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  <subtitle>Much ado about the usual nothing.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-12-25T03:22:34+00:00</updated>
  <entry>
    <title>PHE 2009</title>
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    <published>2009-01-07T16:00:38+00:00</published>
    <updated>2009-01-07T16:00:38+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
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    <category term="PHE" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>If you're attending PHE, please go to <a href="http://domesticat.net/phe2009" title="http://domesticat.net/phe2009">http://domesticat.net/phe2009</a> and give us an idea of your crashspace &amp;&nbsp;meal needs.&nbsp; Planning has commenced.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>If you're attending PHE, please go to <a href="http://domesticat.net/phe2009" title="http://domesticat.net/phe2009">http://domesticat.net/phe2009</a> and give us an idea of your crashspace &amp;&nbsp;meal needs.&nbsp; Planning has commenced.</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>PHE 2009</title>
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    <published>2009-01-07T15:44:42+00:00</published>
    <updated>2009-01-07T15:54:25+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>It's time for the PHE&nbsp;headcount!&nbsp; We're planning for meals, drinks, and crashspace, but we need to know who to expect when.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>It's time for the PHE&nbsp;headcount!&nbsp; We're planning for meals, drinks, and crashspace, but we need to know who to expect when.</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>If I&#039;m not prosecuted, it&#039;s legal, right?</title>
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    <published>2009-01-05T15:08:08+00:00</published>
    <updated>2009-01-05T15:08:28+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="anger" />
    <category term="cheney" />
    <category term="law" />
    <category term="politics" />
    <category term="quotes" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <blockquote>
<p>If you don't get punished, you didn't go anything wrong, right?&nbsp; That's the message Vice President Dick Cheney gave in an interview with CBS' Bob Schieffer on Sunday, suggesting that a president's actions are legal if those actions didn't result in his impeachment. [<a href="http://rawstory.com/news/2008/Cheney_Presidents_actions_legal_if_hes_0104.html">read the rest of the article</a>]</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Via <a href="http://twitter.com/trickjarrett">@trickjarrett</a>.&nbsp; Thanks for causing my head to nearly explode through steam, Patrick.</p>
<p>So by that token, I can go all stabby now, and as long as I&nbsp;don't get caught, it's all good, right?</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <blockquote>
<p>If you don't get punished, you didn't go anything wrong, right?&nbsp; That's the message Vice President Dick Cheney gave in an interview with CBS' Bob Schieffer on Sunday, suggesting that a president's actions are legal if those actions didn't result in his impeachment. [<a href="http://rawstory.com/news/2008/Cheney_Presidents_actions_legal_if_hes_0104.html">read the rest of the article</a>]</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Via <a href="http://twitter.com/trickjarrett">@trickjarrett</a>.&nbsp; Thanks for causing my head to nearly explode through steam, Patrick.</p>
<p>So by that token, I can go all stabby now, and as long as I&nbsp;don't get caught, it's all good, right?</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Life list</title>
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    <published>2009-01-05T03:03:08+00:00</published>
    <updated>2009-01-05T05:30:11+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>So, I asked myself, what do I want to do in this life?</p>
<p>In no particular order.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>So, I asked myself, what do I want to do in this life?</p>
<p>In no particular order.</p>
<ol>
<li>Ride a horse and dismount in a controlled manner.</li>
<li>Wrap my hands around a steaming cup of coffee while staring at St. Peter's in the snow.</li>
<li>Finally tour New England.</li>
<li>See the Carolinas.</li>
<li>Successfully complete a Mariner's Compass quilt.</li>
<li>Learn to read music.</li>
<li>Finally take that decades-delayed trip to London.</li>
<li>Go back for a master's degree.&nbsp; But in what?</li>
<li>Finally, actually, really, and truly -- write the novel.</li>
<li>Then write the next one.</li>
<li>Visit China.</li>
<li>Camp overnight within earshot of the ocean.</li>
<li>Live close enough to a winery so that I might make friends with the owners, and watch the years pass through their wine.</li>
<li>Learn to drive on snowy roads.</li>
<li>Learn to make the perfect biscuit.</li>
<li>Skydive.</li>
<li>Successfully order beer. In German. In Germany.</li>
</ol>
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  <entry>
    <title>Cats as NFAs</title>
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    <published>2009-01-03T16:07:59+00:00</published>
    <updated>2009-01-03T16:10:51+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="geekery" />
    <category term="nerds" />
    <category term="quotes" />
    <category term="twitter" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Here's what I sent out this morning via twitter:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>If a human kid, those actions would mean &quot;I had a bad dream, plz cuddle me.&quot; But Tenzing is a 9yr-old CAT. Translations, twitterkin?</p>
