Historic Downtown Oneonta, as a title, hits a nerve. It perpetuates the same reacationary mentality you typically find in these small, dead towns, while managing to be the most pompous statement in the area. I do not need to point out that, while Oneonta may have had a history, any town has had a significant history, if it's around to-day. Need I point out Norwich, whose history touts a criminal organization and an aspirin factory, or a real city like Boston, whose countless events have throughout America's history impacted her for better or worse?
Suffice to say, I don't get mad when I hear Boston claiming to have a history; but it's weathered itself long enough to be able to boast such claims, while Oneonta, not so much (and Norwich is even more of a joke).
Like Sun Tzu said in his treatise on war, you cannot hope to win after you've already declared war, you must win before going. Maybe the Oneonta officials could be doing more to create and promote a functional Oneonta, one where oppressive taxes didn't destroy the industrial park.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Star-nosed Moles
"Star-nosed moles write beautifully about the arts."
This picture has strangely shown up in my folders, and is a peculiar one to say the least. Does anyone know the origin of this image, and who the writing is from?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Still not published, still not published, still not...
On writing this, I’m on the harbor, by Battery Park, and by the infinite light of the night. My apologies to those who have been patiently (or impatiently, as you so choose) waiting for another journal response for me to shew. It has been a quiet month, with too many whispers to write about at once.
I am in the bitter abyss of the Hudson, somewhere on the delta islands, and ultimately alone, though with the more esteemed of friends. They have given me shelter in the warm winds, the dirty winds. But is it that which has compelled me to stay in the desolate city? They are happy here, presumably for themselves, and with that connection I am not unfamiliar with, though presently without.
There have been many subjects of discussion floating about the river lately, on nostalgia, wontedness, loneliness, futurity and other things. Among the recesses of conversation, I stumbled on Solomon, and how he is the truest words in the Bible; and the sun is down now, just like he said, the sun will rise anew.
The sun is really the only thing to be jealous of, from that antiquated point of view, but ultimately, even the sun’s rises are in vain. And yet I struggle to get published, while Poetry magazine still shovels out shit by the bucketful. What a load of vanity.
And what's worse is that I know I'm better than 80% of the writers out there; but I appear not to put in the effort for it. This is the cost of being spoiled early on: it's a rough time of it to adjust at any age. At least a child has nothing to lose for wasting a few precious moments. Though maybe it's theirs to waste?
And thusly ends the night, with the mad siren carrying someone off.
I am in the bitter abyss of the Hudson, somewhere on the delta islands, and ultimately alone, though with the more esteemed of friends. They have given me shelter in the warm winds, the dirty winds. But is it that which has compelled me to stay in the desolate city? They are happy here, presumably for themselves, and with that connection I am not unfamiliar with, though presently without.
There have been many subjects of discussion floating about the river lately, on nostalgia, wontedness, loneliness, futurity and other things. Among the recesses of conversation, I stumbled on Solomon, and how he is the truest words in the Bible; and the sun is down now, just like he said, the sun will rise anew.
The sun is really the only thing to be jealous of, from that antiquated point of view, but ultimately, even the sun’s rises are in vain. And yet I struggle to get published, while Poetry magazine still shovels out shit by the bucketful. What a load of vanity.
And what's worse is that I know I'm better than 80% of the writers out there; but I appear not to put in the effort for it. This is the cost of being spoiled early on: it's a rough time of it to adjust at any age. At least a child has nothing to lose for wasting a few precious moments. Though maybe it's theirs to waste?
And thusly ends the night, with the mad siren carrying someone off.
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Catskill Eagle and the Owl
Oneonta's population makes up roughly one third the population of Otsego County, likely employing most of its Susquehanna Valley inhabitants, and more along the fringes of Delaware County. Since so much of Otsego County's population rests in Oneonta, I thought it adequate enough to use Otsego County statistics for the sake of this argument.
Unfortunately, like most of the nation, it seems Oneonta has been rather stagnant of late. Between 2000 and 2008, Oneonta grew by 0.5%, far lower than the 2.7% growth the whole state of New York has experienced. Paltry in either case, the spike between the two numbers is indicative of the lack of incentive to come to Oneonta.
I can imagine the population shift in Oneonta is mainly due to births vs. deaths. In short, it only looks like population growth because older people are living longer here.
