flying blind

Saw a story yesterday about my ISP launching a new ad campaign, based in part on their new software that blocks pop-up ads. Yeah, it's called Mozilla, look into it.

So, naturally, they're having DNS issues again today, and I can't actually see anything. Good thing I have my IP address memorized.

I am not a geek, by the way. In case you were wondering.

This means there are not quotes for the following links, which I'd added to my bookmark(lets) for future use. Perhaps some will be added later. Or not. Sunrise in about an hour and a half, half-hour walk to the river, you do the math.

Debra Pickett interviews Ira Glass, host of This American Life and all-around nice guy. He makes pledge drives fun. How many people can you say that about? Mention is made of his visit to Israel and the planned show about it, which already aired by the time this print interview appeared. Which makes no sense, if you think about it. . .

Found on Me-Phi-Me again, as a secondary link to a story, there's poet/author who's name I've forgotten (Update: Wanda Coleman) talking about a Bob Marley interview, smokin' weed, hair issues in the black community (with Bo Derek name-checked), esp. as they relate to employment within Corporate America, body image/weight as it relates to class and race (as black folk move up the class hierarchy, the eating disorders show up. Or men have to start pretending women with eating disorders are attractive. Or something. I can't see the article right now, remember?), and much, much more.

And I was going to post some Deni Bonet lyrics to prove that I ain't no feminist, although I'm not certain how this logic would have worked.

I will charitably assume this is because I'm half-awake now, not that I was utterly insane at the time the notion came to me.

And apparently, MT uses the URI internally instead of the IP address for posting. So this is going up through a dial-up connection, which doesn't have DNS issues -- I think their tech support is in India, and I don't want to bother the kids in the middle of the night. Or whatever time it is there.

Still no quotes, because I am too much of a snob to use this slow-ass connection to do such things.

Blah.