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A Ford and a bicycle and a computer and a watch.

But Google is free as a deal with the devil! Right now, I'm working out an upgrade to how I use the Internet. I want to continue using IMAP; want really good Spam filtering (getting killed now); want to integrate IM and maybe Chat with the local interface; want to accommodate increased use of Texting; and I want it all cross-platform compatible for mobile devices as well as regular desktop/laptop computers. There are turnkey solutions, the latest going on the market yesterday as the Palm Pre smart phone, that can make it easy to bring Internet services together, no problem -- provided that making deals with the devil at the crossroads is no problem. Power corrupts. And there appears to be a trend to vest absolute power over our communications to a few corporations -- like Google.

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Executive order 13233 is so over.

With the legal protection of his presidency soon expired, a final rating given to Bush may be simply one or the other, guilty or not guilty: The Prosecution

just in time now system

Out of stock everywhere, as best I can tell. Not that there's any surprise in that, considering.

Give me a few minutes in a room with a shoe and GWB. Needless to say, the shoe would never leave the room alive. [font:Arial Black]Bush's Final F. U.[/font]

With my "commute" about the city today I felt true appreciation for the many paved routes that made transport upon my road bike a practical way to go, despite the freezing weather and icy roads. Upon the Shoreline-Seattle Interurban from the Heights to the lanes crossing over Aurora to the bike route going east around Greenlake; then down Ravenna, The Ave, and the Burke Gilman -- all these demure highways empowered my day as gifts of civilization, a civilization I inherited, and a civilization to which I contribute. As the day went, these bike-ways made for brisk travel, despite the various icy patches that compelled an altered technique to the end that my ass stayed on or above the saddle and off the shredding pavement. Yet even the ride upon the streets, crowded with cars that carried holiday shoppers by the hundreds, working commuters by the thousands, and fair weather bicyclists not worthy of count, imparted to me a feeling of freedom and physical exhilaration as the cars went by the visual wayside like so many pieces of roadside litter and my lungs sucked up the liters of oxygen required to utilize fuel of entirely renewable content. Meanwhile, my breath took in the concomitant doses of partially burned hydrocarbons -- pollutants that neither I nor motorists paid for, for we are at once free to pollute without paying a commensurate price for the damage we do. This freedom to pollute brings up a point: Whenever James F. Vesey, the rolly polly excuse for an Editor at the Seattle Times, wants to discuss user fees for my lungs, I'll be happy to oblige. He need only refrain from shoving his car's tailpipe down my gullet long enough get out of his car and talk with me like a gentleman. On the street. Beside a bicycle. Where I live. Happy holidays.

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Ok, that's not funny. But then, one hopes Obama won't be joking. Who else is on the list of possible cabinet appointees?

The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder, by Vincent Bugliosi.

How do you spell relief? With memory of the toxic idiocy of Condoleezza Rice in mind, visualization of who might be next brings relief like that experienced with the passing of a long bout of nausea and vomiting. Imagine. An intelligent, rational Secretary of State. A year ago, some people suggested Joe Biden would be an ideal pick for Secretary of State, and I agreed. Today, some speculation is toward Hillary, but I think it laughable to think Obama would ever pick her. So who will it be? Experience the relief. Visualize intelligence.

As long as the enemy within our own borders is in power, I think we can be sure our problems will continue to mount, on all fronts, including here: Paksitan.

The entire financial house of card coming down while the real economy keeps tanking is a crisis of confidence? I don't think so. We have a systemic crisis that requires profound changes. The End by Michael Lewis Nov 11 2008 The era that defined Wall Street is finally, officially over. Michael Lewis, who chronicled its excess in Liar’s Poker, returns to his old haunt to figure out what went wrong. "At some point, I gave up waiting for the end. There was no scandal or reversal, I assumed, that could sink the system." THe End Follow link for story Fascinating read - The End.

From the heights of an apple tree with the girl across the alley, east of Ballard and west of Greenlake.

Cue the equivocation of archeology with bolting. Wait, wait, KK is busy trying on shoes. Never mind.

There, there. There, there.

KKK suffered a TKO three months ago.

The annual pay for Sally the bank teller and Hal the highschool coach is $100,000?

I have often wondered about this philosophy. If a republican candidate believes government is bad for you, then why is he running for a position in government? To reduce it to a size that can be drowned in the bath tub.

Something tells me the French have yet to be consulted on the wine deal. Just saying.

OK then. Mystery solved.