from landon saunders' weekly email today:

"Respect is the ability to see a human being, not as a function, but as one who is engaged in a unique adventure that sets her apart from all the others."

cheers.

bigs

p.s. bueller? bueller?

see. pepsi is your friend.


Apple and Pepsi to Give Away 100 Million Free Songs

SAN FRANCISCO-October 16, 2003-Apple® and Pepsi-Cola North America today announced a historic promotion to legally give away 100 million free songs to Mac® and Windows PC users from Apple’s iTunes® Music Store. Beginning February 1, 100 million winning codes will be randomly seeded in 20 ounce and 1 liter bottles of Pepsi, Diet Pepsi and Sierra Mist, and the winning codes will be redeemable for a free song from the iTunes Music Store. Winners will simply go to Apple’s iTunes Music Store (www.iTunes.com), enter the code found under the bottle cap and choose any 99 cent song from the online store’s vast catalog of over 400,000 songs. The Pepsi iTunes promotion will kick-off with a Super Bowl ad on February 1, 2004, and will run until March 31, 2004.

“iTunes has revolutionized the way we buy music,” said Dawn Hudson, president of Pepsi-Cola North America. “iTunes provides music fans with a fast, reliable and easy way to get the music they want, when they want it. During the Pepsi iTunes promotion, they will be able to get more of their favorite music for free.”

“This historic promotion to legally give away 100 million free songs will go down in history as igniting the legal download market,” said Steve Jobs, Apple’s CEO. “Pepsi has marketed their products through music for generations, and this is going to be another one that is remembered for decades.”

foreshadowing.

i don't know how else to explain it. that i saw the weather on a network affiliate last nite.

i never watch the weather.

but there it was, punctuating my channel surfing. some smiley, kinda wacky weatherdude yakking away about a five-day forecast. i saw about 100 seconds of him. he was telling me that it's gonna be warm on sunday. specifically, if you've got a jacket on in the morning, it'll be gone by afternoon.

click. onto something else. (endless summer II.) and off to sleep.

the earth turns. the sun appears. and, what do you know. it's the usual sunday morning rush. abbreviated shower. quick bite. tick-tock. tick-tock. battling time, i stand in my closet, contemplating my church attire.

curious. i think of that weather guy. "NO JACKET," he said.

i grab a suit, in spite of his confident weather forecast. easy. no-brainer. efficient. i mean, aside from the careful consideration one must give the dress sock selection -- allowing for subtle nuances or the occasional holiday motif -- there's no time wasted trying to match a snappy ensemble. bada-bing. i'm dressed.

coffee in the travel mug. kids loaded in the car. one last thing to grab upstairs. and as i pivot to sprint up the stairs, my momentum is interuppted by a violent tug on my left side.

ccchhhhh-rrrrrrrrriiiiiiippppppppppp.

that's the sound of my jacket's left pocket caught on the corner of our stairwell. jacket status: ruined. mind you, this is the same jacket that the weather oracle told me i wouldn't need.

bummer.

gotta go. i've got some important decisions to make this week -- and the weather is coming on.

it's good to be back at the dexter lake club.

sorry for the no-posts. i had nothing.

it's saturday nite. mary's gone to baltimore for days. kids are asleep. the single parent thing cuts down on mobility. feels like i'm under house arrest.

au revoir to kris. here's to a few postings from far-flung, exotic destinations.

more to come.

bigs

what the...?

Haven't updated in a while - are you guys still out there?

Here I am in London, at Sabre's luxurious offices in Central Hounslow. Day of meetings and I am ready to get out and explore. Two days of leisure ahead: Libby and the kids are here so I imagine we will do all of the usual stuff: taunt the guards at Buckingham Palace, go see David Blaine hanging from a crane in a plastic box at the Tower Bridge...you know, the usual touristy stuff.

I love London. Love the buzz of the tube station at 7:30 on a workday. Love the civility of it all.

In the process of reading C.S. Lewis Mere Christianity for the first time. Wow. What an amazing mind. The simplicity and lucidity of his thoughts on why God had to become man and die to redeem us actually brought me to tears.

More to post later...Cheers for now.

F A T M O U S E

I love FatMouse...

truth is stranger than fiction.
here's the skinny on surviving nugent.

He’s had the “Cat Scratch Fever,” cured it with a little “Wango Tango,” then retreated to his own personal frontier haven deep in the Michigan woods. He lives off the land and hunts its big game to nourish his own family. Now, seven unsuspecting souls have accepted an invitation to enter and survive his all-terrain universe for cash and prizes.

Surviving Nugent is a two-hour reality-based event that challenges not only the intestinal fortitude of the seven contestants, but also the image of the outspoken rock legend that many people believe is the real Nugent. The magic seven include a vegan, a gay man, a New Yorker who’s not afraid to do a little kissing up, a saucy sex kitten who’s not ashamed to use all her assets to get ahead, and a Michigan native who is sure smelling sweet will bring him success.

Fifty thousand dollars and tempting prizes lay at the end of the rainbow, but before they reach that pot of gold they must get past the “Motor City Madman.” If the seven contestants pass his muster, they stay and move onto the next challenge. If they don’t, the arrow head snaps and they are sent packing.

There are no rules in Ted’s game. No rhyme or reason to his madness. Each contestant must simply survive Ted Nugent.

The contestants are:
Tila – A model

Darren – A DJ

Jack – A talent manager

Sarah – A campaign coordinator

Kara – A Jersey Girl

Joe – A student

Adam - A student

Help, my company is shrinking.