The estimable Q Daily News pointed me at the High Line, an abandoned elevated railway across Manhattan. There are some absolutely beautiful photographs of the line on that side; grassy and overgrown, and looking very out of place in Manhattan.
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Umberto Eco always has such cool things to say.
“I calculated that I had saved the reader at least 25% reading time by shortening Dumas’s language. But then I realised that it was exactly those extra words and repetition that had a fundamental strategic function – they created anticipation and tension – they delayed the final event and were fundamental for the excellent vendetta to work so effectively.”
A lovely little article on the nature of translations.
I cannot believe that there is a Web site dedicated to Vintage MBTA maps. But I’m glad there is.
The Civil War did not end in 1865…. The Confederates went into hiding and in 1908 they used their boy Teddy Roosevelt to found the FBI – conFederate Bureau of Inquisition.
You heard it here first. I collect kooks for the purposes of generating weird NPCs for games. Possibly I need a kook category.
Quirks to fix: the bookmarklet doesn’t seem to be setting categories. It’d be nice if titleless bookmarklet entries took on the first five words of the post as the title, as per Blogger API entries. Blogger API entries need to permit TrackBack by default.
Edit: Blogger API entries now permit TrackBack by default.
Edit: the bookmarklet is working like I want it to; I think I was just confused before. Addendum: I may skip the whole Blogger API thing and write a little AppleScript to generate entries straight from BBEdit.
Supernifty site full of 1890s Boston photographs. Already used some for the entrance pages.
Unknown Boston is my feeling that I should be doing something with all this free time; after all, I quit Asheron’s Call. It’s also my knowledge that the most successful campaign I ever ran started with an utterly complete set of character sheets for every NPC vampire in the city. I GM better when I have the setting fleshed out. It’s also my admiration for the Quail and his New York by Night. Would that I could accomplish something half as cool.
For some odd reason I’m not really comfortable posting long ranty things to my LiveJournal. There’s something weird going on in my head there. I think it’s because I have this constant awareness that I’m dropping an acrid pissed off political rant in the middle of a couple of dozen nice peaceful friends pages, between a perfectly harmless quiz answer and a thoughtful introspective discussion of someone’s day. “If I were a Sluggy Freelance character, I would be — holy shit, what the hell got up his ass?” That sort of thing. Also I keep finding myself self-conscious about profanity, cause I know some of my readers aren’t fond of the stuff.
Or, perhaps, I’m just a snob who derives much of his self-image from being an outsider. Personally, I vary in my opinions.
I also need a place to tuck links to various and sundry pages that don’t need to be in my bookmark list but which do need to be saved somewhere I can go find them. If Mozilla had a bookmark list and a list of folded over page corners, that’d be perfect. But it doesn’t, so I’m just going to stick them in my blog.
So one way or the other, some of the time I’m writing for other people and that fits LiveJournal pretty well. But right now, most of my impulses are directed at writing for myself. Thus, Population: One.