I wear contacts. And when I go to see a 3D movie, I get the polarized glasses just like everyone else. However, I would like for my optimologist to prescribe me polarized contacts.
If you had polarized contacts, you could interact with the world in a completely different way. Every 2D surface could be brought to greater depth. Advertising would be the thing most noticable. This is a very achieveable future. Let’s make it happen, huh?
James Cameron, I’m looking at you to take point on this one.
Loving this song. Give it a listen. Lyrics provided because they are awesome.
Yeah, when I was only seventeen
I could hear the angels whispering
So I drove into the woods
And wandered aimlessly about
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog
It turned out to be the howling of a dog
Or a wolf, to be exact
The sound sent shivers down my back
But I was drawn into the pack and before long
They allowed me to join in and sing their song
So from the cliffs and highest hills
Yeah, we would gladly get our fill
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong
For my flesh had turned to fur
Yeah, and my thoughts they surely were
Turned to instinct and obedience to God
You can wear your fur
Like a river on fire
But you’d better be sure
If you’re making God a liar
I’m a rattlesnake, babe,
I’m like fuel on fire
So if you’re gonna get made
Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned
On the day that I turned 23
I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree
When suddenly a girl
Her skin the color of a pearl
She wandered aimlessly, but she didn’t seem to see
She was listening for the angels just like me
So I stood and looked about
I brushed the leaves off of my snout
And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees
You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees
So I took her by the arm
We settled down upon a farm
And raised our children up as gently as you please
And now my fur has turned to skin
And I’ve been quickly ushered in
To a world that, I confess, I do not know
But I still dream of running careless through the snow
Through the howling winds that blow
Across the ancient distant flow
To fill our bodies up like water till we know
You can wear your fur
Like a river on fire
But you’d better be sure
If you’re making God a liar
I’m a rattlesnake, babe,
I’m like fuel on fire
So if you’re gonna get made
Don’t be afraid of what you’ve learned
Been tweeting a lot so I just added my feed in here, so if my posts seem quick and dirty — they are.
The two issues that I am most encountering on Twitter are that I want to enter contests, without spamming my friends/followers, and that I have dirty tweets that I’m not tweeting because I don’t want all my followers that are “Professional” to associate that sort of deviancy with me, per se.
And that’s the rub: Gotta make a second twitter account to post all the terrible and awesome stuff. Also to filter spam out of my regular feed.
Also: share user name and password with friends for plausable deniability.
Sunset in Brooklyn following storm. (Taken from school roof on the last day of school.)
Been listening to this one for a couple days. As the referring site says, it’s pretty much amazing.
It’s not often that I find solace in an article. I surely didn’t find it here. Only company.
Via Josh.
One: I’m at the Pizza Hut. || The Other: I’m at the Taco Bell. || Both (Together): I’m at that combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell.
Really? This thing? Yup. It is a retarded song. I use that word both for it’s cultivation of idiacy and it’s Digital-Underground-Style beats.
via Pitchfork
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