</blockquote>
<p>The response from John was worth quoting:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Tenz as an NFA:&nbsp; N&gt;E;N&gt;M;N&gt;S;N&gt;P;M&gt;S;M&gt;E;M&gt;P;E&gt;P;E&gt;S;E&gt;N;E&gt;M;P&gt;M;P&gt;N;<br />
P&gt;S;P&gt;E;S&gt;N;S&gt;P;S&gt;M;S&gt;E;E&gt;Po;Po&gt;N;Po&gt;S;Po&gt;M;N&gt;Po</p>
<p>where N is napping, E is eating, S is scritchies, M is meowing, P is playing with Edmund, and Po is pooping.</p>
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<p>Can one be speechless and laughing at the same time?</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Here's what I sent out this morning via twitter:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>If a human kid, those actions would mean &quot;I had a bad dream, plz cuddle me.&quot; But Tenzing is a 9yr-old CAT. Translations, twitterkin?</p>
</blockquote>
<p>The response from John was worth quoting:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Tenz as an NFA:&nbsp; N&gt;E;N&gt;M;N&gt;S;N&gt;P;M&gt;S;M&gt;E;M&gt;P;E&gt;P;E&gt;S;E&gt;N;E&gt;M;P&gt;M;P&gt;N;<br />
P&gt;S;P&gt;E;S&gt;N;S&gt;P;S&gt;M;S&gt;E;E&gt;Po;Po&gt;N;Po&gt;S;Po&gt;M;N&gt;Po</p>
<p>where N is napping, E is eating, S is scritchies, M is meowing, P is playing with Edmund, and Po is pooping.</p>
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<p>Can one be speechless and laughing at the same time?</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Hear the 2008 Earworm List!</title>
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    <published>2009-01-01T21:45:23+00:00</published>
    <updated>2009-01-02T00:24:44+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
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    <category term="music" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>While joking around with friends on New Year's Eve, a couple of people noted they had NO familiarity whatsoever with most of the artists whose music I&nbsp;loved in 2008.&nbsp; It occurs to me that, as a webgeek, I&nbsp;have the technology to fix this problem.</p>
<p>Here's how to get a taste of the music I&nbsp;loved in 2008.&nbsp; Make sure you're logged in to domesticat.net -- hey, openID works, you don't even need a special login for cat.net -- and on this page and the front page, check the sidebar for a link.&nbsp; <em><strike>I&nbsp;don't want to post the link publicly for search crawlers to find, and right now I&nbsp;don't have audio modules set up on cat.net.</strike></em></p>
<p><em><strike>(Note to self: look into that.)</strike></em>&nbsp; <a href="http://domesticat.net/listen">http://domesticat.net/listen</a></p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>While joking around with friends on New Year's Eve, a couple of people noted they had NO familiarity whatsoever with most of the artists whose music I&nbsp;loved in 2008.&nbsp; It occurs to me that, as a webgeek, I&nbsp;have the technology to fix this problem.</p>
<p>Here's how to get a taste of the music I&nbsp;loved in 2008.&nbsp; Make sure you're logged in to domesticat.net -- hey, openID works, you don't even need a special login for cat.net -- and on this page and the front page, check the sidebar for a link.&nbsp; <em><strike>I&nbsp;don't want to post the link publicly for search crawlers to find, and right now I&nbsp;don't have audio modules set up on cat.net.</strike></em></p>
<p><em><strike>(Note to self: look into that.)</strike></em>&nbsp; <a href="http://domesticat.net/listen">http://domesticat.net/listen</a></p>
<p>Take a listen. Maybe you'll find something you love. If you do, buy the merch, see a show, put your money where your ears are. Geof can attest to how purchases speak volumes for independent artists.</p>
<h2>Update:</h2>
<p>Vacation days are glorious!&nbsp; Sure enough, the <a href="http://drupal.org/project/swftools">swftools module</a> made it possible for me to embed music.&nbsp; It's not as compact as I'd like, but it works until I can figure out how to present it more cleanly.&nbsp; Moving the file under drupal's control means I'm able to use drupal's access-control system, which pleases me AND pacifies The Marital Siteadmin.</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>2008: music in review</title>
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    <published>2008-12-31T02:14:39+00:00</published>
    <updated>2008-12-31T03:28:27+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="lists" />
    <category term="music" />
    <category term="year" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>I'm taking a cue <a href="http://gfmorris.com/2008/12/29/albums-i-have-loved-in-2008/">from Geof</a> and <a href="http://www.canspice.org/2008/12/29/albums-i-loved-in-2008/">Brad</a>, and posting a list of my 2008 music in review.  ObNote, of course, is that my account on last.fm made it incredibly easy to compile this list.  This December marks four years of tracking my listening habits through their software, and it's been a fascinating exercise.</p>
<p>My last.fm profile: <a href="http://www.last.fm/user/domesticat">last.fm/user/domesticat</a></p>
<p>First, the broadest strokes of all: the artists, which I suspect will correspond closely with the albums:</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>I'm taking a cue <a href="http://gfmorris.com/2008/12/29/albums-i-have-loved-in-2008/">from Geof</a> and <a href="http://www.canspice.org/2008/12/29/albums-i-loved-in-2008/">Brad</a>, and posting a list of my 2008 music in review.  ObNote, of course, is that my account on last.fm made it incredibly easy to compile this list.  This December marks four years of tracking my listening habits through their software, and it's been a fascinating exercise.</p>
