I don't get how people can't see how creepily similar our treatment of gay's in the US in the early 21st century is like out treatment of African-American's in the early 20th century. Louis Armstrong, Paul Robeson, and other great African-American artists were celebrated at the same time they were segregated. We all watch with glee as the Queer Eye guys help yet another straight slob get his fasion act together. But we still don't want them to move into our neighborhoods and we sure wouldn't want them to marry our brothers. I just hope it won't be too much longer before we look back on these days with the same queasy sense of shame that we look back on the days of segregation.
I finally got around to finishing up the upgrades on my desktop. Of course lack of planning and intelligence made the whole experience more entertaining than necesary. It had occured to me to make an inventory of the hardware on the system, download the latest Win2k drivers, and burn them to disk. Of course I didn't. Everything managed to get installed. Everything except my ethernet card. Oops. Here I was with no ethernet card, no floppy disk drive (so I couldn't download the driver to floppy on my laptop), and unable to find any disk that identified itself as a D-Link driver disk. Eventually I remembered that the ethernet card came with my DSL install kit and threw my DSL installer disk in and found the driver.
My reward - I have burned The Deep End, Vol I to disk and am just about to head out on errands and listen to the glory on my car's cd player. Groove on.
I made a small step forward technologically today as I finally installed a CD burner on my desktop. I then bought my first iTunes album, The Deep End by Gov't Mule. Of course, I only have iTunes on my laptop because last I checked iTunes didn't work on Win 98. And iTunes doesn't want to burn a cd on a drive on the far side of my network. Tomorrow I install that new video card Laura has been whinging on about and then I'm upgrading the desktop to Win 2k, download iTunes and pass The Deep End over to it and I will be about where I would have been if I had just dragged my flabby ass to Best Buy and bought a copy.
"An American Airlines pilot terrified passengers on his flight when he asked Christians to identify themselves and went on to call non-Christians 'crazy'."
Based on the level of news converage given to events around the world, it would seem the greatest and most pressing concern to us all is Janet Jackson's boobie. It's nice to know we have our priorities straight.