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Welcome to my Web site. My name is Chris, and I’ll be your host. I live in Austin, Texas, with my partner, Ray, and our child dog, Mocha. You can read more about me, learn 100 random things about me, and if you’re wondering what the heck a khowaga is, click here. Feel free to browse, read, and leave comments!

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New Year’s Revolutions

Thursday, December 31st, 2009

Impulsive New Year’s decision: I am going to attempt to do a 365 photo project in 2010.

The basic idea is that you take (and, ideally, post) one photo every day for a year. I already know there will be a couple of days of delayed posting, but I’m gonna give this a shot. Just warning everyone now, there’s probably going to be a lot of photos of me, Ray, the dog, and whatever I’m cooking for dinner.

This official announcement is supposed to be incentive for me to actually follow through…we’ll see how long I make it!

Anyway, if you’re crazy enough to want to follow along, my 365 project has its own subdomain: 365.khowaga.us.  Or you can susbscribe to the RSS feed which, in an effort to be considerate, is separate from the blog feed.

So, wish me luck!  And Happy New Year, everyone!

OK, seriously…

Monday, December 7th, 2009

Khowaga is having a bit of a rough Monday morning.

I woke up from a bizarre dream in which I was in the company of Lisbeth Salander (the anti-hero and “girl” referred to in the titles of Steig Larsson’s best-selling novels The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and The Girl Who Played with Fire (and next year’s The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest)) being pursued around Stockholm (a city I’ve never been to) by the police.  And, yes, and one point we did go to IKEA.

On my way out of the house this morning, I grabbed oatmeal and a couple of things that I needed for work, among them a Tide pen (I had to throw out a Brooks Brothers shirt over the weekend because I finally had to admit that a stain acquired at work was just never going to come out).  And I’ve managed to misplace both.

It’s frustrating, because I have pretty clear memories of putting the oatmeal in my jacket pocket, but it wasn’t there when I got out of the car–nor did it appear to still be in the car.  As for the Tide pen–God knows.  I put everything down on the antique card catalog file outside my desk (which bears absolutely no resemblance to the collection that may or may not be on the reading room shelves).  When I went back, it was gone.  I checked the drawer in my desk where I intended to put it and it’s not there.  What did I do with it?  Beats the crap out of me.

Am I starting to wonder if there’s a connection between the shell-shocked heroine I dreamt about last night and my newfound forgetfulness?  Yeah, just a little.

On another note.

Picture 1My silly post liveblogging the “blizzard” on Friday earned a lot of hits, thanks to the newfound power of the Twitter.  I went from my usual 50 or so readers each day to over 600.  Nice for me!  Sadly, my attempts to popularize my Egypt theme for Windows 7 were not as successful, and there was scant interest in my crop of habanero peppers, so I am back to my handful of dedicated, loyal readers who hopefully aren’t there just because they haven’t gotten around to clearing their newsreaders of the feeds they don’t actually look at in a while.

Last but not least in this Monday morning roundup of things before I set my sites on worthier (and more work-related goals): Ray and I watched Brüno on Saturday.  While it was cringe-inducing, as I had suspected that it would be, a good number of the cringes came from people other than Sasha Baron Cohen (and I’m not talking about the obvious ones).  There’s an extended scene of Brüno attempting to cast a baby photoshoot, and the parents of the babies who are auditioning are just freaking insane.

“Your child will be in an SS uniform, holding a wheelbarrow containing bodies in front of an oven,” Brüno tells one mother.
“Great!” she says.
“How do you feel about that?”
“I’m happy she got the part,” the proud mommy says.

If The Daily Show hasn’t picked that up as its moment of Zen … it ought to.

And on that note … happy Monday, everyone!

Jesus is watching you pee

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

Ray and I have been watching Supernatural of late (it’s surprisingly good, and I don’t just mean because the entire cast is drop-dead gorgeous).  In one recent episode, the angel Castiel announces that he is going to look for God (literally — the apocalypse is afloat and … just watch the show), to which Dean, the caustic and self-loathing brother, retorts, “Try New Mexico.  I understand that He’s appearing on a tortilla.”

“No,” says the somber and humorless angel.  “He does not appear on flatbreads.”

But He does appear in the bathroom at IKEA Glasgow.

turin_1504820fYes, boys and girls, it does seem that the fake wooden veneer on the door to the men’s at the Swedish home furnishing / meatball / smoked salmon outlet in Glasgow has somehow spouted the visage of what some are interpreting as Our Lord and Savior.  Or possibly Gandalf.  IKEA themselves are trying to claim that the image is that of ABBA mogul Benny Andersson.

