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[Sep. 24th, 2008|10:54 pm] |
I wish I could draw. I'd be the happiest person alive if I could draw.
Well, maybe not that far. But it would be nice. I'd like to make a comic.
A web comic to be exact.
Of course, not being able to draw hasn't stopped millions of others. . .
ha! See how funny I could be?
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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|11:57 pm] |
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Please define for me "Main Stream Media". It's been driving me fucking nuts |
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[Jul. 11th, 2008|05:20 pm] |
One of the alluring things about evolution is the time. It cannot be seen--by the time it has affected us, it is done. You and evolution have already crossed paths; evolution is already done with you. The only only time you will meet again is in those brief and secondary seconds of climax when you create more life.
Which again meets evolution only for a second and then moves on again.
The only counter to this is when we think about the traits that we as humans have that are not inherently passed down within our genes but rather through our social interactions. The traits we pass on from generation to generation--our "family values". The things which keep people and families together or break them apart.
Which assumes that these things are taught and not just inherently within ourselves from the beginning. But who is to say that's true? Are butterflies taught by their parents to migrate thousands of miles from the top of our continent to the bottom? Are birds taught to lay their eggs in a nest and protect them? Are they together still because of things passed on through generations?
Similarly, do we learn our social sets from the people around us or are they set within us already? What does the son of a man who left his family do? Does he do the same thing, and if so, why? Because he saw it done or because there is an evolutionary trend built within himself to do so? We can make cases evolutionarily for most human traits--we can build up reasons upon reasons about the way the people act and for what reasons, all of which will fit neatly in a basic and broad vision of evolution.
But as said at first, we will see none of it. And it never sees us passed the first, brief contact when the genes first meet and greet. |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|08:37 pm] |
Summer is upon me. Finally. It's here. The days are long--as long as they're going to get--and the year is over.
Fantastic.
But my friends, I need a new thing to do in my time, something I haven't gotten to do in a while. And with that, it is now upon you.
I need a few things to begin with:
1) A message noting your interest in receiving a CD
2) A theme or phrase or idea or type of music you would like for that CD
More will be important after that, like an address to send said CD. But the first two will get me going. |
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[Jun. 5th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
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we all have a calling. Where's mine...and where's yours? |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2008|10:04 pm] |
I'm working my way through the x-files. I've made it up to the end of the fourth season so far.
My question is--when does the movie come into things? is it at the end? Do i need to watch at any specific part?
Don't let me down, livejournal (looking specifically in your direction slytherin). |
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[May. 5th, 2008|06:38 pm] |
According to the wonderful and interesting table over at the interactive periodic table, The universe (when in elemental form, to be sure) is 75% hydrogen. 23% Helium. 1% Oxygen.
The rest is the remaining one percent. That's all there is. The simplicity of that.
All of those Atoms with one electron and one little proton just going round and round, forever running with themselves. Size wise, the electron just far enough away that though it is influenced by the proton, it never would really get to see it. Always spinning there, alone but controlled.
No man may be an island, but that ain't how the universe seems to think of things. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2008|08:30 pm] |
“Statistics are like a bikini. What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital.”
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genius.
How are all my peeps. WHUT! |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2008|09:04 pm] |
What is it that people need to say so intently that they put it at the end of every post that they have? There you are on a message board, trying to follow a thread. It might even just be between two people. And as they're writing, they have that signature at the end.
Usually with some type of picture. Often with a quote of a song lyric. Almost never something they've written.
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"I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, that the dreams where I am dying are the best I've ever had"
Alright. You're angst ridden. I get it. But you're having a conversation with someone else. You don't need a one liner every time.
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Q: What has two legs, two arms and walks around? A: A human.
Ok, that's a bad example because I can't think right now, but the people who have jokes in their signatures often have terrible jokes, so I guess it's not that bad. And the worst thing is, it might make you smile the first time, but not the seventeenth. It's like talking to a four year old who just learned a joke and says it over and over again. That's another thing I can't stand. Four year olds who tell the same joke over and over again. Or think for knock knock jokes you can just put any two things in there:
Knock, Knock
Whose there?
Apple.
Apple Who?
Orange.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
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You do not amuse me.
Really? Everything that you write you need to follow with a signature that says I don't amuse you? Then why are you here in the first place. This goes along with all the others: "I dislike all people" and "Why am I even here?"
I don't know.
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420 RULEZ!
Too many things make me angry here and I don't think I need to go into any of them. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2008|09:25 pm] |
I've decided that Excel is the place to keep the music stats. I've decided that writing for half an hour is an important thing. I've decided that this teaching this is okay except for when it's not. I've decided that deciding is better than not deciding.
My brain freezes at about this point when I make a decision--I've chosen to go down a specific path--but now that I've picked, why should I keep working? The path will figure itself out and then I won't have to.
