Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Beachfront culture

I had a big post on Monday about the aggressively Nissan-sponsored AVP (Association of Volleyball Professionals, I think) open this past weekend here in Santa Barbara. But I lost it somehow.

Anyway, I put up a pile of pictures from the thing. Not included were some body part shots that were nearly unavoidable, considering the exhibitionistic imperatives of spectating at the sport. Just being a little bit discreet here.

Best overheard conversation:

Why don't the women players have false boobs?

Because they'd explode when they dove for balls.

Made sense to me.

The series includes sobering bonus pix of the "Arlington West" war memorial that stands every Sunday from sunrise to sunset on the beach near the wharf.

Puncture lines

Dr. Weinberger's report on a visit to the accupuncurist comes complete with a joke for Jay Leno. He apologizes, but let's remember that the good Doctor used to write jokes for Woody. For seven years.

For several months I wrote jokes for Pat Patterson, who sent me to Jackie Vernon, who finished dying not long after I didn't write for him.

Reducing by zero the vast remaining sum of sinners

This Reuters piece calls Cluetrain "a 2000 book that many see as the bible of online marketing."

Bonus links: Gluetrain, Hughtrain.

Thanks to Bruce for the pointer.