abandon (əˈbændən)
—
1. to forsake completely; desert; leave behind: to abandon a baby ; drivers had to abandon their cars
2. abandon ship the order given to the crew of a ship that is about to sink to take to the lifeboats
3. to give up completely: to abandon a habit ; to abandon hope
4. to yield control of or concern in; relinquish: to abandon office
5. to give up (something begun) before completion: to abandon a job ; the game was abandoned
6. to surrender (oneself) to emotion without restraint
7. to give (insured property that has suffered partial loss or damage) to the insurers in order that a claim for a total loss may be made
— n
8. freedom from inhibitions, restraint, concern, or worry: she danced with abandon
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
iphone 1.0
finally had his glow extinguished somewhere in a spilled drink in st. thomas last sunday, the 23rd of January, 2011. he was nearly 4. he is survived by his ability to amuse children of the future, serve as a functional paper-weight and contaminate a landfill. he will be missed.
iphone 1.0 had sweet beginnings, gifted to a ad nerd the very week his product was launched, he soon found a snug place in the back left pocket of everything he wore.
speedy and sweet in his first few months of life, and always better with directions and business than was ever expected, he eventually turned to a life of crime, breaking away from his signal carrier when communications broke down over a period of weeks in a loft in minneapolis.
left, effectively; a calculator, music player, camera, notetaker, he soon made fast friends with an IT jailbreaker and before his nerd could cuss, he was off with a new sweetheart, tmobile, who seemed at the time to be the only one who could talk to or through him at all.
in time, and on the move again, iphone slowed down, noticeably not able to download the latest applications or software updates. what he lacked in speed and agility, however, he more than made up for in strength. till the end he was a slightly dented, always smooth faced rascal who's favorite pastime was changing innocent text messages into gibberish or unintentional missives of inferred locker room talk.
As for his partner, he is fortified by a sense of peace and re-found appreciation for those little moments in life that used to allow him to daydream, free him from work, and bumping into things on walks. at least for the week.
iphone 1.0 had sweet beginnings, gifted to a ad nerd the very week his product was launched, he soon found a snug place in the back left pocket of everything he wore.
speedy and sweet in his first few months of life, and always better with directions and business than was ever expected, he eventually turned to a life of crime, breaking away from his signal carrier when communications broke down over a period of weeks in a loft in minneapolis.
left, effectively; a calculator, music player, camera, notetaker, he soon made fast friends with an IT jailbreaker and before his nerd could cuss, he was off with a new sweetheart, tmobile, who seemed at the time to be the only one who could talk to or through him at all.
in time, and on the move again, iphone slowed down, noticeably not able to download the latest applications or software updates. what he lacked in speed and agility, however, he more than made up for in strength. till the end he was a slightly dented, always smooth faced rascal who's favorite pastime was changing innocent text messages into gibberish or unintentional missives of inferred locker room talk.
As for his partner, he is fortified by a sense of peace and re-found appreciation for those little moments in life that used to allow him to daydream, free him from work, and bumping into things on walks. at least for the week.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Ladies and Gents, the Kosmoceratops
Kosmoceratops, a relative of the more familiar Triceratops, had one horn over its nose, one over each eye, one protruding from each cheek bone and a row of ten across the frill at the back of its head.
"As far as we know it's the most ornate-headed dinosaur ever found, with so many well-developed horns on its head," Sampson told the Guardian.
Scientists have long speculated about the purpose of dinosaurs' horns. In the past, some suspected that beasts like Triceratops used their headgear to fight off predators, as depicted in the prehistoric clash between a fur-bikinied Raquel Welch and a Triceratops in Ray Harryhausen's 1966 movie, One Million Years BC. Many palaeontologists now believe that dinosaurs' horns were often more for sexual display and fighting off other members of the same species, much like rutting deer.
And also why I love the Guardian.
"As far as we know it's the most ornate-headed dinosaur ever found, with so many well-developed horns on its head," Sampson told the Guardian.
Scientists have long speculated about the purpose of dinosaurs' horns. In the past, some suspected that beasts like Triceratops used their headgear to fight off predators, as depicted in the prehistoric clash between a fur-bikinied Raquel Welch and a Triceratops in Ray Harryhausen's 1966 movie, One Million Years BC. Many palaeontologists now believe that dinosaurs' horns were often more for sexual display and fighting off other members of the same species, much like rutting deer.
And also why I love the Guardian.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
because its goooood clark
1. You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.
- Frank O'Hara Fortune Cookie Quotes
- Frank O'Hara Fortune Cookie Quotes
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
anybody still out there?
haven't been to this thing since my last post.
nothing really new to report as far as I'm aware.
Yup, tom is still a fruit.
anyway if you do keep coming back hoping for something, anything, I'm going to start putting stuff back up here, but it would be great if someone else did as well.
ping the comments if you still come.
and, first thing to check out:
nevver.com
makes me smile,sigh,laugh,cringe,get dark,get bouncy, etc. all the time.
Its fucking stellar.
nothing really new to report as far as I'm aware.