Awesome.
I want to make myself famous. I just don't want to do anything to have that become the truth.
I want to win the lottery.
I want to be middle of the road.
I also don't really want or need anything.
I want to write and not sound like I'm a teenager.
That's it. Exactly. |
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[Apr. 20th, 2008|04:37 pm] |
Over thanksgiving, I brought up my magic cards. i'm not sure if it's a good idea or not--the deal that i have is i really like it as a distraction. in fact, it one of the better, more interesting distractions that a person can have as long as you already have a steady relationship and aren't afraid of what would happen. hell, video games are one of those things that are becoming accepted, and though this might never, it's pretty close.
Other: Oh my god you're playing magic.
Me: Yes but
Other: There is no but.
Me: Think of it as me playing guitar hero.
Other: But I like that. That's not fair.
Me: Yes it is. I'm just thinking more than when I play guitar hero.
Other: But not as may people like magic.
Me: True. But a lot of people like American Idol.
The issue is that the only people I can play with are my students. And as appealing as showing up on a Friday night to a room full of teenagers is. . .
If I lived in New York City, this would not be an issue.
There's a release thing in two weeks with a new set. It makes me happy and I'm really looking at going. Except for the fact that, you know, it's like my girlfriend's birthday and shit. Which goes back to previous conversation, which messes everything up. But it would be the great diving back in place! YAY!
Fuck. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2008|11:05 pm] |
found on the internet today:
I PRESENT YOU WITH A GRAND CHALLENGE
These are all valid English words, with something in common. Tell me what it is, and win A PRIZE!@3
ATHEISTICALLY
COAUTHORSHIPS
DEFORESTATIONS
OBLITERATIONS
PREPOSSESSIONS
yes that's right i steal. but it's pretty sweet. more than anything, posting it here so i don't forget the words. |
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[Apr. 19th, 2008|10:09 pm] |
I'm enjoying the last sweet bitter day of spring break, which feels like summer but isn't. Doing three things with my time:
1) Lurking the horrible sites on the internet that take your time and give you nothing back in return. You know which ones they are--and what's more, you sit there hitting refresh over and over and over and you think "my god, i only have to F5 one more time and then, all of a sudden, I'll be done. I will be able to goto sleep and be happy because there will be nothing new or interesting to look at" And it refreshes and there is still stuff there for you to look at.
see: Boing Boing
see: Digg
see: 4chan random *not safe for work. or anything for that matter.*
2) Trying to give all my music a rating from one to five stars. As of this post there are:
5 star- 76
4 star- 280
3 star- 187
2 star- 116
1 star- 24
I look at those numbers and wonder a little bit if perhaps my ratings are skewed. It seems like I have too much in the higher range. But the music itself has already been self selected--I am less likely to keep songs on my itunes that are 1 star. Also, I tend to be kind, it is true. Half of the songs on the 1 star list are all from Moby's Album '18'. I just can't give anything else a rating that low.
I wonder if a tens tar rating system would be more beneficial to this type of analysis. I imagine the peak being at 7 stares, and a fairly low curve from three to si9x. The question--would two get much usage? The answer is probably--and it all goes back to Moby.
Once this project is done, I should be able to with relative accuracy determine the positives and negatives of albums as a whole.
Not like I haven't been trying to do that for like seventeen fucking years.
Also--albums with skit track will tend to test lower. I need to be able to take that into account.
3) Trying to enjoy the relative happiness of the evening. Take it and roll with it. Take it and roll. I want to be able to write again. I miss it. But I've got nothing on it. So I'm going to try again. The only thing I can do is that.
Yay for that. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2008|03:33 pm] |
Monday:
Student: Is all of this information going to be on the final?
Me: Yes.
Student: All of it.
Me. Yes. But you get a whole sheet of paper to write down everything you want. In fact, here are eleven things you will need to know how to do and how many questions are on the final for each thing.
Student: Oh. OK
Tuesday:
Student: I don't know how to do this.
Me: Did you do the problems in the packet?
Student: I tried but I didn't know how to do them.
Me: Let me see your work. I bet it's something small.
Student: I told you, I don't know how to do it.
Me: Right. Let's look at what you do have so we can figure out what's wrong.
Student: I don't have any work done.
Me: ...
Student: I mean, I looked at the problem, and since I didn't think I could do it, why would I write anything down.
Me: ... Fine. Here, let's look at the first one. The variable is x ...
Student: Oh, I can do that one. It's easy.
Me: You just said you can't do that one.
Student: Not at home alone. But when you make me write down the first line it's really easy.
Wednesday:
Me: Make sure you filled out your sheet of notes for the final.
Student: Oh yeah. Halfway done with it.
Me: Good.
Student: Is there anything else that I need to put on it?