<p>My last.fm profile: <a href="http://www.last.fm/user/domesticat">last.fm/user/domesticat</a></p>
<p>First, the broadest strokes of all: the artists, which I suspect will correspond closely with the albums:</p>
<ol>
<li>The National</li>
<li>Girl Talk</li>
<li>Spoon</li>
<li>Beirut</li>
<li>XTC</li>
<li>Mute Math</li>
<li>Snow Patrol</li>
<li>TV On The Radio</li>
<li>City and Colour</li>
<li>Death Cab For Cutie</li>
<li>Delta Spirit</li>
<li>Ida</li>
<li>The Weepies</li>
<li>The New Pornographers</li>
<li>Sara Bareilles</li>
</ol>
<p>and next, the confessions of the earworm ... time to 'fess up on what caused me to hit repeat, over and over and over again, in 2008:</p>
<ol>
<li>The Weepies - &quot;Antarctica&quot;</li>
<li>The New Pornographers - &quot;The Bleeding Heart Show&quot;</li>
<li>Spoon - &quot;Don't You Evah&quot;</li>
<li>The National - &quot;Slow Show&quot;</li>
<li>Spoon - &quot;The Underdog&quot;</li>
<li>Beirut - &quot;Guyamas Sonora&quot;</li>
<li>Beirut - &quot;Cherbourg&quot;</li>
<li>Spoon - &quot;Finer Feelings&quot;</li>
<li>XTC - &quot;King For A Day&quot;</li>
<li>The National - &quot;Mistaken For Strangers&quot;</li>
<li>Beirut - &quot;Cliquot&quot;</li>
<li>The National - &quot;Apartment Story&quot;</li>
<li>The National - &quot;Start A War&quot;</li>
<li>The National - &quot;Squalor Victoria&quot;</li>
<li>Spoon - Rhthm &amp; Soul</li>
</ol>
<p>So - taking that all into consideration, what would I consider the music of 2008?  I can't just go blindly by the numbers; some albums and artists skewed high because a particular song lodged in my head. (The Weepies' &quot;Antarctica&quot; being a prime example of a song that caused an album to skew higher than it deserved overall.)  I also have to weigh in one x-factor I cannot account for: music played in my car.  Drivetime music is the only music listening I have left which isn't counted on last.fm, and that knowledge leads me to weight certain albums more highly than their last.fm ranking would indicate they deserve.</p>
<ol>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="159" border="0" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000000OYZ.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>XTC's &quot;Oranges and Lemons</strong>.&quot;  This 1989 album is spearheading XTC's rise in the past 18 months from &quot;band I like but should listen more to&quot; to &quot;standing out from the pack with a high likelihood of becoming a top-five favorite in future years.&quot;  It is technicolor and extravagant, but with deft turns of musical and lyrical phrasing that just tickle me every time I listen to it.  It doesn't help that &quot;King For A Day&quot; is one of my candidates for all-time-favorite-pop-song-ever.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://crawls.archive.org/katrina/20071221014817/store.lousrecords.com/catalog/delta_spirit-ode.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Delta Spirit's &quot;Ode to Sunshine</strong>.&quot;  One of the few bands or albums on this list I can claim to have discovered on my own.  They opened for Matt Costa, and it's the only time I can think of in my concert-attending years in which I was bored by the headliner but bought the CD of the opening act.  This album doesn't fully live up to their potential.  It's fun, it's dirty, it's rootsy -- and if you've seen them live, you know they are capable of better.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B0017I1RH4.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Death Cab For Cutie's &quot;Narrow Stairs.</strong>&quot;  Finally, I get it.  For years, DCFC was a source of differing opinions between Adam and me, which is unusual given how strikingly close our music tastes are.  I liked the occasional DCFC song, but the albums just never clicked for me.  This album clicked, and hard -- from bitter to emo, from meditative bass line to turn of phrase, this album grabbed me quickly and didn't let go.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000O5AYCA.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" /><strong>The National's &quot;Boxer.</strong>&quot;  If I pick one album to sum up 2008, this is it.  This is the outlier, the album my charts can't account for; all of the listening on last.fm doesn't show that this album stayed on repeat in my car for <em>months</em>.  Even more ironic was that I found it more compelling than likable on first, second, and third plays.  Adam insisted, so I continued, and I think he still remembers the stunned commentary when this album finally clicked for me.  For me, 'Fake-Empire' <em>is</em> 2008, from its somber beginning to its incongruous, joyful horn outro.  In the stats it looks close, but if you factor in the unrecorded playing time, it wasn't even close.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000A2H880.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>The New Pornographers' &quot;Twin Cinema.&quot; </strong> Partially an earworm, but there was more to it than that.  &quot;The Bleeding Heart Show&quot; was as fantastic on the album as the concert was disappointing, but I'd be willing to give this band another try.  I found this album to be a straight-up rock pleasure that stood up well to repeated listens.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B0007KIFGY.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Ida's &quot;Heart Like A River.