Yup, tom is still a fruit.
anyway if you do keep coming back hoping for something, anything, I'm going to start putting stuff back up here, but it would be great if someone else did as well.
ping the comments if you still come.
and, first thing to check out:
nevver.com
makes me smile,sigh,laugh,cringe,get dark,get bouncy, etc. all the time.
Its fucking stellar.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Elegantly Mindblowing
Red families vs. blue families
In red America, families form adults; in blue America, adults form families.
Quite a statement. It sums up the how the red- and blue-state families approach marriage, childbirth, and divorce. The red-state approach worked well until our society changed.
New norms arise for this environment, norms geared to prevent premature family formation. The new paradigm prizes responsible childbearing and child-rearing far above the traditional linkage of sex, marriage, and procreation. Instead of emphasizing abstinence until marriage, it enjoins: Don't form a family until after you have finished your education and are equipped for responsibility. In other words, adults form families. Family life marks the end of the transition to adulthood, not the beginning.
http://www.nationaljournal.com/njmagazine/st_20100501_5904.php
In red America, families form adults; in blue America, adults form families.
Quite a statement. It sums up the how the red- and blue-state families approach marriage, childbirth, and divorce. The red-state approach worked well until our society changed.
New norms arise for this environment, norms geared to prevent premature family formation. The new paradigm prizes responsible childbearing and child-rearing far above the traditional linkage of sex, marriage, and procreation. Instead of emphasizing abstinence until marriage, it enjoins: Don't form a family until after you have finished your education and are equipped for responsibility. In other words, adults form families. Family life marks the end of the transition to adulthood, not the beginning.
http://www.nationaljournal.com/njmagazine/st_20100501_5904.php
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
In other news, TOM NAUGHTON NAMED PLANNING DIRECTOR!
He's moved shops again folks (trying to keep pace with Kevin), and is now the proud planning director at Euro on the Dos Equis Business.
Dangerous.
The Greatest Obit. Ever.
Coots Matthews, Cantankerous Hellfighter, Dies at 86
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/08/us/08matthews.html?src=me&ref=us
Highlights:
He was 86. He had respiratory problems, she said, that might have been related to his breathing carcinogens for 54 years and his penchant for good cigars.
His daughter characterized him as a “barroom brawler” and “hell on wheels,” who “too often let his fists do the talking.”
In 1942, he joined the Army Air Forces and became a tail gunner on a B-17 Flying Fortress. His plane was shot down on his first mission, but he went on to fly many more.
After the war, Mr. Matthews opened a beer joint in Houston called Cabin in the Pines. It was fun, but not profitable. So he took a job working in oil field services for Halliburton, an industry giant. After 10 years, he was fired for crashing seven company cars.
Mr. Matthews and Mr. Hansen later stuck to Mr. Adair’s tradition of hiring mainly oil-patch roughnecks and roustabouts. No engineers, thank you.
“An engineer’s not going to put his hands on a fire, but he thinks he’s so much smarter than us,” Mr. Matthews said in an interview with The Washington Post in 1991. “And if they ever get a computer to cap a goddang oil well, I guess I’ll be out of business. But I ain’t shakin’ in my boots over it.”
Mr. Matthews was married four times to two women.
Perhaps Mr. Matthews’s most harrowing experience was when a piece of a crane fell on his leg, pinning him, while a poisonous gas well was spewing, his daughter recalled. Mr. Adair grabbed an ax to whack off Mr. Matthews’s leg. At the last moment, though, Mr. Matthews summoned his strength and jerked his leg free.
He later asked Mr. Adair if he would really have done it. Mr. Adair replied, “A one-legged Coots is better than no Coots at all.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/08/us/08matthews.html?src=me&ref=us
Highlights:
He was 86. He had respiratory problems, she said, that might have been related to his breathing carcinogens for 54 years and his penchant for good cigars.
His daughter characterized him as a “barroom brawler” and “hell on wheels,” who “too often let his fists do the talking.”
In 1942, he joined the Army Air Forces and became a tail gunner on a B-17 Flying Fortress. His plane was shot down on his first mission, but he went on to fly many more.
After the war, Mr. Matthews opened a beer joint in Houston called Cabin in the Pines. It was fun, but not profitable. So he took a job working in oil field services for Halliburton, an industry giant. After 10 years, he was fired for crashing seven company cars.
Mr. Matthews and Mr. Hansen later stuck to Mr. Adair’s tradition of hiring mainly oil-patch roughnecks and roustabouts. No engineers, thank you.
“An engineer’s not going to put his hands on a fire, but he thinks he’s so much smarter than us,” Mr. Matthews said in an interview with The Washington Post in 1991. “And if they ever get a computer to cap a goddang oil well, I guess I’ll be out of business. But I ain’t shakin’ in my boots over it.”
Mr. Matthews was married four times to two women.
Perhaps Mr. Matthews’s most harrowing experience was when a piece of a crane fell on his leg, pinning him, while a poisonous gas well was spewing, his daughter recalled. Mr. Adair grabbed an ax to whack off Mr. Matthews’s leg. At the last moment, though, Mr. Matthews summoned his strength and jerked his leg free.
He later asked Mr. Adair if he would really have done it. Mr. Adair replied, “A one-legged Coots is better than no Coots at all.”
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