posted on 29.07.09 Followers

Dear cult member, You can see that I’ve provided you with two new ways to stalk me: LaLa and FourSquare. Just click the links on the right. (RSSers, you’ll need to come visit the site for a moment)

I love both of these sites, but I don’t much know anyone there yet. So I’m just playing in the sandboxes alone. So come and join me, it’s awesome in here!

posted on 29.07.09 Why isn’t the future here yet?

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.

posted on 29.07.09 Furr by Blitzen Trapper

Loving this song. Give it a listen.  Lyrics provided because they are awesome.

Furr - Blitzen Trapper

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

(lyrics from songmeanings.com)

posted on 24.07.09 Twitter

Been tweeting a lot so I just added my feed in here, so if my posts seem quick and dirty — they are.

posted on 11.07.09 #TwitterPseudonym

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.

posted on 11.07.09 Power Tools
  • Frank: I think if we use this. <demonstrates>
  • Me: No way, this one will be just like: <demonstrates>
  • Frank: Yeah!
  • <Bees!>
Sunset in Brooklyn following storm. (Taken from school roof on the last day of school.) posted on 26.06.09

Sunset in Brooklyn following storm. (Taken from school roof on the last day of school.)

posted on 22.06.09 More on the Quarter Life Crisis
  • me: Professor Responsibility says "Pay off debts before making new ones"
  • Josh: Professor Responsibility is wise. If not a pain in the ass.
  • me: Yeah, I try not to listen to him, but sometimes he's REALLY LOUD
  • Josh: He sounds like some sort of DAD.
  • me: He is. It's me as a dad. Maybe that's what the Quarter Life Crisis is about. Being your own dad and rebelling against yourself.
  • Josh: You could be right. I think it's about having had too many expectations that we'd all be rock stars and movie gods by the time we were 24. EN-TITLE-MENT.
  • me: But I think it's really more about our pre-24 identities striving for rockstarness through inverse actions of our parents. Then once we become the rent payers, breadwinners, trying to rebel against ourselves, which is in effect rebelling against the rebel. It all becomes feedback and we're left confused with our ears ringing.
  • Josh: You've left me with nothing clever to say in response. I think you're right.

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