&quot;</strong>  A favorite for reasons I cannot quite explain.  By all rights Ida should be boring, quiet, and dull, but they just aren't.  There is something hushed and lovely in their harmonies, something that gets drowned out by background noise and concentrating on other things, but it's an album I keep returning to, over and over.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B001EOQTSI.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>TV On The Radio's &quot;Dear Science.</strong>&quot;  I'm unsure how this album will hold up in future years.  I found it fascinating, interesting, musically complex, but the fact that I can only name you one song title tells me that this album may have less staying power than its chart position might otherwise imply.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:gvWoREX-0pq8xM:http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/2593509060_70251ed0c5_o.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Girl Talk's &quot;Feed the Animals.</strong>&quot;  Dear God, this album is a monster.  Monstrous, fantastic, hilarious, mean-spirited, and gloriously trashy.  I'd call it a triumph of illegal mashup art.  It is everything you loved and hated about the music of the past 30 years, smashed together into sixty minutes of profane intelligence.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000RGSOQO.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Spoon's &quot;Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga.&quot;</strong>  A straight rock anthem of a record, laced with earworms that held on for months.  I suspect I'll come back to specific songs, but I don't know that I'll return to the full record in future years.  I defy you to listen to &quot;The Underdog&quot; and say otherwise.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000EWBMVA.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>The Twilight Singers' &quot;Powder Burns.&quot;</strong>  Not a pretty album, but instead a dark, wrathful album of killing secrets recorded in New Orleans in the aftermath of Katrina.  Angry, compelling, visceral rock.  Not for everyone.  Might just be for you, though.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000002UAR.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>The Beatles' &quot;Revolver.&quot;</strong>  Picked up on a classics lark, after saying to myself, &quot;I know their music, but I've never listened to an album.&quot;  This is, quite frankly, worth the hype.  A standout then and now.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B00128KV30.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Scott Andrew's &quot;Save You From Yourself.&quot;</strong>  Gets bonus points for &quot;the only artist on this list with whom I've had coffee this year.&quot;  <em>Disclaimer:  he bought the coffee, but he would have made the list even without doing so.</em>  I have a soft spot for well-written indie folk, and Scott fits the bill; he's as funny and genuine in person as he is in his music.  I like knowing that, somewhere out there, he's got a bedroom with recording equipment in it.  It means I'll have something to listen to next year.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000F3UADO.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Snow Patrol's &quot;Eyes Open.&quot;</strong>  Adam tried to tell me about Snow Patrol a few years ago, and I missed the boat.  This year I rectified my mistake, and had a lot of fun reveling in their arena-ready indie bombast.  It's a good album to rock out to on a Saturday afternoon.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images/P/B001BYBAQC.03.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Fleet Foxes' &quot;Fleet Foxes.&quot;</strong>  This album holds slow-burn status for me.  I think it is running six months behind The National's &quot;Boxer&quot; in my head; there are songs that I find compelling and interesting and lovely, and I sense that the moment this album clicks it's going to be a big favorite.  Track standings put them middle of the road, but with this antsy, quavering stance that tells me they're about to go somewhere.</li>
<li style="clear: left;"><img width="160" height="160" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/B000UJ48XG.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" style="padding: 1em; float: left;" /><strong>Beirut's &quot;The Flying Club Cup.&quot;</strong>  Another album that fared far more poorly in the rankings than was actually deserved.  The stats don't tell the full level of the tale, of how songs from this album played in my head and my car over and over; of how much of this album stands as the kind of grandiose gesture one makes toward an absent lover; how it lies, luscious and layered, in my head even now.</li>
</ol>
<p style="clear: left;">So with all that said, here's <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/domesticat/3152633748/">the map of my artists listened to in 2008</a>, courtesy of <a href="http://lastgraph3.aeracode.org/">lastgraph.aeracode.org</a>:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/domesticat/3152633748" title="2008: listening"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3220/3152633748_fbe1ba74de.jpg" alt="2008: listening" title="2008: listening"  class=" flickr-photo-img" height="126" width="500" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>In short:  National's &quot;The Boxer&quot; and Beirut's &quot;The Flying Club Cup&quot; take the year.  To paraphrase Tom Lehrer, they were the year that was.</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Last chance photo saloon</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://domesticat.net/2008/12/last-chance-photo-saloon" />
