The Editor (in typically sour mood)
This photo was taken around two o'clock in the morning, during those carefree days of the early 90s. Then as now, the editor was a snappy, stylish dresser--that much is obvious. His tastes are impeccable. Knowing that, wouldn't you love to see a list of his favorite clothiers, his favorite movies, his favorite CDs, his favorite--
Okay. You don't give a shit--and you shouldn't! But scroll down a little for an obligatory list of his preferred Web sites.
First, though...far more interesting than the editor's mug is the angelic face of Marshall Scott, his new son:
Marshall was born on April 11, 1995, at 5:06 pm mountain time. The editor is turning into one of those irksome "proud papa" types, who at the drop of a hat will whip out a snapshot of his progeny. So if you see him coming...you've been warned!
Now check out some links:
The Classical Guitar Home Page is a Web site devoted to---well, it's obvious, innit? This is a personal favorite of the editor's.
Gordon's Place is a site given over to the Barenaked Ladies. No--there ain't no naughty photographs here. BNL is a Canadian pop band. If you visit Gordon's Place, be sure to check out Une Soir en Denver Avec BNL (under "BNL Concert Stories"), the editor's stirring contribution to the site, which describes the band's performance in Denver in Feb 95. Everybody sing along: If I had a million dollars...
Orbit Cyberzine is the online version of Orbit Magazine, a totally wacky weekly from Detroit--"the first extinct American city," according to Romanian writer Andrei Codrescu. If you visit Orbit, be sure to check out Chris Kassel's restaurant reviews. Like the editor, you may be too far away to visit the bistro in question, but the Swiss phee-nom's writing is a real pleasure to read.
HTML Editor You can download a semi-WYSIWYG HTML editor here. This tool makes it a hell of a lot easier to create html documents. There's one for the Macintosh, that much we know. What about PC's? UNIX? We can't remember.
The Beavis and Butt-head Home Page Talk about the sublime to the ridiculous! This page is as stupid as the TV show, which is one of the editor's guilty pleasures.
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