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Thursday, November 30, 2000
I think, in order to resurrect her flagging career, Alicia Silverstone should do a Star Trek movie. It will be the tale of a neglected Star Fleet admiral's daughter who, in an attempt to win attention from her absent father, fakes her own assimilation by the Borg. I call it "Excess Borgage."
Tuesday, January 22, 2002
This guy Paul Snively (unfortunate name; currently psinvely AT earthlink.net) said something interesting on a message board (link) that I liked. I figured I would give credit. He said: "I don't know what to say about this. It frustrates me, but I end up feeling like giving that frustration full expression seems elitist." The context doesn't really matter. It's just a good way of articulating that vague feeling I've often had when stuff just doesn't measure up.
Sunday, January 26, 2003
upsideclown short story about (among other things) future computing: the same old subroutine. I especially liked this part: A sense of direction has never been my strong point. I've got a spare pipe in my pocket, so I give another shout and this time clip the pipe to my ear. When the ironmongers shout back their Over Here's!, instead of remembering which way each was, the pipe reroutes the information to my shoes. The databoot feature activates, and I now I merely need head in what feels like the general downhill direction. That is such an excellent interface idea. Sunday, April 13, 2003
I just returned from Colorado Springs. My job sent me to this conference on "community networking." i.e., non-profits, municipalities, and other non-corporate institutions looking to use the Internet and technology to improve their services and offer new ones. It was more of a meet-n-greet type of thing than a "do stuff" thing. I got to stretch my schmoozing muscles. I was by far the youngest and least-qualified person there, probably because I was a sub for my "boss." The conference was at the Garden of the Gods Club (not a hotel). It was pretty swank. My suite was bigger than my apartment. Hell, the bathroom was almost bigger than my apartment (not really). The back balcony faced the Garden of the Gods (a rock formation) and then Pike's Peak beyond. I'll upload pictures shortly. The club was one of those exclusive ones that always makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. Conservative money. I have a visceral (anagram of "claviers") reaction to places like that. Eh. I got window seats on both flights back. Colorado is very brown right now. There are dry streambeds all over the place. Most of them were invisible, but it was quite clear where they were because of the threads of trees snaking across an otherwise barren landscape. As the terrain changed, there were more and more canyons carved out by these rather small streams. The brown landscape was broken up by these rugged canyons which were filled with trees. It was very fractal. On the DFW-Austin flight, I managed to figure out where we were relatively early. I think I identified I-35, then Waco. I picked out Round Rock, 620, Mopac, 183, Braker, 360, and 290 as they appeared. It was cool. Airplanes are optimal places for LANs. What they need to do is mount 9 cameras on the bottom of the plane, looking forward, backward, left, right, and in between, which would be served via streaming media on the LAN. Airplanes would make a good testbed for a resilient network model that would be smarter about security threats (like business travelers carrying Code Red on their laptops). Then there's the coolness factor of playing Doom III against a friend, or streaming a DVD so you both could watch. Yes. Gigabit ethernet on airplanes. Genius, I tell you.
¶ 523 Posted at 08.04 PM ⇒ No Comments ( ideas | me | genius | (un)employment ) Monday, December 05, 2005
We got tubular skylights installed in our living room last week. They bring in a lot of light, but it has a distinctly blue tint. We knew we would want to paint the living after we got the skylights in, but the blueness of the light certainly emphasized its importance. Saturday evening, I stopped by the local Home Depot to look at some paint samples. I went in shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals, as the temperatures that day were in the 80s (just so you know why I live in Texas). I grabbed swatches of orangey yellows and headed back out. As I neared my car, I saw a sight that filled me with joy at the power of human ingenuity: Home Depot had covered the dividers in the parking lot with plastic strips advertising their credit card. I don't know what brilliant person thought of that one, but they have my admiration.
¶ 1188 Posted at 05.15 PM ⇒ No Comments ( genius | austin | house ) Monday, September 11, 2006
I don't know art, but I know what I like. Even so, I challenge you to say these lovely works of A4 paper are not art. I have seen few things as creative. I especially like Dead Bird, Distant Wish, Looking Back, Snowballs, Traces in Snow, and The Impossible Meeting.
Monday, July 23, 2007
A true classic...
Man, Michael Jackson could have been huge. Bigger than Elvis and the Beatles put together. Am I the only one who thinks that Zombie Michael Jackson is less scary-looking than modern Michael Jackson? Also, enjoy the obligatory Bollywood ripoff:
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