    <id>http://domesticat.net/2008/12/last-chance-photo-saloon</id>
    <published>2008-12-30T22:19:30+00:00</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T22:19:59+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="friends" />
    <category term="photography" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>For those of you who weren't aware, my friend Noah is closing up his online photography print shop on January 1.  If you want a print of his work, hop over to <a href="http://noahgrey.com/photography/">noahgrey.com/photography</a> to nab one.</p>
<p>Some of you might even remember that I was in his <a href="http://noahgrey.com/photography/portfolios/?s=220&amp;p=2003">2003 gallery</a>.  Look closely and you'll see two photos of me available on that page.</p>
<p>My entries from my trip out to visit him <a href="http://domesticat.net/2003/12/photos-sunset-and-hermosa-beach">are here</a>.  My favorite is one he shot that he's never made available for sale:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/domesticat/1463631550" title="Contemplation"></a><br />
[<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/domesticat/1463631550">Contemplation</a> on flickr.]</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>For those of you who weren't aware, my friend Noah is closing up his online photography print shop on January 1.  If you want a print of his work, hop over to <a href="http://noahgrey.com/photography/">noahgrey.com/photography</a> to nab one.</p>
<p>Some of you might even remember that I was in his <a href="http://noahgrey.com/photography/portfolios/?s=220&amp;p=2003">2003 gallery</a>.  Look closely and you'll see two photos of me available on that page.</p>
<p>My entries from my trip out to visit him <a href="http://domesticat.net/2003/12/photos-sunset-and-hermosa-beach">are here</a>.  My favorite is one he shot that he's never made available for sale:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/domesticat/1463631550" title="Contemplation"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1371/1463631550_51d0d776c0.jpg" alt="Contemplation" title="Contemplation"  class=" flickr-photo-img" height="500" width="334" /></a><br />
[<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/domesticat/1463631550">Contemplation</a> on flickr.]</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Bourdain names names, film at 11</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://domesticat.net/2008/12/bourdain-names-names-film-11" />
    <id>http://domesticat.net/2008/12/bourdain-names-names-film-11</id>
    <published>2008-12-30T13:43:29+00:00</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T13:43:49+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="chefs" />
    <category term="cooking" />
    <category term="food" />
    <category term="linkfood" />
    <category term="rants" />
    <category term="television" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Anthony Bourdain <a href="http://blog.ruhlman.com/ruhlmancom/2007/02/guest_blogging_.html">rails against the current crop of TV chefs and names names</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>We KNOW she can't cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So...what is she selling us? Really? She's selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She's a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that "Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!" Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, "Hell&hellip;I could do that. I ain't gonna&hellip;but I could--if I wanted! Now where's my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?"</p>
</blockquote>
<p><em>Via Jody, of course.</em></p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Anthony Bourdain <a href="http://blog.ruhlman.com/ruhlmancom/2007/02/guest_blogging_.html">rails against the current crop of TV chefs and names names</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>We KNOW she can't cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So...what is she selling us? Really? She's selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She's a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that "Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!" Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, "Hell&hellip;I could do that. I ain't gonna&hellip;but I could--if I wanted! Now where's my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?"</p></blockquote>
<p><em>Via Jody, of course.</em></p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>date night</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://domesticat.net/2008/12/date-night" />
    <id>http://domesticat.net/2008/12/date-night</id>
    <published>2008-12-30T04:39:03+00:00</published>
    <updated>2008-12-30T04:43:17+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="alabama" />
    <category term="date" />
    <category term="huntsville" />
    <category term="movies" />
    <category term="recession" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Date night is a bit overblown for what we do.  If what you're doing is more accurately described by "grabbing chow" instead of "going out for dinner," consider throwing the moniker 'date night' out the window.</p>
<p>On our way to Jason's Deli for sandwiches and salad bars, Jeff mentioned Stephenie's tweet.  We weren't the only people we knew heading to see Benjamin Button that night.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bamalibrarylady/2886592574" title="Fountain &amp; Monaco Pictures"></a><br />