I am not wholly opposed to the Oneonta World of Learning, and as far as I'm concerned, as long as it is privately funded, it flies with me. While I'm not sure of its funding status, the point is rather.. pointless, so to say. What's missing is the community's apathy toward our stagnant bubble of a world; even in a depressed state like New York, we could at least exist with the standards set by the census average!
I propose a lack of ambivalence toward the impending disaster that is Otsego, Oneonta, the sleeping folk north-west of the Catskills. Wake up, please; we need business models, industries that aren't taxed to death, and places for our work force to keep themselves happy, not museums these apathetic majority will scoff at while their children are barely kept fed with the hiking unemployment rates and social services benefits packages.
sources:
Census QuickFacts
Census FactFinder
addendum: I added in the sources, which I carelessly left out.
Unfortunately, like most of the nation, it seems Oneonta has been rather stagnant of late. Between 2000 and 2008, Oneonta grew by 0.5%, far lower than the 2.7% growth the whole state of New York has experienced. Paltry in either case, the spike between the two numbers is indicative of the lack of incentive to come to Oneonta.
I can imagine the population shift in Oneonta is mainly due to births vs. deaths. In short, it only looks like population growth because older people are living longer here.
I am not wholly opposed to the Oneonta World of Learning, and as far as I'm concerned, as long as it is privately funded, it flies with me. While I'm not sure of its funding status, the point is rather.. pointless, so to say. What's missing is the community's apathy toward our stagnant bubble of a world; even in a depressed state like New York, we could at least exist with the standards set by the census average!
I propose a lack of ambivalence toward the impending disaster that is Otsego, Oneonta, the sleeping folk north-west of the Catskills. Wake up, please; we need business models, industries that aren't taxed to death, and places for our work force to keep themselves happy, not museums these apathetic majority will scoff at while their children are barely kept fed with the hiking unemployment rates and social services benefits packages.
sources:
Census QuickFacts
Census FactFinder
addendum: I added in the sources, which I carelessly left out.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I Am Home; Where Are You, Dark Thoughts?
I told people I love America. That's such a lie; I do not, in fact, love America. What has really happened has been a love for the ideals, the fleeting respects of a country that could never really exist.
Where is the existentialist paradise? I do not require much; in fact, I request a country, a state, a plot of land where I am simply not protected from myself. That's what I want; a bare exposure to reality, to catch a glimpse of Cthulu, or some nameless inevitability we call death or kismet.
My God! I could really think you dead, that you could create a real world of suffering. And I know it to be true, that suffering exists. The spark of the glimpse of terror, the finger on the axis of reality, and then to have it yanked away: that is more torturous than any other pain I've thus far encountered. It is an all-encompassing throb from the neck to the pit of the stomach, a scorched line extending outward; a yearning for convalescence from this state of being where people do not follow the golden rule. I do not like being told what to do, or how to do it, on any level; I'm sure no one else does either.
Where is the existentialist paradise? I do not require much; in fact, I request a country, a state, a plot of land where I am simply not protected from myself. That's what I want; a bare exposure to reality, to catch a glimpse of Cthulu, or some nameless inevitability we call death or kismet.
My God! I could really think you dead, that you could create a real world of suffering. And I know it to be true, that suffering exists. The spark of the glimpse of terror, the finger on the axis of reality, and then to have it yanked away: that is more torturous than any other pain I've thus far encountered. It is an all-encompassing throb from the neck to the pit of the stomach, a scorched line extending outward; a yearning for convalescence from this state of being where people do not follow the golden rule. I do not like being told what to do, or how to do it, on any level; I'm sure no one else does either.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The Moon is Full Somewhere
The room is atrocious, yet again; I want to ignore it and just play games or sleep.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Smoke on the Water
This is primarily in response to the lack of energy in this blog about the cigarette ban proposition.
Unlike alcohol, whose effects clearly show even after fifteen minutes of consumption, and are clearly inhibitive and dangerous, tobacco is hardly at the same level of danger.
As doctors become better at diagnosing problems in the lung, we can find more subtle onsets of cancer, emphysema, etc. And within reason, these have been attributed to cigarette smoking. What then, about the folk who do not show negative signs of smoking? They are not necessarily uncommon, and there is likely a similarity between them.
