Scanning
This is my brain… …and this is my brain on Hidden City. Any questions? Oh, there are questions? Then I shall endeavor to answer them tomorrow. For now, I am beat. Share/Bookmark
Hidden City
The stories, essays, dreams, and delusions of Marc Kevin Hall
29 August 2007
28 August 2007
Rx: Lime/coconut colloidal dispersion
For several months I have been experiencing near-constant headaches. They vary in effect, moving from “I need more coffee to get through this,” to “How much blood is coming out of my ears?” is a space of minutes. Most troubling, though, are the occasional ice-pick spikes at the base of my skull, which are blinding [...]
Puttin’ on the Ritz
To mix my cinematic comedy classics a bit, I’m not dead yet. But until I have a chance to write more I thought I’d send up a flare by posting this link to a review of the Seattle pre-Broadway premier of Young Frankenstein. The Tynes clan seem to like it quite a bit. (There’s a [...]
22 August 2007
Fireball in the rough
I ran across this fine vehicle in my parking lot tonight. The photo quality isn’t great due to my hurry to get the hell home, but I thought some of you might enjoy seeing a classic hot rod. Share/Bookmark
19 August 2007
See it like a zombie
Yesterday I visited the City of Miami Cemetery for the third time with my friend Balou. It was godawfully hot, but at least that kept the undead in the ground where it is cooler. (Well, or in Aventura where they can go to the mall.) Here are some photos. Share/Bookmark
16 August 2007
Thirty years gone
When Elvis died my mother went into a pitch-black depression that lasted almost a week. She sat on the living room floor surrounded by his records, listening to Viva Las Vegas over and over and sobbing. It was the first time I’d ever seen someone so utterly devastated by the death of someone they’d never [...]
10 August 2007
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
There’s nothing like getting up this morning and discovering that during the night your host reverted your site without asking first. They e-mail to tell me there’s no FTP problem, and yet somehow (mysteriously) yesterday’s post about the fire is no longer there. [Edited to see if things are working properly.] Share/Bookmark
9 August 2007
Morning commute
When you wake up with a skull-popping headache you think the days is bad. I’m not sure if stopping to take some photos of a fire and having an explosion rain gravel down on you is an improvement or not. From a distance Keeping it cool More pictures later, as my site seems to be [...]
8 August 2007
Two-handed controller?
In the halcyon days of my youth I frequented a fine drinking establishment called “The Rendezvous Club.” Chief among its features was the bartender, who was the cousin of a friend, and who poured with a heavy hand. His accuracy in measurement was legendarily bad, to the point where if I stopped in for a [...]
7 August 2007
Spoon Joon Toon
Sadly, I’m sure it is far too expensive for me to buy one. Share/Bookmark
6 August 2007
Lines
I stepped out of my climate-controlled house and into the pre-dawn Miami soup. It is already over 80°F and the sun is barely up — just another torrid day in the subtropics. Colonel Hoppy got up from his terracotta pot, stretched in that completely self-absorbed fashion that only cats can execute properly, and ambled over [...]
5 August 2007
Sunday morning
Crumbling concrete structures casting long shadows across desolate streets, thick patches of purplish lichen adorning the still-standing walls. Faded, furtive figures cluster together away from the light of the too-bright sun, yellow eyes staring at me as I walk steadily south down the double-yellow lines on the cracked asphalt. I look east toward the place [...]
4 August 2007
Great “minds”
It seems that someone at Google is thinking along the same lines as me, as this is today’s iGoogle quote: The ‘Net is a waste of time, and that’s exactly what’s right about it. — William Gibson Hmm, that’s got potential. Share/Bookmark
3 August 2007
Eight years old forever
Sometimes you read something on-line and you shake you head and rub your eyes, because that can’t be what it looks like. But no, it is. Peanuts, by Charles Bukowski. If all you know of Peanuts is what you glanced over in the newspaper funnies, and all you know of Bukowski is that Mickey Roarke [...]
2 August 2007
Eat what you know
Tiffany posted an interesting essay on buying locally grown produce in the DC area. I know we have some farmer’s market options in this area, but I am self-aware enough to know I won’t go to that much trouble. Hell, I tend toward one meal a day as it is, mainly due to laziness. Still, [...]
1 August 2007
Purpose
So let us consider for a moment this thing we call the Internet. In your opinion, what is it for? The question isn’t really rhetorical, it is something about which I’ve been thinking for quite a while. When you consider other big infrastructures — the interstate highway system, the telephone network — they have a [...]