"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Bowels moved by the Christmas Spirit.

About once a year, my sado-masochistic side rears up and demands that I spend half a day going to airports, rotting in airports, or Gods willing, on actual airplanes waiting in line to go somewhere. Nothing quite like grumpy people, longer lines, tiny seats filled with large people who may or may not have bathed during the most recent geological age...

Oh, holidays. How I love you.

December 21, 2006 9:02 AM