My guess is that they keep their lungs healthy; eg: they use them. The appendix is now a nuisance because people stopped using it centuries ago, and can in fact be deadly to you. With the health of the nation in question, it's no wonder that cigarette smoke pools in the bottom of people's lungs. People also eat until their stomachs either stretch or burst, never bathe, drink themselves into stupors, eat horrible things, etc. etc. etc.
People also let themselves get addicted to things. That's their own fault, not everyone else's.
The idea of cigarette smoke killing you is the same as the statistical fallacies of radiation poisoning. It can and has killed people, though numbers from the Chernobyl incident are skewed if you look at the numbers. Those numbers, too, were suggested by scientists. So were the ridiculous graphs Al Gore hired scientists to skew.
The government is making money off this, and it's the only reason they want to "tax it out of existence". Big brother gives people the impression that nicotine is intensely difficult to break off from. What? That's an argument that targets right at the psychosomatics.
With a little bit of exercise, cigarette smoke should do relatively little, or no, damage on the lungs.
As an aside, smoking is a nice way to break down stress before an exam.
Unlike alcohol, whose effects clearly show even after fifteen minutes of consumption, and are clearly inhibitive and dangerous, tobacco is hardly at the same level of danger.
As doctors become better at diagnosing problems in the lung, we can find more subtle onsets of cancer, emphysema, etc. And within reason, these have been attributed to cigarette smoking. What then, about the folk who do not show negative signs of smoking? They are not necessarily uncommon, and there is likely a similarity between them.
My guess is that they keep their lungs healthy; eg: they use them. The appendix is now a nuisance because people stopped using it centuries ago, and can in fact be deadly to you. With the health of the nation in question, it's no wonder that cigarette smoke pools in the bottom of people's lungs. People also eat until their stomachs either stretch or burst, never bathe, drink themselves into stupors, eat horrible things, etc. etc. etc.
People also let themselves get addicted to things. That's their own fault, not everyone else's.
The idea of cigarette smoke killing you is the same as the statistical fallacies of radiation poisoning. It can and has killed people, though numbers from the Chernobyl incident are skewed if you look at the numbers. Those numbers, too, were suggested by scientists. So were the ridiculous graphs Al Gore hired scientists to skew.
The government is making money off this, and it's the only reason they want to "tax it out of existence". Big brother gives people the impression that nicotine is intensely difficult to break off from. What? That's an argument that targets right at the psychosomatics.
With a little bit of exercise, cigarette smoke should do relatively little, or no, damage on the lungs.
As an aside, smoking is a nice way to break down stress before an exam.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Sounds and Senses
I think I understand poetry now. It is not a marked impact on any particular object or instance; rather it's an impression on time and all time.
According to some existentialists, an infinitesmal instant happens forever. It may be an application of Zeno's paradox, or a suggestive fatalist idea on the circularity of the universal timeline. Regardless, a poem, maybe art in general, is an expected deviation from the destiny of things.
Or maybe poetry is only an empty art that tries to define itself? Who knows, but the beauty behind is the suggestion of a foundational medium that cannot be eliminated, unlike the other arts. In music, sound is deemed unnecessary. In visual arts, there are no rules as to what works.
Poetry needs words, even if they make no sense together. There can be no Jackson Pollock of the words.
According to some existentialists, an infinitesmal instant happens forever. It may be an application of Zeno's paradox, or a suggestive fatalist idea on the circularity of the universal timeline. Regardless, a poem, maybe art in general, is an expected deviation from the destiny of things.
Or maybe poetry is only an empty art that tries to define itself? Who knows, but the beauty behind is the suggestion of a foundational medium that cannot be eliminated, unlike the other arts. In music, sound is deemed unnecessary. In visual arts, there are no rules as to what works.
Poetry needs words, even if they make no sense together. There can be no Jackson Pollock of the words.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Breaking
I wonder who would wake up if for an hour the internet broke down, and our telecommunications ceased entirely.
The lilacs have been out, and right now, you are staring into the eldritch.
The lilacs have been out, and right now, you are staring into the eldritch.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Buzzwords
NYT had an article in the way back about how the FBI has a gigantic record with "1.1 million names and aliases" potentially linked to terrorism. Naturally, the ever-astute Times reported that these names were from outdated and poor methods of monitoring suspects. If we had brain-stemmed folk running the papers, this wouldn't be big news.
