This is what I sing to myself while biking to work.
Too much carbon monoxide for me to bear,
Too much carbon monoxide for me to bear,
Where’s the air?
Where’s the air?
Where’s the air?
Where’s the air?
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May 30, 2008
The sweat announcer
I’ve been riding my bike to work for weeks now. As the mornings have been getting progressively warmer so have I.
The office has an infrared alarm sensor at the front door which rings when people pass through. Usually the bell rings once for each person. When I first arrive however, dragging my bike with me, the bell often rings three or four times depending on how hot I am after my ride.
Thus, my officemates can tell how sweaty I am going to be just by counting the bells!
Tabloidism
Today the News and Observer put this story at the top of its front page. Its a story crowing about how mental hospital director Patsy Christian now won’t be able to hang a portrait of herself in the new Butner mental hospital thanks to an N&O story.
Of the legions of problems our state’s mental health system needing to be solved, this is what the N&O is most proud of? Getting a damn portrait removed? Is that how our fabled fourth branch of government is protecting our interests? Since when did the N&O become the paper equivalent of talk radio?
Is it any wonder that the newspaper business is in trouble?