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Say hello to macaque

31 May

Main Entry: ma·caque
Pronunciation: m&-'kak, -'käk
Function: noun
: any of numerous short-tailed Old World monkeys of the genus Macaca

and related genera chiefly of southern Asia and the East Indies; especially : RHESUS MONKEY
Main Entry: rhesus monkey
Function: noun
: a pale brown Indian monkey of the genus Macaca (M. mulatta) often kept in zoos and used in medical research

**Special thanks to Dictionary.com**

Artist: Squirrel Nut Zippers Lyrics

Song: Trou Macacq Lyrics

This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track

This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track

Not what I heard or saw on TV,

But what I witnessed entirely

Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track

Once upon a time we thought we were free

And had control over destiny

We saw ourselves a competent band

Able to reason, prosper and plan

But we had a chamber up in the moon

Circumstance made us change our tune

When the veil was torn from our face

We became the monkeys riding the race

MONKEY!

You think you got the stuff it takes to break away!

Boy you’ll be on the track every day

Talent, vigor,drive

You’ll eat peanut butter the rest of your life

And these last things you can arrange

Find other people equally strange

Stuff yourselves in the van and ride the pine box derby to the finish line

I said: Chris P. rides on a serious plan

He’s going to finish as fast as he can

The Escalator takes it personally

And does not drive professionally

Charming Enchantress and Bones can run

Even if the winshield wipers are on

I the Broadcaster avoid police

But the Bat was led into custody

**Special thanks to stlyrics.com**

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My other brain

30 May

So I checked my other brain (google.com) to see if there was any good information out there on Memorial Day. And, of course, there was. But, to me. Memorial Day gives me the exact same feeling I get on Veteran’s Day. I was thinking about this and realized, they have a lot in common. In fact, you could really call memorial day “Dead Veteran’s Day” and call Veteran’s Day “Lucky-not-to-be-Dead Veteran’s Day” And I know that’s an exaggeration for a large number of veterans out there. But somehow, even being a veteran myself, I never really appreciated the relationship between the two holidays. It seems odd that I could have missed it.

My thoughts today, in general, do not so much focus on those that died defending our freedom which is what the holiday sort of intends. Instead, I find myself thinking about the people fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan right now. In the military, it seems that you are either bored or scared. Wars are political, so it doesn’t matter what I think of the war today. Today my thoughts are with everyone fighting over there on both sides and my hope is that today can be a very, very boring day and nothing at all happens.

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telephones and enlightenment

27 May

Seems to me, the world has all these layers. So, different people see, and live on this layer or that layer. Empathy is the ability to move to the layer where someone else is and see the world they see. Now there’s enough in common between all the layers that we can all agree that when we see a phone that it’s a phone. But I think that’s about where the commonality ends.

And that’s all fine with physical, tangible things. But then there’s the idea of understanding something. Understanding something is very difficult because there are so many variables that make up that understanding. In truth, everything you’ve ever experienced and every thought you’ve ever had; basically, everything that’s you from the physical to the spiritual, is applied to this thing you are trying to understand. Then all the things that apply, or may be useful in helping you understand are weighted. By this I mean that if you’re skeptic and Christian, you may give more credibility to the version of understanding that Christianity suggests and your skepticism is diminished accordingly.

Now back to the phone for a minute. If you can look at a phone, or any object and appreciate that it traverses these layers and that it has potentially different qualities at every level then you have a very good understanding of a phone. But it’s a phone. That’s all. It’s finite with potential. Easy right? Let’s imagine we did our phone understanding exercise in 1970. You’ve got a bulky, rotary phone with a thickish wire plugged into the back that connects it to the wall. It’s heavy and if you pick it up and shake it you could manually make the bell inside ring very softly. When you spoke to someone they sounded like they were in a can somewhere – they sounded far away.

So there are different styles of phone. Different colors and such. Older models still around. Pay phones. The point is, this isn’t what I’m talking about when I talk about imagining a phone on all these layers of potential experience. The best way I can think of to explain what I’m talking about is to suggest that one or more of those layers contain a time shift. So to really understand what a phone is in 1970 means you have to at least consider the web enabled, text messaging, cellular phone I carry around with me every day right now.

Every single thing you see, hear and experience every day of your whole life has that same level of complexity. We generally see them as the finite versions in the layer we’ve chosen to live in and never give much thought that there’s anything more. And for a phone this seems perfectly reasonable because, well, because it’s a fucking phone and it doesn’t matter.

