I'll open webpages and leave them laying around in tabs with the intent of reading them later. As things to be done later tend to do they pile up so I'll have 20 webpages stacked on top of each other at times. One of the webpages apparently features an ad with a cricket chirping. Every 5 seconds, non-stop. I left it running overnight. It's been going for hours now. The Japanese believe crickets are good luck. Or it could be the Chinese, I can't remember. Maybe both. Um, but anyway.... The beeping sound is making me lose my concentration.
Still chirping. Chirping, chirping, chirping...
Apples, cashews, figs, and strawberries are examples of false fruits. Who knew?
Also, bananas, cucumbers, watermelons, and avocados are false berries while on the other hand tomatoes, persimmons, eggplant, and chili peppers are true berries.
I was doing some last minute surfing before going to sleep and I stumbled across a story about a movie reviewer being sued for giving a movie a bad review. The movie, Forget About It, stars Burt Reynolds and the plot synopsis on IMDB goes thusly:
Sounds like a wild, wacky story, right? It pales in comparison to the story of the making of the movie. It turns out the actor, Michael Paloma, who played the mobster (um, I think, haven't rented it yet) also raised the money to finance the making of the movie. I guess he was researching the part because he raised the money through good old fashioned stock fraud and manipluation just like the mob: a pump-n-dump spam scam. Then to top it off, according to Stephen Eckelberry, the President of Production at Big Screen Entertainment, he then stole the funds meant to pay for the post production of the film. You got to give the guy a little credit: he really immerses himself a part.
Now this is all very interesting and I start googling to find out more details. Mr. Paloma will be sentenced next month. Okay, so I keep poking around. What about the other people involved in making the movie? Are they victims or fraudsters too? This is where things get really weird. I look up the writer of the movie, Julia Davis, on IMDB. Her bio says she is from the Ukraine, is a rocket scientist, is fluent in at least 4 languages, is an accomplished classical pianist, has experience "dealing with all aspects of [film] production, film finance, post production, distribution, government clearances, transportation, visas, military and civilian agencies", has been a stunt double for Angelina Jolie, won "a top model spot in the Fashion Magazine Top Model", then became an Inspector with the Department of Homeland Security, and also "also successfully completed series of tests to become a Naval Intelligence Officer". Oh yes, she "loves to read, designs her own clothes, cares for her family who has since immigrated, continues to develop and write screenplays and is currently working on her first novel."
My instincts tell me I am treading into "I am Elmer J Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht" territory. But it gets even weirder:
The REALLY weird part is, after I kept reading, I don't think she is crazy. If you can believe what you read on the internet. This is so bizarre I am tempted to go fishing around court documents to make sure I'm not crazy for even thinking she isn't crazy.
Here we are only hours into the new year and I've already learned something new. The tubas you see played by marching bands aren't tubas. They are Sousaphones. I guess it is a sort of tuba, but different. They are descended from the Hélicon which, ironically, doesn't seem to be a sort of tuba.
She's pretty good and I think she is playing "Miserlou" in the first minute or so which caused me to find the following video...
Taimane gives Miserlou an interesting spin on the ukulele. Here's another imperfect Miserlou performance but has a nice energy. And finally, here is a silly version of the song...
A plain looking cellphone salesman named Paul Potts with a dream to be a great opera singer goes on a talent search reality show. You might expect embarrassment and hilarity to ensue, but you'd be wrong...
Wow.
I stumbled across this video of people dancing in public. It's interesting how it seems to threaten authority figures like ushers and security guards and assistant managers. I guess they feel threatened by anything they don't understand — which is pretty much everything.
This is the other video that captured my attention. Apparently it was supposed to be a duet, but his singing partner died before the performance so it became a solo. I find it an amazingly touching performance.
A few months ago in my management accounting class we had a group project to start a (hypothetical) business. I had suggested a premium chocolate business. I figured with people dieting they might opt for higher quality if they had to cut back on quanity. I also figured people tended to use price as a heuristic for judging quality — it's expensive so it's got to be good stuff — so our business could get away with a huge markup. We were going to control the provess from begnning to end. Top notch. No corners cut. But then we decided the whole thing was getting too complicated so we decided to make a cigars for rich guys instead.