[<a href="http://flickr.com/photos/bamalibrarylady/2886592574/">Fountain &amp; Monaco Pictures</a> by my coworker Tamara]</p>
<p>The Monaco has tapped into something that was missing here in Huntsville: stylish, art deco, with the kind of plushy amenities you never really realized you were missing in your theater.  Go up the staircase to the 21-and-up section, get the boozahol of your choice, and settle into the leather rocker recliners with armrests big enough for both you and your neighbor's arms.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Date night is a bit overblown for what we do.  If what you're doing is more accurately described by "grabbing chow" instead of "going out for dinner," consider throwing the moniker 'date night' out the window.</p>
<p>On our way to Jason's Deli for sandwiches and salad bars, Jeff mentioned Stephenie's tweet.  We weren't the only people we knew heading to see Benjamin Button that night.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bamalibrarylady/2886592574" title="Fountain &amp; Monaco Pictures"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2886592574_b30be24653.jpg" alt="Fountain &amp; Monaco Pictures" title="Fountain &amp; Monaco Pictures"  class=" flickr-photo-img" height="375" width="500" /></a><br />
[<a href="http://flickr.com/photos/bamalibrarylady/2886592574/">Fountain &amp; Monaco Pictures</a> by my coworker Tamara]</p>
<p>The Monaco has tapped into something that was missing here in Huntsville: stylish, art deco, with the kind of plushy amenities you never really realized you were missing in your theater.  Go up the staircase to the 21-and-up section, get the boozahol of your choice, and settle into the leather rocker recliners with armrests big enough for both you and your neighbor's arms.</p>
<p>Stephenie and Caleb were in chairs outside the bar, enjoying the unseasonable 70s of a late-December night.  Conversation passed the time as we watched the people around us, and then it was time to elbow our way through the bar and up the staircase to get to the 21-and-up section.</p>
<p>Noting the crush of people, Stephenie muttered "Recession?  What recession?" as we walked.</p>
<p>I found it intensely disquieting to walk through a rather posh movie theater, full of laughter and drinks and the sounds of commercial enterprise, and to weigh it against everything being said on the news.  Recession.  Foreclosures.  Fear.</p>
<p>Jeff reminds me that this recession hasn't hit Huntsville nearly as hard as it has much of the rest of the country.  While I see for-sale signs in various places on my way to work, and know most of those properties have been on the market for some time now, I don't see foreclosure signs.  I know of people who have lost a lot in the stock market, but I haven't heard local instances of doom and gloom like the ones pervasive throughout the rest of the country.  Just because it isn't happening to your family and your co-workers yet doesn't mean it isn't happening, though.</p>
<p>It made the bustling atrium all the more surreal; made me wonder if we were dancing belligerently against the oncoming dark.  Are we immune, are we pretending, or has the postman just not rung our doorbell yet?</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Why I love my siteadmins</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://domesticat.net/2008/12/why-i-love-my-siteadmins" />
    <id>http://domesticat.net/2008/12/why-i-love-my-siteadmins</id>
    <published>2008-12-29T17:28:39+00:00</published>
    <updated>2008-12-29T17:29:53+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="funny" />
    <category term="quotations" />
    <category term="web development" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>An exchange of three emails this morning between me and one of our network admins:</p>

<blockquote>
<strong>To:</strong> Jay and Rich<br />
<strong>Subject:</strong> Passing on a sitebanned IP (low-priority)<br />
<p>I don't know if [the network admin group for Alabama libraries] contacts ISPs when they see users nosing around for files they shouldn't, but if you do, I've got one for you.  Check logs for the past six days for [redacted]</p>

<p>I'm seeing some nosing around for obvious cgi-bin / htaccess holes as well as an attempt to use a known pixelpost exploit on 24 December [exploit text redacted]</p>

<p>I've done the obvious .htaccess IP ban but thought I'd mention it to you guys.</p>
</blockquote>

<p>Reply a few hours later:</p>    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>An exchange of three emails this morning between me and one of our network admins:</p>

<blockquote>
<strong>To:</strong> Jay and Rich<br />
<strong>Subject:</strong> Passing on a sitebanned IP (low-priority)<br />
<p>I don't know if [the network admin group for Alabama libraries] contacts ISPs when they see users nosing around for files they shouldn't, but if you do, I've got one for you.  Check logs for the past six days for [redacted]</p>

<p>I'm seeing some nosing around for obvious cgi-bin / htaccess holes as well as an attempt to use a known pixelpost exploit on 24 December [exploit text redacted]</p>

<p>I've done the obvious .htaccess IP ban but thought I'd mention it to you guys.</p>
</blockquote>

<p>Reply a few hours later:</p>

<blockquote><strong>To:</strong> Amy<br />
<strong>Subject:</strong> Re: Passing on a sitebanned IP (low-priority)<br />
<p>Yes, this is fine. We are performing a site-wide Audit Scan and this is just part of the auditing process. Let us know if it has any adverse effects but it should not.