Of course that bothers me; I can casually tell someone that the FBI is watching me, and not be actively concerned about it. It takes a lot of perspective to really wrap your head around that sentiment.
And on top of it, the magnanimous NYT, along with everyone else, seems to go right along with it. How can we find people "...with genuine ties to terrorism"? What is a tie to terrorism, or, in fact, what the hell is terrorism? I say we arrest the police state we've been forced to grow up in.
If we're looking at principle here, the FBI should be an Ouroboros
Of course that bothers me; I can casually tell someone that the FBI is watching me, and not be actively concerned about it. It takes a lot of perspective to really wrap your head around that sentiment.
And on top of it, the magnanimous NYT, along with everyone else, seems to go right along with it. How can we find people "...with genuine ties to terrorism"? What is a tie to terrorism, or, in fact, what the hell is terrorism? I say we arrest the police state we've been forced to grow up in.
If we're looking at principle here, the FBI should be an Ouroboros
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Old Trees
I'm pretty sure there has been no word either way toward the demolition of a local park for, quite literally, a parking lot.
If you're not familiar with Oneonta politics, allow me to explain. There has been talk about a tremendous lack of parking space for people's vehicles in Oneonta. Of course, such isn't the case. You're looking at two small pictures of the top floor of the parking garage I took a while back. It was a peak time, and there were plenty of folk walking around, so apparently they've parked somewhere while barely touching this place.
Now that an historic building is being renovated, and in the process being turned into smaller stores and apartments, people are pre-emptively demanding even more parking space. What the hell, seriously.
I'd like to pose a few realistic solutions. Considering that thought toward the long run is essentially proven to be more effective in the long run, it would be sensible to create a space for commuting folk to leave their cars behind, then connect the rest of Oneonta and the surrounding area to an electric-run trolley system.
If every employed body in the city donated $100 to a project, we could come up with almost $2M. Realistically speaking though, a few large financial backers could run the trolleys through Oneonta, and turn an incredible profit in the long run.
Because America has lost the sense of enjoyment in day-to-day life, it's not surprising that there would be opposition to this idea. But Oneonta did have a trolley at a point, and in that time, Oneonta thrived.
If you're not familiar with Oneonta politics, allow me to explain. There has been talk about a tremendous lack of parking space for people's vehicles in Oneonta. Of course, such isn't the case. You're looking at two small pictures of the top floor of the parking garage I took a while back. It was a peak time, and there were plenty of folk walking around, so apparently they've parked somewhere while barely touching this place.
Now that an historic building is being renovated, and in the process being turned into smaller stores and apartments, people are pre-emptively demanding even more parking space. What the hell, seriously.
I'd like to pose a few realistic solutions. Considering that thought toward the long run is essentially proven to be more effective in the long run, it would be sensible to create a space for commuting folk to leave their cars behind, then connect the rest of Oneonta and the surrounding area to an electric-run trolley system.
If every employed body in the city donated $100 to a project, we could come up with almost $2M. Realistically speaking though, a few large financial backers could run the trolleys through Oneonta, and turn an incredible profit in the long run.
Because America has lost the sense of enjoyment in day-to-day life, it's not surprising that there would be opposition to this idea. But Oneonta did have a trolley at a point, and in that time, Oneonta thrived.
Occam
My gripe with "existentialists" is that they assume everyone else in the world feels exactly the way they do, or that existentialism is an incurable advancement, so to speak.
I just think people misunderstand Occam's Razor, that's all.
I just think people misunderstand Occam's Razor, that's all.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Weekend-Wide
An interesting idea came to me earlier. What if consciousness happens five seconds after the present? In other terms, something happens and we react to it, then five seconds later, we become aware of that moment as being the present.
We would not have control over ourselves, only a sense of volition through trying to make coherence out of involuntary strings of events.
Everything on the way to the capital seemed so stretched out. The highway system is ruining the countryside, and these "environmentalists" keep missing the target.
Why is everyone so concerned with the state of our planet, anyway? A large quadrant in the propaganda relies heavily on aesthetic value. So, if people care about the way things look, then why would the government want a say in Chrysler?
I don't get the "too big to fail" argument. I was brought up in a comfortable environment, in one which provided a level comparable to what would make the old kings envious. But doesn't all that seem pretty artificial, anyway? Where is Solomon's wisdom now?
