I'm a lasagna boy!

Workers own the means of production

... but the production is mean: Bolsinga works for the man, the man capitalizes on his work, and Bolsinga has a sincere sense of satisfaction:

I'm responsible for that. I fixed ONE BUG that they said HAD TO BE FIXED, or they wouldn't buy those Macs. 1200*1500 = $1800000.

Let the beatings continue until morale improves!

Oh, the places you'll go

Through the online service World66, I created a map of places I've travelled (alas not many: two continents, North America and Europe, plus one trip to the Maghreb):

The map casts me as more worldly than I am: I haven't seen the Northwest Passage, nor Hawai'i; I haven't been to Perpipgnan, although I have passed through Monaco (by rail from Marseilles). While I've visited Barcelona on several occasions, I've never walked the streets of Sevilla.
Justin keeps a list of flags for each of the countries he has visited.

Maximize your browser window over at mile x mile: view Chicago's beautiful blocks, many of which I've ridden down. Many years ago, Mark Athitakis and I mused over an escape-from-the-ivory-tower journal of writings about Chicago. The first issue, now lost in the thicket not quite west of the Dan Ryan, might have contained an article on "What to Eat at Each El Stop", an essay on the long-dormant Jackson-Inglewood El line, and a history of 55th Street seen through the bifocals of the University of Chicago's planners and their collusion with Chicago's Urban Redevelopment Authority.

Subways of the world, unite and take over

Subways to scale, but not (yet) including BART.

I like being part of the crowd on MUNI in the mornings; seeing people stream on and off the trains invigorates me (and makes downtown San Francisco feel more vital).