<p>Thanks for the heads up though. Glad to see you keeping an eye out for us ;-) </p></blockquote>

My reply:

<blockquote>
<strong>To:</strong> Jay and Rich<br />
<strong>Subject:</strong> Re: Passing on a sitebanned IP (low-priority)<br />
<p>*heh* I mean, I know you love us, but you certainly have a funny way of showing it.</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Solstice stories: the agnostic&#039;s Christmas letter</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://domesticat.net/2008/12/solstice-stories-agnostics-christmas-letter" />
    <id>http://domesticat.net/2008/12/solstice-stories-agnostics-christmas-letter</id>
    <published>2008-12-25T04:41:00+00:00</published>
    <updated>2008-12-25T04:42:23+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="christmas" />
    <category term="holidays" />
    <category term="solstice" />
    <category term="writing project" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Every year on Christmas Eve I look for a way to express love.&nbsp; For years I felt, as the non-religious sort, the true import of this holiday was a bit lost on me, but continued celebrating in my own way.</p>
<p>domesticat.net now chronicles fully a quarter of my existence on this earth, and combining that with a search function often serves to bring the arc of my life into clearer, simpler focus.</p>
<p>Other people focus solely on Christmas, but the entries of the past eight years tell me that this period of the year, this time of shortened days and year-end celebrations, matters as much to me as that one single day matters to most of you reading this entry.&nbsp; I am not celebrating a religious event, but I am using the excuse of darkened, chilly days to re-evaluate my place in this life and the people I share it with.</p>
<p>I light words against the darkness, and leave them for you to find.&nbsp; Here are two images from Christmas Eves come and gone:</p>
     ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>Every year on Christmas Eve I look for a way to express love.&nbsp; For years I felt, as the non-religious sort, the true import of this holiday was a bit lost on me, but continued celebrating in my own way.</p>
<p>domesticat.net now chronicles fully a quarter of my existence on this earth, and combining that with a search function often serves to bring the arc of my life into clearer, simpler focus.</p>
<p>Other people focus solely on Christmas, but the entries of the past eight years tell me that this period of the year, this time of shortened days and year-end celebrations, matters as much to me as that one single day matters to most of you reading this entry.&nbsp; I am not celebrating a religious event, but I am using the excuse of darkened, chilly days to re-evaluate my place in this life and the people I share it with.</p>
<p>I light words against the darkness, and leave them for you to find.&nbsp; Here are two images from Christmas Eves come and gone:</p>
<blockquote>
<p>In the end, most of us still have it right: when we think of this holiday we think not of the gifts, but the people we shared those gifts with. Lose someone you care about, and you will think about them during the holiday season for the rest of your life.</p>
<p>The weight of memory can be difficult to bear, so difficult that sometimes we lose track of how precious the people still in our lives are to us. Those of us who mourn for what was once, without celebrating the now, tend to forget that as of next year, this day falls into the category of &quot;what was.&quot;</p>
<p>On this holiday, celebrate what is. By all means, remember those you have lost, but celebrate those who are still in your life.</p>
<p>Tonight, I may or may not have the mug of hot chocolate, since I won't be at home, but you'll be in my thoughts.<br />
- <a href="http://domesticat.net/2004/12/what-was-and-what">What was and what is</a>, Christmas Eve 2004</p>
</blockquote>
<p>and</p>
<blockquote>
<p>I realize that we must respect and honor the many ways that people choose to [not?] celebrate the Christmas season, but I did a bit of online research just now and have conclusively determined that <em>food poisoning is not a way of celebrating Christmas in any culture.</em><br />
- <a href="http://domesticat.net/2002/12/house-no-cookies">The house with no cookies</a>, the day before Christmas Eve 2003</p>
</blockquote>
<p>and finally...</p>
<blockquote>
<p>I could not have imagined you, all of you, in all your contradictions and contrariness and complexity, and I am grateful that I could not, for I would have learned less had I anticipated more.<br />
- <a href="http://domesticat.net/2005/12/orions-gift">Orion's gift</a>, Christmas Eve 2005</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I've temporarily moved that entry back to the front page.&nbsp; I got it right that year.</p>
<p>For each of you, and whichever holiday you're celebrating ... I'm glad you're here.</p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Solstice stories: this American life</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://domesticat.net/2008/12/solstice-stories-american-life" />
    <id>http://domesticat.net/2008/12/solstice-stories-american-life</id>
    <published>2008-12-25T03:17:43+00:00</published>
    <updated>2008-12-25T03:22:34+00:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>domesticat</name>
    </author>
    <category term="christmas" />
    <category term="holidays" />
    <category term="love" />
    <category term="marriage" />
    <category term="solstice" />
    <category term="writing project" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>My smile blossomed at ten after four, when he walked in the door, unexpected, early.&nbsp; I had commented to Adam online a bit earlier that there was something calm and perfect about the afternoon: the raging storm; the slanted lamplight across my laptop; the soft sound of snoring, geriatric cats.&nbsp; Suddenly, it was better.</p>
<p>Jeff smiled as he put his bag down and said, &quot;Stacy sent us all home.&quot;&nbsp; He put down his string bag of water bottle, lunch remnants, and snacks; he took his place on the other couch and I paused from debugging.</p>
