So, while I’ve been doing tidying up, much of it fruitless, I came to the issue of the buttons looking like crap in IE. I don’t have the patience to fix it now. It’s not that it’s difficult, just time consuming. And, it’s avoiding the real issue–Internet Explorer is a tool of the devil and probably causes cancer. Stop using it. I hate being a software supremacist, but make my life easy, won’t you?
I also cleaned up and reorganized the blogroll. Added a few new ones including Leopolis who points out Taco Bell’s political power in Ukraine. If things are in the wrong place or don’t work or something should be added, let me know.
If you’re still reading and have been dying for a gmail address, let me know. They’re letting people like me give out tons of them.
And for no particular reason, Daft Punk is playing at my house.
P.S. Tom Bissell’s a very cool guy. Buy his new book. A review will be forthcoming.
Also, planning is underway. Kyrgyzstan has been added to the route. I’m again pissed I cannot be part of the Mongol Rally. Someday…
From one of last year’s journals:
200km down the line things start looking bad for team relian: their exhaust falls off and fills their cockpit with exhaust and petrol fumes, I’m not mechanically minded but I’m pretty sure you don’t really want that to happen. In truth I’m still trying to work out how you can bolt anything hot and metal to a plastic car, I suppose you can’t. We pull up at a nearby ‘Shashlik’ shack for repairs and sleep. 7am the next morning Mark heads off to find a mechanic. It seems the silly pink car attracts the wrong type of attention as he gets pulled over by the police for the tenth time in two days. This time they take offence to him not having registered at a hotel the previous night and fine him £50. Of course this was absolute shite but I suppose the sight of a pink car with three wheels probably made the copper realise how little he knew about the world. I think this combined with mild asphyxiation proved to be the end of the team with the plastic pig. We too decided we’d had enough of Russia’s unique style of hospitality and agreed to make for Kazakhstan PDQ.