Me: What about those six other things I told you would be on the final but aren't yet on your page? And the examples I gave?
Student: Oh, that's going to be on the final?
Thursday:
Me: Here's the final.
Student: But I don't have my sheet of notes. Can you make a copy of someone else's for me?
Me: ... ... no. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2007|09:55 pm] |
When the four of us arrived at the golf course we were not well recieved. As we pulled in they eyed the car. They eyed us as we pulled the clubs out of the car. Well, as Smith pulled his clubs out of the car; the rest of us, we didn't have our own clubs. It was only the third itme I'd ever golfed in my life, and really, I had no right being at a place as swanky as this place was. Grover Cliffs. The highlight of the golfing world, at least around here.
It was worse for Davis though. They wouldn't even let him in the club house. They said it was because of his shoes, but it had to have been because he was black. I mean, I was wearing the same shoes, but they said that mine had more tread. Davis, he had this dejected look on his face and it was clear he thought about complaining, but then he didn't. It was almost as if he knew, no matter what, he was going to lose that fight. Which is a shame, because he's the best golfer of us all.
We didn't really know how Smith had gotten the invite to Grover Cliffs, and perhaps it was a little sad that one of the three had gone to someone who could be there for all of ten minutes. They offered to let Davis circle around on the mile long driveway in a golf cart while we finished, but he politely declined. They instead gave him a ride up to the highway where he hitched his way home.
They gave Sarah a rough time as well. I mean, there was this one rotund woman who came out and looked her up and down; Sarah who looked like she belonged there more than Smith or I. I had managed to find this one Izod shirt int eh back of my closet that I bought way back when in college from some thrift store, and so I was reasonably clad, give or take the hole underneath the armpit that no one could really see. Smith had the full regalia, but he has this stooped over look that makes him look out of place no matter where he is. Some people look good wiht that three day scraggle ont heir face; he just looked like a homeless man who had killed osmeone with good clothes.
But Sarah had the sporty black pony tail pulled back and the classic woman golf look with a polo and revealing skirt that looks like it's not meant to be but really is. This rotund woman, like I said, she came out and gave Sarah the evil eye. The perm this woman had--my god, you wouldn't believe me if I tried to describe it, so I'll leave it at that. I never even got her name--I just figured that The Perm was the best possible name for her.
"Oh dear," said The Perm. "Oh, dearie me, I'm so sorry,d ear, but you're just going to have to change that top you have on."
"What are you talking about?" said Sarah.
The Perm did that 'tisk, tisk' thing that people become able to make their own only after theage of fifty. "You see, dear, you aren't allowed ot wear that top here."
"What's worng with the top?"
"Well." The Perm paused and pointed to me. "Clearly, he's wearing an Izod shirt. The alligator dear, the alligator." She pointed to Smith. "And he's obviously well attired..."
"Thanks," said Smith.
The Perm smiled. "Of course. But, you, dear. You. though it looks like it should be acceptable, it's clear you bought that at...Target." She spat the word out of her mouth as if it were a poisonous pit.
Sarah looked as if she were going to blow a fuse. Instead she just took off the top.
"Is that better?"
The Perm fainted. Security came. There was going to be a brawl. But we had a tee time to keep.
All in all, it wasn't too bad a day of golfing. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2007|11:16 pm] |
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I like to be in charge of the people who are allowed to like me. |
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[Sep. 25th, 2007|09:41 pm] |
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And so I feel as if, perhaps, listening to hip-hop is perhaps like as if I were in the south, in the thrties, listening to jazz. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2007|09:46 pm] |
We've got two in the works. Both are going to be fun for fun's sake. And me making them fun for all ya'll is only a secondary piece of it all.
Thanks for the suggestions. Everything will be up on a different site--I think it's time for me to make that plunge. Any good ideas for hosting? I need a place where I can set my own stylesheets and whatnot, so I'm not sure how a blog spot would work--I want browable pages. Like a real website.
If nothing else, I need more practice making websites. |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2007|12:19 pm] |
New website idea:
"I try things and tell you if I like them"
Works like this: each week, I try some things suggested by people who e-mail me suggestions. I then post whether or not I liked them in a writing style that is better than most people's, thus making the whole thing worth while.
I'd really like to try this idea, it is now summer and I have little else to do, and so, my fellow awesome friends, I am willing to let you be in on the ground floor. In order for this to work, I need suggestions of things to try. They can be vauge or very specific. Obvoiusly if you respond with "autoerotic asphyxiation" I probably won't put that at the top of the list as I currently don't have a spotter or a good rafter for that matter.
Please help a man in need! |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2007|05:39 pm] |
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Is the genius of being clever sometimes that you're so clever that no one else even gets it and you get to think to yourself wow I'm fucking clever? Because I don't think that's as fun as it might be. |
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