So why did I just waste your time and mine by writing this? Because we make the same mistakes in the way we view each other. We imagine our friends, lovers, parents, siblings as these finite things and never give much thought that there’s anything more. And though people change and we account for that over years as they, and we, get older, it’s a very slow process that allows us to still see them with our single layer way. We’re selling them short and we’re robbing ourselves of the opportunity to really connect with someone. We rob ourselves of the ability to experience the world through someone else’s eyes.

Seems to me, the world has all these layers. So, different people see, and live on this layer or that layer. Empathy is the ability to move to the layer where someone else is and see the world they see. Now there’s enough in common between all the layers that we can all agree that when we see a phone that it’s a phone. But I think that’s about where the commonality ends.

And that’s all fine with physical, tangible things. But then there’s the idea of understanding something. Understanding something is very difficult because there are so many variables that make up that understanding. In truth, everything you’ve ever experienced and every thought you’ve ever had; basically, everything that’s you from the physical to the spiritual, is applied to this thing you are trying to understand. Then all the things that apply, or may be useful in helping you understand are weighted. By this I mean that if you’re skeptic and Christian, you may give more credibility to the version of understanding that Christianity suggests and your skepticism is diminished accordingly.

Now back to the phone for a minute. If you can look at a phone, or any object and appreciate that it traverses these layers and that it has potentially different qualities at every level then you have a very good understanding of a phone. But it’s a phone. That’s all. It’s finite with potential. Easy right? Let’s imagine we did our phone understanding exercise in 1970. You’ve got a bulky, rotary phone with a thickish wire plugged into the back that connects it to the wall. It’s heavy and if you pick it up and shake it you could manually make the bell inside ring very softly. When you spoke to someone they sounded like they were in a can somewhere – they sounded far away.

So there are different styles of phone. Different colors and such. Older models still around. Pay phones. The point is, this isn’t what I’m talking about when I talk about imagining a phone on all these layers of potential experience. The best way I can think of to explain what I’m talking about is to suggest that one or more of those layers contain a time shift. So to really understand what a phone is in 1970 means you have to at least consider the web enabled, text messaging, cellular phone I carry around with me every day right now.

Every single thing you see, hear and experience every day of your whole life has that same level of complexity. We generally see them as the finite versions in the layer we’ve chosen to live in and never give much thought that there’s anything more. And for a phone this seems perfectly reasonable because, well, because it’s a fucking phone and it doesn’t matter.

So why did I just waste your time and mine by writing this? Because we make the same mistakes in the way we view each other. We imagine our friends, lovers, parents, siblings as these finite things and never give much thought that there’s anything more. And though people change and we account for that over years as they, and we, get older, it’s a very slow process that allows us to still see them with our single layer way. We’re selling them short and we’re robbing ourselves of the opportunity to really connect with someone. We rob ourselves of the ability to experience the world through someone else’s eyes.

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What the hell does it all mean??

26 May

I had a dream last night that has haunted me all day. I was standing in the middle of a frozen lake dressed in the clothes I’d worn to work that day. Snow was falling and snow was blowing around on the ice. The ice was sparkling and blue the sky was grey and cloudy. I wasn’t cold at all. I started thinking about work and there was this loud thunderclap and I could feel the vibrations coming up through my feet as a thin jagged crack appeared right under me. I glanced down at it but I wasn’t the least bit concerned. So for no reason at all I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and turned my face to the snow. I let my mind go blank and it was so quiet. Such calm, it was an amazing feeling. It was like time slowed down but the only way I knew was because the rate the snowflakes hit my face slowed down. I stood there like that in my dream for what seemed like hours.

Then I opened my eyes and everything was exactly the same. I looked down and the crack was gone. I wondered if it had really been there at all. Again, I started thinking. I ran through a quick list of shit that has to be done at work and was trying to decide how to get it all done in a reasonable amount of time and I started to get cold. I hadn’t been cold before, so this was weird and very noticeable. I decided I’d have to work some extra if I wanted to get everything done and BAM!! a crack appeared right under my feet and again I glanced at it but I didn’t care because it doesn’t mean there’s any less work to do.

Then I thought about how I have to work on the car and the books I meant to read. The unfinished book from March that I was writing. My tanked relationship with my girlfriend and how every relationship I’d ever had tanked for one reason or another. And termites in the apartment and the roaches and my family….