We would not have control over ourselves, only a sense of volition through trying to make coherence out of involuntary strings of events.
Everything on the way to the capital seemed so stretched out. The highway system is ruining the countryside, and these "environmentalists" keep missing the target.
Why is everyone so concerned with the state of our planet, anyway? A large quadrant in the propaganda relies heavily on aesthetic value. So, if people care about the way things look, then why would the government want a say in Chrysler?
I don't get the "too big to fail" argument. I was brought up in a comfortable environment, in one which provided a level comparable to what would make the old kings envious. But doesn't all that seem pretty artificial, anyway? Where is Solomon's wisdom now?
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Pavlovian Conditioning
At least people are catching on. This website can show you if you have swine flu: http://doihaveswineflu.org.
There are three possibilities to obviously conclude from this website.
a: People are getting smarter
b: People are getting conditioned to this sort of thing
c: People are still idiots, and are following what basic newsgroups feed to them.
There are three possibilities to obviously conclude from this website.
a: People are getting smarter
b: People are getting conditioned to this sort of thing
c: People are still idiots, and are following what basic newsgroups feed to them.
LSAT and JD
If the LSAT is anything like the practice exams I've looked at so far, getting in to law school will be simple. I don't get how people can say it's difficult. Or maybe I'm missing something.
You should Twitter me.
You should Twitter me.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Re: FCC
The FCC has been given leeway to further censor free speech on the radio. Justice Scalia, according to the article, says "It was [reasonable] to determine that it made no sense to distinguish between literal and nonliteral uses of offensive words".
Why were no linguists involved in this decision? Words themselves, as one could ontologically argue, have no meaning, and are more accurately defined as sounds we've adopted to represent a series of emotions. If the FCC effectively "bans" words we use now, our language will evolve to create new emotive facilitators.
The big picture, Justices, is that you've given the architecture to the FCC to ban words at their own discretion. The bill of rights was created to protect dissenters and minorities in a nation ruled by democracy. This is a blatant breach of the 1st Amendment, and in time, you will lead our people to suffer.
Why were no linguists involved in this decision? Words themselves, as one could ontologically argue, have no meaning, and are more accurately defined as sounds we've adopted to represent a series of emotions. If the FCC effectively "bans" words we use now, our language will evolve to create new emotive facilitators.
The big picture, Justices, is that you've given the architecture to the FCC to ban words at their own discretion. The bill of rights was created to protect dissenters and minorities in a nation ruled by democracy. This is a blatant breach of the 1st Amendment, and in time, you will lead our people to suffer.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
This is ironically sweet in some way. I'd like to believe the UN will make an initiative to end stupidity, but like any good corporation, it needs to keep its own self-interest in mind. Slime mold is apparently more intelligent than the Facebook collective. In above study, the mold controlled a robot to move out of the light. My dear friend Robert and I were discussing the potential of creating vehicles for this slime to create servants for chores, or more.
In some distant way, I'm reminded of Flubber. Only this slime is yellow, and not quite as bouncy.
Also from New Scientist, and in more recent news, Japanese scientists created a chemical that moves of its own volition. The impacts of this discovery could create an AI system with no electronics.
In some distant way, I'm reminded of Flubber. Only this slime is yellow, and not quite as bouncy.
Also from New Scientist, and in more recent news, Japanese scientists created a chemical that moves of its own volition. The impacts of this discovery could create an AI system with no electronics.
Abligurition: Such is my Life
... and is also why I'm poor. But I feel the merriment that comes with food and drink to be quite worth my spendthrift tendencies. The heat makes want for a softer world, and if it means throwing my money to the wind, then have at it!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Winter Cometh to Stranger Lands
The Catskill winter wanes -- Soon enough, the whiners will spark up again to complain about the heat. It's bad enough I had to deal with them all winter long.
Non sequitur moment,
If you want to get noticed, do one or more of the following:
1. Invent something
2. Be outrageous
3. Use psychology
The first gives the greatest testament to your account. The second is most effective, but shortest lasting. The third is most powerful, but if you're caught, your social status drops significantly. So far, I've had the most success with the second.
On the bright side, I'm looking forward to a single next semester.
