Wounded Walking

While at the dog park this weekend, I took a bad spill on the unkind accumulation of ice and slush lingering from last week’s blizzard, and did something nasty to my ankle. Now, my walk has taken on a charming, hobbling quality and I can barely get from one end of the apartment to the other, much less across town to the office. Luckily the local kennel has a pick-up and drop off service, and Mister President goes wild for the place. In the meantime, I’ve spent most of the past two days re-watching DVDs (with a limp, I can’t even get to the video store to rent new flicks) ordering in food and browsing the Web.

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Mixed Up

Squat 3 Today I finally mailed out my compilation for Squat, a CD swap club of which I’m a charter member. Way back in the early days, like February 2002, the whole concept of a CD swap club — in which a small group of people each assemble their own compilation of rockin’ tunes, burn it to CD, and mail a copy to each of the other members — was rare and novel. I can’t be positive, but I’m pretty sure our club’s founder was one of the very first pioneers in the concept.

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Anti-War Byrd

This past Wednesday on the Senate floor, Senator Robert Byrd — Democrat of West Virginia, reformed KKK member and self-styled ‘Dean of the Congress’ — made an impassioned, powerful speech against the impending war on Iraq and the generally disastrous policies of the Bush Administration. It’s the speech that I’ve been waiting to hear for months and months, and yet it’s also the speech Democrats have avoided with determined obstinance, like schoolkids afraid of getting ostracized by the cool crowd.

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The Industry That Cried Wolf

030214_compact_disc.gif You’ve got a credibility problem when Business Week — which, to paraphrase “The Insider,” is not exactly a bastion of anti-capitalist sentiment — cries foul over the numbers you use to blame your industry’s poor health on digital piracy. The music business, as embodied by the universally loathed Recording Industry of America, has just that kind of problem, as evidenced in Business Week journalist Jane Black’s scathing examination of their claim that the devastating 7.2% drop in CD sales for the first six months of 2002 can be laid squarely at the feet of, well, you and your damn computer.

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