This goes on for some time and the whole while there are these loud thunderclaps and crack after crack appearing under my feet but my mind won’t stop the train of thought it’s on long enough for me to understand what was happening and do something about it. And it’s getting colder and colder. I kneel down into a ball trying to stay warm and my mind keeps spinning with all these thoughts and memories and all the shit I should do and shouldn’t have done. More thunderclaps; more cracks.

Water is seeping up from under the ice and I can feel it on my knees and the thunder has given me a headache so I’m covering my ears with my hands to keep the noise out. My eyes are squinting tight and watering from the cold wind. The thoughts are moving too fast and too close together and starts to sound like a steady tone and the thunder continues almost a constant hum now. The water on my knees and is a couple of inches deep now.

Then a single thought came through all the noise and pain: ‘I can’t stay here’. Suddenly I wasn’t cold and there was no noise. No thoughts. No wind. Just the snow falling and the water on my knees. I open my eyes, take a deep breath and let it out. The ice gives way in slow motion and I drop into the water. As this happens I can see myself as an observer; watching myself drop into the water.

As the observer in the dream I felt so sorry for myself because I can see that the me in the dream doesn’t seem to understand what is happening and looks so tired and unhealthy. There’s no look of panic or attempt to escape; just, well, resignation. Then I was gone beneath the ice.

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The tearing of flesh

24 May

Slashdot is reporting that researchers have located the part of the brain that understands sarcasm. I, for one, find that absolutely fascinating.

uh hu.

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Zen and the art of computer maintenance

23 May

I helped a friend with a computer problem this past weekend. It only took a couple of hours and was actually kind of fun – I’m funny that way. Anywho, I get the impression that my friend feels a little indebted to me and possibly a little uncomfortable about the whole thing. Well, that really wasn’t my intention. My intention was just to do something nice for someone who had a need I could fulfill. So I was thinking about this as another friend of mine was helping me move the HDTV he was giving me into my apartment. He’s giving it to me because he got a new one and didn’t want to bother trying to sell it. It is big and very heavy. But in no small way, it was also just a genuine, kind thing to do on his part. So I find myself thinking that things have a way or working out if you at least try to do the right thing every now and then. Make no mistake, I’ve never felt I’m an inherently good person, but I do try to do as many good things as bad. Don’t want to be too good ya know! The tricky thing is that you can’t do something nice if you anticipate getting something for it. There’s more than one Socratic thought in this same vein and I wouldn’t want people to think I read so we’ll leave it at this: Life is hard sometimes and friends make it a little less hard – sometimes you help a friend and sometimes a friend helps you. That’s how it’s supposed to be.

So to my one friend: thanks for the tv. And to my other friend: you’re welcome.

I think that ought to do it.

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Geek-ass!!!

21 May

Hey, ya geek, why don’t you stop blathering on about your stupid iPod, make yourself useful, and tell me how to steal music off the internet!! I always hear people talking about it in the news and shit- I want some-a-that for my damn self!

Geek!

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iPod Mini

21 May

So, I was off work yesterday and had to run some errands. While I was out I picked up an iPod Mini at Worst Buy. Well, hey, I was in the area. At any rate, this thing rules! For around $200 I got the 4 Gig (here’s what a Gig is for those of you hip on math.) one and that’s more than enough room. The first thing I put on it was an audio book by Richard Feynman called ‘SurelyYou’re Joking, Mr Feynman’ that I’ve been meaning to listen to for some time. After that I threw about 200 songs on it. So its all on there ready to go wherever I go. The whole thing just gives me a nice warm geeky feeling.

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Faygo

20 May

Sooooo, I’ve always had a healthy respect for clowns. And I’m a fan of Insane Clown Posse – not because of the music, but because they’re hilarious. And I believe that if there’s a place for pornography, then the internet is as good a place as any. But it never occurred to me to put all these things together. I mean, it isn’t a natural combo like chocolate and peanut butter. But lurking around mIRC today, I stumble upon clowngirls.com. I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I had to check it out. It was, uh, odd.

Just when I think I’ve come to terms with the sheer volume of freaky shit on the internet – there’s always one more site.

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Fazed

19 May

The geeks over at Fazed have posted one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a very long time. You have to watch the whole thing and appreciate the fact that some people take video games wwaaayyy too seriously. It’s a modest introduction to my new hero: Leeroy Jenkins.

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