Non sequitur moment,
If you want to get noticed, do one or more of the following:
1. Invent something
2. Be outrageous
3. Use psychology
The first gives the greatest testament to your account. The second is most effective, but shortest lasting. The third is most powerful, but if you're caught, your social status drops significantly. So far, I've had the most success with the second.
On the bright side, I'm looking forward to a single next semester.
Monday, March 2, 2009
The Ego and the Id - The Second Empire
As the internet melts into its next permutation of "instant blogging", I am predicting that, unless places like Myspace update their mission statements and adapt to this new concept of dynamic internet, they will inevitably falter.
Let's put a contemporary perspective on this. America (I am limiting myself to the scope of America to be safe, but I'm sure this is happening elsewhere) has become more and more sensitized to the idea of Moore's Law, the idea that the number of transistors (and therein technological power) doubles every two years. This is an exponential increase in our tech world, but more importantly, this is a concept that, in my opinion, works in the mind of culture as well.
Lately, Twitter has been all the rage, and with the reason that Facebook was so popular when it first came out: Twitter took the best of the old, refined it, and broke away from the excesses of Myspace et al. From the projected direction these type of websites are taking, we are approaching what I called earlier as the "dynamic internet".
A perfect analogy comes to mind of the website being a synapse, which will have synapses around which will fire, and you will inevitably gain a tiny, vague glimpse at the entire internet at each page view. When we connect the internet to our minds, which will inevitably happen somewhere in the future, we could develop a complete and absolute proxy-hive mentality. The internet has laid down the architecture for it, and as we approach the crux of the second empire of the internet, and "Web 3.0" looms on the horizon, the possibilities and implications are both frightening and astounding.
Let's put a contemporary perspective on this. America (I am limiting myself to the scope of America to be safe, but I'm sure this is happening elsewhere) has become more and more sensitized to the idea of Moore's Law, the idea that the number of transistors (and therein technological power) doubles every two years. This is an exponential increase in our tech world, but more importantly, this is a concept that, in my opinion, works in the mind of culture as well.
Lately, Twitter has been all the rage, and with the reason that Facebook was so popular when it first came out: Twitter took the best of the old, refined it, and broke away from the excesses of Myspace et al. From the projected direction these type of websites are taking, we are approaching what I called earlier as the "dynamic internet".
A perfect analogy comes to mind of the website being a synapse, which will have synapses around which will fire, and you will inevitably gain a tiny, vague glimpse at the entire internet at each page view. When we connect the internet to our minds, which will inevitably happen somewhere in the future, we could develop a complete and absolute proxy-hive mentality. The internet has laid down the architecture for it, and as we approach the crux of the second empire of the internet, and "Web 3.0" looms on the horizon, the possibilities and implications are both frightening and astounding.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
A Medium
The question came up recently, through some channel or another, as to the sort of music I listen to. I think I might have laughed the question off, because I typically don't have all day to answer the question in full. In fact, on the computer I'm authoring this very blog, I have almost 300 hours of music. I have another computer with just as many unique tracks, and a plethora of CDs that have been buried in my quest for more music.
But I've been thinking about it, and I would like to condense what I listen to down a little bit, into what I've listened to regularly over the last month or so.
Voila:
AFI, Alizée, Arcade Fire, Ayumi Hamasaki, The Beatles, Black Moth Super Rainbow, Blaqk Audio, Blue Öyster Cult, Bright Eyes, Dinosaur Jr., Dir en Grey, Dire Straits, Fall Out Boy, Frank Zappa, Goo Goo Dolls, Green Day, Hellogoodbye, Imogen Heap, Jean Michel Jarre, John Frusciante, Liz Phair, Men At Work, Metallica, Modest Mouse, My Chemical Romance, Neutral Milk Hotel, Opeth, Peter Gabriel, Pink Floyd, Pixies, The Police, Polyphonic Spree, Rush, Sonic Youth, Stephen Malkmus, Tiger Army, Trivium
Si tu aimes ma musique, super!
But I've been thinking about it, and I would like to condense what I listen to down a little bit, into what I've listened to regularly over the last month or so.
