Just saw the documentary Outfoxed – I guess we could have attended any of the 3000+ screenings in America, but instead I just bought the damn thing so that me and mine could enjoy a little left-wing propaganda without having to talk to strangers. You know how us liberals hate strangers.
The biggest flaw with the movie is myself: I was chagrined, yet I wasn’t shocked and had a hard time caring. The stuff with Jeremy Glick (who was abused even though his own father perished in the World Trade Center) was pretty great, and there were some other theories that sent chills down the spine, but I guess I’m past thinking that there’s any sense to getting your news from any of the usual suspects anymore. Thank god the satellite radio gets the BBC; I’d rather have someone with bad teeth tell it to me straight, thanks.
So my thoughts turned more celestial, which brings me to the three pictures I’d like to share with you today. Click any of them for a bigger version.
This is a fortnight ago, at a gas station in Harlem. I had to make sure to wear an orange bandana, you know, you can never be too sure with those gangs running around. Especially with the full moon out. People commit crimes!
While surfing the TerraServer for aerial pictures of everywhere I’ve ever lived, I came across this 2002 shot of my fraternity at UNC where we shot several scenes of “The Pink House.” I looked closer, and saw my car (red arrow) – an egregiously shitty white Mustang convertible that finally died right there in that parking lot – is now enshrined forever via satellite.
The skies were so clear two nights ago that you could actually take pictures of the Milky Way with the digital camera. I thought this view of the Big Dipper on the horizon was even cooler. The green light in the foreground is the farm about a mile away, and the orange light is Albany in the distance.