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Saturday, April 09, 2005Crazy Welshman walks 150 miles to protest the demise of a football (a.k.a. soccer) club. For the record, I like Welsh people. Their native language is all effed up and melodic. They speak English in a musical sort of way that makes me think that they are mythical fairies or somesuch. Sometimes I watch Changing Rooms on BBC just hoping that they re-air the episode with the incomprehensible Welsh couple. I digress. This soccer guy walked a lot. And I would walk five thousand miles. And I would walk five thousand more. Just to be the man-- wait, those 90's folk-rocker guys were Scotch. (Hey! Scotch is a drink! We're Scottish! And if it's not Scottish, it's CRAP!!!") Anyway... This guy walked a sizeable distance with his buddy, Stuart Smith. This is not the Stuart Smith I went to high school with. That guy introduced me to all manner of post-modern literature and music by David Byrne and Portishead. Appropriately enough, Stu lives in L.A. now, after a brief stint making movies in New York. (Lou Reed lives there, you know. Reminds me of the Letterman bit: the dirtiest water in New York is in a) the Hudson River b) Lou Reed's Bong.) Stu rules. Last summer when I visited Chip in San Diego we hooked up with him and fired one up for old times' sake. And by one, I mean a smokey clove-flavored cigarette, or something. That's it. That's the ticket. Yeah, a clove cigareette. < /Tommy Flanagan > posted by Nate on 12:40 AM link Tuesday, April 05, 2005Friday was the two year anniversary of this blog. (Swankypimp.com itself has been around for over five years now.) When I first started blogging, I was updating three or four times a day, and with longer, thought out pieces. Nowadays you're lucky to hear from me once a week, and usually it's just a link to something funny or stupid, like this. So there I was, grinding my feet into Eddie's Couch. Ahem. Part of the reason I updated more frequently is, simply, that I had a lot more free time back then. I was substitute teaching and could take a day off when I felt like it. Another part has to do with the nature of presenting yourself to a new audience; you grind out a bunch of pieces on your political positions, favorite sports teams, etc. in order to demonstrate not only your thoughts, but also your sense of humor and presentation. It's sorta like dating. Now that I married the blog, I come home, have a beer, and watch TV in my undershorts. We just don't talk anymore. Finally, and maybe most importantly, the political climate has changed. In a way I'm one of the "warbloggers" who got into web logs during the buildup of the Iraq war. Right after 9/11 and again two years later, many of us siphoned up any and all information we could find on Islam, the Arab world, the House of Saud. There was also quite a bit of dialogue online about what we should do next. You had conservatives arguing for isolation, liberals arguing for engagement; it was one of the rare times where political debate involves exchanging ideas. Now things are back to normal, and George Hitler Bush wants to sacrifice your babies to Satan again. I'm not sure what Michael Moore plans to do with more sacrificed babies, but if it stops him from making another film I'm all for it. Bitches, go have sex with Charlie Murphy. posted by Nate on 7:55 AM link
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