I am intrigued by this.

Now, were the image Gandalf, I could understand why it appeared on the door to the gents.  After all, Ian McKellen, for all of his blustery swagger, does seem like he might enjoy the opportunity to hang out inconspicuously and watch young fashionable Glaswegian men urinate.

Benny Andersson is just a weak suggestion to try to prevent a shrine from being set up in IKEA — after all, the young Christian faithful might not pay for those Högbø cåndles that they set up in votive offering (to say nothing of what might happen to the flames if one of the previously mentioned fashionable young Glaswegian gents needed to use the bathroom to pass, say, an Act of Parliament).

But what on earth would Jesus be doing in the men’s room? Passing judgement over those who linger too long in front of the cøndøm dispenser?  Preventing anonymous gay sex in the stalls?  (If Larry Craig ever goes to Scotland, he’d better keep a damper on any cravings for lingonberry soda.  I’m just saying.)

My guess is that it’s actually a wood nymph.  Some mythical Scandinavian creature caught forever by a fortunate sawmill cut. Either that or someone down at the veneer factory is laughing their ass off right now … it’s a pretty good joke, actually.  Wish I’d thought of it.

In fact, I think there might be some tortillas in the fridge at work …

All over but the voting

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

I’ve remarked to a couple of people this morning that I am actually feeling nauseous with anxiety over the outcome of today’s presidential election.

I was kind of this was the last time around, in 2004, when I was wholeheartedly in agreement with the oft-run photo of the British tabloid asking “How could [exact number of people who voted for Bush] be so stupid?” The idea of another four years of Bush was too hard to take, and–while I was one of the record number of people looking at the immigration Web sites for various other English speaking countries–what got me through it was knowing that there were only four years left.

Well, the four years are up. Back in the day, I thought to myself that John McCain would be a Republican president that I could live with, and maybe, to some extent, he still is. I definitely can’t live with her, however. No matter how silly Tina Fey’s dead-on portrayal on SNL is, what alarms me about her is that she’s opened the way up for every religious right nutjob and neoconservative policy wonk to declare McCain/Palin as “their” candidates.

I’ve had enough of the neocons. They’re after my job, you see, and I’d like them to go away.

The other thing that really has turned me off is the way that the Republicans have exploited the blatant xenophobia that’s been cultivated under eight years of Bush. All it takes is whispers in the hallway that Obama is Muslim to turn voters off of him.

So what? Muslims gave us algebra, the numbers we use, the ability to navigate across oceans. Muslim doctors provided Europe with medical textbooks that were still used in the 19th century. And they accepted the heliocentric view of the solar system long before the Europeans, and no one lost their head over it.

And, no, I haven’t forgotten 9/11. I just seem to be able to remember that 1,999,999,950 Muslims were NOT involved with the 9/11 plot as opposed to the 50 or so who were. One of those numbers is larger than the other. Kids, can you tell which one?

Oh, and let’s don’t even get started on the bit where politically Muslims and Evangelical Christians vote in a block on every major issue. Muslims are pro-life, in favor of the definition of marriage as between a man and a woman, pro-faith based initiatives, and would vote in favor of school prayer as long as provisions were made for non-Christian children to pray on their own. Heck, if the Dems were smart, they would have encouraged people to think Obama was Muslim and encouraged Evangelicals to think that this meant he was their candidate.

The other thing that I find ironic, by the way, is that the whispers about Obama being Muslim are completely incompatible with the other whispers in the hallway that his Christian preacher is a black supremacist — you can’t have it both ways, folks!

I was a bit stunned this morning when I read that there have been legal challenges filed against Obama’s eligibility to run based on rumors that he wasn’t born in the US.

Allow me to go on record: I don’t think Obama is perfect. Far from it. He’s a bit young. He’s a bit inexperienced. But if we’ve learned anything from the Bush administration, it’s that the president’s experience doesn’t matter if he surrounds himself with people that know what they’re doing, and Obama has definitely done that.

What does McCain have? Karl Rove and a woman who thinks dinosaurs ran around with cave men.

It’ll all be over soon. But I’m on pins and needles. C’mon, America. Prove we’re better than that. For once. Please.

A Little Light Reading?

Friday, January 25th, 2008

I was out of the office yesterday, and didn’t start my computer at home, either (a very rare thing for me to do).

When I booted up my computer this morning, I got this intriguing bit of information:

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Yes, in the menu bar, my newsfeed indicator is, in fact telling me that I have -2,147,483,616+ unread feeds. Better get myself another cup of coffee before I start on those! :grin:

(For the record, the actual number was closer to 30.)

Happy Friday!!

 

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