Voila:
AFI, Alizée, Arcade Fire, Ayumi Hamasaki, The Beatles, Black Moth Super Rainbow, Blaqk Audio, Blue Öyster Cult, Bright Eyes, Dinosaur Jr., Dir en Grey, Dire Straits, Fall Out Boy, Frank Zappa, Goo Goo Dolls, Green Day, Hellogoodbye, Imogen Heap, Jean Michel Jarre, John Frusciante, Liz Phair, Men At Work, Metallica, Modest Mouse, My Chemical Romance, Neutral Milk Hotel, Opeth, Peter Gabriel, Pink Floyd, Pixies, The Police, Polyphonic Spree, Rush, Sonic Youth, Stephen Malkmus, Tiger Army, Trivium
Si tu aimes ma musique, super!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
For A While Now
I am now legitimately excited, because again, Mozilla has impressed me more than the sun. Not that it says anything positive about my preferences, but if you saunter on over to Flock.com, you can pick up on what I believe will be the next big browser. Flock is built to seamlessly integrate with many common applications used today, is already robust and powerful like its older sister, Firefox, and has dazzled me with an array of beautiful features that I swear have come to me periodically in my dreams. Web 2.0 never made more sense.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
My Unscheduled Hiatus
Apologies for my week-or-so-long break from the internet are in order. I have been taking the time to be with the people close to me as of late, and the internet has not been on the priority list (Sorry web 2.0, we can still do lunch some time). So let me fill you in on the details of my life.
As of now, I am almost complete with my poetry manuscript. I'll be sending it out by the end of the month, and will get my rejection letter another month later. In the off-chance I get published, I'll let you know what magazine to buy.
In other news, I have left my Ubuntu/XP setup behind for Windows 7 Beta and OpenSolaris. I haven't really checked out OpenSolaris yet; but Windows 7 looks like it will be a powerhouse of an OS. From my first impression, the Beta appears to already be more stable and lighter than Vista. My only gripe would be if they decided to bloat it out right before release.
Other than that, nothing new has been happening. I'll resume normal posting tomorrow. Same goes for Acoustic Outhouse.
As of now, I am almost complete with my poetry manuscript. I'll be sending it out by the end of the month, and will get my rejection letter another month later. In the off-chance I get published, I'll let you know what magazine to buy.
In other news, I have left my Ubuntu/XP setup behind for Windows 7 Beta and OpenSolaris. I haven't really checked out OpenSolaris yet; but Windows 7 looks like it will be a powerhouse of an OS. From my first impression, the Beta appears to already be more stable and lighter than Vista. My only gripe would be if they decided to bloat it out right before release.
Other than that, nothing new has been happening. I'll resume normal posting tomorrow. Same goes for Acoustic Outhouse.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Crosshatches
I enjoyed writing the music reviews greatly yesterday, so I went ahead and made a blog of its own. I'll be regularly updating that too, so don't miss out on some nice one-sentence reviews!
As for yesterday's post, I edited it out and put it in the new blog, to make things easier for everyone. The remnants of the post survive in their original state.
I picked up the pen again, only this time to try my hand at drawing. If I can get my hands on a scanner, I'll show you my abominations. If you're interested in starting up yourself, click on over to Home School Arts, a nice, free tutorial for whetting your drawing skills.
Also, my flickr account is now up for the public. Right now it only had photos from my old camera, but I'll scale some new pictures down soon enough. The link is on the right, in the ambiguously-placed links ("Mes Photos" for those not familiar with French. How ambiguous!)
As for yesterday's post, I edited it out and put it in the new blog, to make things easier for everyone. The remnants of the post survive in their original state.
I picked up the pen again, only this time to try my hand at drawing. If I can get my hands on a scanner, I'll show you my abominations. If you're interested in starting up yourself, click on over to Home School Arts, a nice, free tutorial for whetting your drawing skills.
Also, my flickr account is now up for the public. Right now it only had photos from my old camera, but I'll scale some new pictures down soon enough. The link is on the right, in the ambiguously-placed links ("Mes Photos" for those not familiar with French. How ambiguous!)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Musique Unique, Pt. 1
Music is not yet dead. Over the next few posts, I'll be presenting a unique blend of albums from the furthest reaches of the rock world. Today, six albums are featured.
In other news, I've linked to The Daily Cow, a terrific website from a friend of mine who speaks pragmatic truth about various things.
(Content edited away into The Acoustic Outhouse)
And that about does it for today.
In other news, I've linked to The Daily Cow, a terrific website from a friend of mine who speaks pragmatic truth about various things.
