himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of
robbing; and from robbing he comes next to drinking and
Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and
procrastination." Accept it, dude: there are no authentic, nude photos of Britney Spears on the internet. (Although, there are some bizarre "retouched" sites -- you know, Britney's head on Wallula Longthroat's contorted body being serviced by 30-year-old men dressed up like Eagle Scout Troop 112.) In one of the largest product-liability rulings in U.S.
history, the Hershey Foods Corporation was ordered by a
Pennsylvania jury Monday to pay $135 billion in
restitution fees to 900,000 obese Americans who for years
consumed the company's fattening snack foods. My friend, dewD, attempted to create his own urban legend. (For some insight into his odd sense of humor, see his participation in the Judy Roger's Sarcastic Pantyraid 2000, or view The Corp. of Engineers, man.)
Experts debate: What is Consciousness? from Closer To Truth. Hey, I wonder if anyone has thought of making Shroud of Turin wrapping paper for Christmas. Think it would sell? It is absolutely essential for our political leaders to defend...bombing because if Americans can be induced to accept that, then they can accept any war, any means, so long as the warmakers can supply a reason. The Bombs of August from The Progressive "I constantly saw the false and
the bad, Descartes goes into a bar and one of his pals greets him with "Bonjour, Réné, how about a beer?" To which the philosopher replies, "I think not," and promptly vanishes into thin air. Chuck De Bruin's lead from an article in Nickel Nik's Eye on Sports & Recreation: If Bonnie Gebhard from Spokane had been the only person entered in "The Big One" Chinook Salmon Derby on Sunday, Aug. 5, she would have earned the $500 prize for the biggest fish of the day. If Bonnie Gebhard and I had been the only people entered in the derby on Sunday, Aug. 6, we would have taken the top two cash awards for biggest fish. However, there were hundreds of other anglers fishing the derby on those days, and many of them caught salmon much larger than those caught by Ms. Gebhard and me. Things are getting bad when a guy can't have a good
time by simply popping a Bud and watching his neighbor
mow his lawn "Civilizations have ended in blood and even
tears. Ours may be the first to end in moronic laughter."
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