<p>&quot;I don't know what it is I want tonight,&quot; I said, &quot;but I want to do something a little different.&nbsp; I just don't know what.&quot;</p>
<p>&quot;Why don't we go out to dinner?&quot;</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[ <p>My smile blossomed at ten after four, when he walked in the door, unexpected, early.&nbsp; I had commented to Adam online a bit earlier that there was something calm and perfect about the afternoon: the raging storm; the slanted lamplight across my laptop; the soft sound of snoring, geriatric cats.&nbsp; Suddenly, it was better.</p>
<p>Jeff smiled as he put his bag down and said, &quot;Stacy sent us all home.&quot;&nbsp; He put down his string bag of water bottle, lunch remnants, and snacks; he took his place on the other couch and I paused from debugging.</p>
<p>&quot;I don't know what it is I want tonight,&quot; I said, &quot;but I want to do something a little different.&nbsp; I just don't know what.&quot;</p>
<p>&quot;Why don't we go out to dinner?&quot;</p>
<p>I nodded assent, and agreed to try to think of a place.&nbsp; That's the down side of Huntsville.&nbsp; It's difficult to find a restaurant that isn't part of a nationwide chain.&nbsp; It is not a matter of adventuring out and finding something new. There's no such thing here.</p>
<p>We scaled our plans down as the rain fell, realizing we wanted a slight deviation from our usual, not a radical revision.&nbsp; He smiled when he had it:&nbsp; &quot;Let's not cook, and get a Brooklyn-style pizza instead.&nbsp; Then we'll stop off, get coffee for you, and come back to the house.&nbsp; I'm guessing we can find something sappy and comforting to entertain us.&quot;</p>
<p>&quot;That works.&quot;</p>
<p>We came back an hour later with pizza and latt&eacute; in tow, wet feet, and no idea what to watch.&nbsp; On impulse I checked the latest Netflix offerings to arrive in our mailbox.&nbsp; The first red envelope held a movie that was clearly wrong, but the second one held the answer to a question I hadn't even even thought to ask for tonight.</p>
<p>We watched the first DVD of <em>This American Life</em>.&nbsp; For those unfamiliar, <em>This American Life</em> is as easy to love as it is completely difficult to describe.&nbsp; It's the story of the American story: the weird, the poignant, the odd.&nbsp; It is not a show that makes you laugh.&nbsp; It is not a show that will tear you up.&nbsp; It is a show that makes you realize every neighbor, every co-worker, leads a technicolor internal life, despite the fact you may never see it for yourself.</p>
<p>This is ours.</p>
<p>* * * * *</p>
<p>He sleeps, even though it is just after eight.&nbsp; I know from my own fitful sleep last night that he was up until at least three this morning, and his tiredness did not surprise me at all.&nbsp; I had plenty of debugging I could tackle, so there's plenty of work on and music to listen to while he sleeps.</p>
<p>I am the solitary sort.&nbsp; Even Jeff, who is sometimes maddeningly difficult to know, will tell you that I am not the easiest person to live with, or love.&nbsp; My need for solitude is a near-tangible thing.&nbsp; I need the peace of a wall in the way, because the knots that come from interpersonal interactions only relax when I am alone.&nbsp; I will often take my laptop or my book into a bedroom to read on the bed, where the walls around me give me comfort...but the door is open, and I am soothed by the sounds.&nbsp; Tapping means he's working on his laptop; paper rustling means he is reading;&nbsp; laughter means he is watching television.&nbsp; Any of the three indicates all is right with my world.</p>
<p>I am the solitary sort, but I am not good at being alone.&nbsp; Never be fooled: it is often the most solitary of people who have the greatest need of others. I joke that Jeff and I are a matched set, but there is a deeper, more resonant truth to those words than I generally acknowledge: I would be lost without him, lost and bewildered in a way that I rarely allow myself to think about for the black, blank panic it inspires.</p>
<p>We have been a matched set since we were teenagers when, in a moment of bravery that steals my breath even now, we bet everything we had on each other.&nbsp; Everything.&nbsp; We worked the last two years of our collegiate tenure toward the day that we would marry, and in essence, we put everything we had in a couple of trucks and moved to a city where we only knew each other.</p>
<p>It was the kind of mad, brave, utterly trusting thing that only the young and innocent can do without irony.</p>
<p>The current instance of the end result is a matter of clich&eacute;: we grew together, tree trunks in close proximity, curling round and round each other by invisible inches over a period of years.&nbsp; Our thirtysomething selves are capable of standing alone, but untangling one from the other would reveal exactly how much we have grown to depend on each other over those years.</p>
<p>I can't read music. He can't dissect a chicken. He jokes that the bills just magically seem to get paid every month, and I probably couldn't figure out how to start the lawnmower if you paid me.&nbsp; I impulse-buy him cut-up melons at the grocery store, and he brings me Chicken and Stars when I'm sick.</p>
<p>This thing, this 'us' ... it just is, in all its knobby-kneed unlikeliness.&nbsp; He had the kind of love for an elegant engineering schematic that I had for carefully wrought phrasing, but he learned to love Jane Austen, and I learned to love databases.</p>
<p>We don't do a lot for Christmas.&nbsp; Neither of us had the patience to wait for Christmas, so he got his music theory books as they arrived in the mail and he gave me my new electric kettle during the cold snap in mid-December.&nbsp; Our social energies go into PHE, the Pan-Holiday Extravaganza, that all of our friends attend in mid-January.</p>
<p>Tomorrow, as America convulses over Christmas Day, it will be just us, and in this story of our American life, that is enough.</p>
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