(Content edited away into The Acoustic Outhouse)
And that about does it for today.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Immovable Objects
Earlier today, I gave myself a near-hernia while lifting a desk out of my room. Now I have a sore back and 8 square feet of extra space, which is being occupied by a dresser. It's been too cold to play with my camera outside, so I've been indoors most of the week. (Juneau, Alaska was warmer yesterday than some southern states. I shudder at the beauty.) I got a flickr account, which I'll eventually get into using. I want to import my old photo albums onto it.
A few of friends and I have been getting together lately, playing video games and having a time. As of the Wii/PS3/XBOX360, I am two generations behind in the video gaming world. (And still broke? This is a travesty!) I had a Nintendo DS at a point, but I gave it up for some money which likely went to a week's supply of gyros and sushi.
Not to segue, but I am in love with torrenting. Again, I'm only about ten years late onto the scene, if it could be called a scene.
Anyway, I've been thinking about video games lately, since they made up the greater part of my childhood. I think, in the wisest words in the plethora of anonymous quotes in my notebooks, "television has changed a child from an irresistible force to an immovable object"
I am not so much worried about myself, but considering how greatly consumerism has driven people in the last decade, I think television (and subsequently, video games) is a big death trap. I'm reminded of a venus fly trap, which just sort of holds the fly in its jaw while its slowly digested. I'm more liable to believe the fly dies from old age before finally being fully digested. It would certainly explain how lethargic this generation seems; I can only worry for future children.
Suffice to say, I'm making a big deal out of cleaning my room. It's been years since I've clearly seen my floor. I might be moving soon, either way, but it's certainly nice knowing my carpet color again.
A few of friends and I have been getting together lately, playing video games and having a time. As of the Wii/PS3/XBOX360, I am two generations behind in the video gaming world. (And still broke? This is a travesty!) I had a Nintendo DS at a point, but I gave it up for some money which likely went to a week's supply of gyros and sushi.
Not to segue, but I am in love with torrenting. Again, I'm only about ten years late onto the scene, if it could be called a scene.
Anyway, I've been thinking about video games lately, since they made up the greater part of my childhood. I think, in the wisest words in the plethora of anonymous quotes in my notebooks, "television has changed a child from an irresistible force to an immovable object"
I am not so much worried about myself, but considering how greatly consumerism has driven people in the last decade, I think television (and subsequently, video games) is a big death trap. I'm reminded of a venus fly trap, which just sort of holds the fly in its jaw while its slowly digested. I'm more liable to believe the fly dies from old age before finally being fully digested. It would certainly explain how lethargic this generation seems; I can only worry for future children.
Suffice to say, I'm making a big deal out of cleaning my room. It's been years since I've clearly seen my floor. I might be moving soon, either way, but it's certainly nice knowing my carpet color again.
Blue Sphere
Plot device 1: XKCD's latest blag has been discussing google searches that return 0 results.
Plot device 2: Sonic Mega Collection. Friend's house. Too much time on Blue sphere.
I can't beat the last god-damned level, so I posted on XKCD in an effort to push traffic for beating the hell out of that game. I'm hoping for a film noir ending, or at least some vindictive justice on Blue Sphere.
Plot device 2: Sonic Mega Collection. Friend's house. Too much time on Blue sphere.
I can't beat the last god-damned level, so I posted on XKCD in an effort to push traffic for beating the hell out of that game. I'm hoping for a film noir ending, or at least some vindictive justice on Blue Sphere.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Life is a subset of Motion
As a matter of consequence, I now have full privilege to belatedly welcome you to 2009. So in that, I am full of complete and total enervation, and I'm still working off my lifelong hangover that I call dying my whole life.
I have dreams that are coming to naught, and hurray, it will always be that way. Web-based comic XKCD has it spot-on in its strip called "Dreams":
http://www.xkcd.com/137/
I think I'll post a permanent link to XKCD; I can't come up with any original ideas myself, I might as well give you something interesting at the very least.
I have dreams that are coming to naught, and hurray, it will always be that way. Web-based comic XKCD has it spot-on in its strip called "Dreams":
http://www.xkcd.com/137/
I think I'll post a permanent link to XKCD; I can't come up with any original ideas myself, I might as well give you something interesting at the very least.
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