Apparently two former accountants had a similar idea, except they avoided all the complications by, um, cutting corners. But they got the pricing right: they charge up to $2,080 per pound. The problem is when you charge that much chocolate fanatics get curious. It is a long but fascinating read. It's like Sherlock Holmes, but with yummy chocolate. As an added bonus for the patient reader there are links at the end to find out how to get your $2,080 pound of chocolate for like $20. The downside is after reading it you'll crave the taste of chocolate and wander off to find a Hershey bar, which is where I'm going now.
Okay, I said I wasn't going to post anymore YouTube videos but, as they say, a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds so here's another vid:
"You meet lots of interesting people on the train. Color them all gray."

...of himself...
...everyday...
...for 6 years.
The music, which is beautiful and haunting, is by a lovely woman named Carly Comando, who is not Philip Glass.
On April 10, at Langley Air Force Base, an F-22 pilot, Capt. Brad Spears, was locked inside the cockpit of his [361 million dollar] aircraft for five hours. No one in the U.S. Air Force or from Lockheed Martin could figure out how to open the aircraft's canopy. At about 1:15 pm, chainsaw-wielding firefighters from the 1st Fighter Wing finally extracted Spears after they cut through the F-22's three-quarter inch-thick polycarbonate canopy.
Total damage to the airplane, according to sources inside the Pentagon: $1.28 million. Not only did the firefighters ruin the canopy, which cost $286,000, they also scuffed the coating on the airplane's skin which will cost about $1 million to replace.
The article is a bit unfair since you can't really blame the firefighters for ruining the canopy when the Lockeed engineers couldn't figure out how to open it. As for scratching the paint, well, they probably did it just to teach the engineers a lesson.
Physicists postulate there is a thing called Vacuum Energy, which is the energy that exist in space even when there is nothing there. According to Einstein mass and energy are equivalent so, even when you have absolute nothingness, there is still something there.
I wonder if the principal applies to blogs?
Behold, the first few microseconds of armageddon.
I welcome our new brain parsite overlords.
A fellow named Paul English has come up with a voice mail cheat sheet to help you speak to another human being instead of listening to a recording asking you to press some number so you can listen to yet another recording that isn't helpful either. Some of the linked articles are interesting too.
Here's something from the "all I wanted was a pepsi" file: It's almost 3am but this was too funny so I have to post it before going to bed.
There's lots of ways to describe this video, Strange, Scary, "WTF?!!" This video is about some 9-year-old arguing with his mother about Chocolate Milk while playing Xbox Live, and forgetting to turn his Headset off.
Maybe it's just me, but there is something hysterical about a commando arguing with his mom over chocolate milk.
Sometimes I think, "Yeah, my life is exciting and interesting. Well, semi-interesting at least." Then some guy in a suit comes along and demostrates that, comparatively, my life is boring. Oh well, at least I got a cool desktop picture now.
You put some nerds in a zero-gravity environment and you know it's going to happen sooner or later: Water Balloons Experiments. Can actual zero-G water balloon fights be far behind?
Actually they are from the ionosphere. Well, they bounce off the ionosphere. Don't believe me? listen for yourself.
It's not really our Alien Overlords sending encrypted messages. It's just plain old spooks. It's been going on for over 30 years and I had never really heard about it. The link above does a decent job of explaining it. On the other hand, I spotted this mystery on cheesebikini:
It doesn't work now, so I guess we'll never know...
Here are some randon links I discovered ages ago but never got around to posting. Enjoy...
I was looking at cryptography expert Bruce Schneier's weblog today where he talked about a paper titled "High-Pressure Steam Engines and Computer Software. I guess in the 1800's when the steam engine was invented they tended to, well, explode. Given that modern software sometimes explodes (metaphorically speaking) they make the case that something might be learned from how the exploding choo-choo problem was solved. I link to it not because I have read it and think you should read it but because I intend to read it (at some point) and now it won't get lost among the hundreds of things I bookmarked because I intended to read them (at some point) but never seem to get around to because there is always something new to bookmark for later reading.
I have also discovered that there is a website named rent-a-monkey.com but ironically you can't rent actual monkeys from them.
Oooo! OOOOoooo!!! The Mermen have been posing as another band to trick me! Much downloadable goodness.
By age 60 you will sleep 175,200 hours, dream 87,000 hours with 197,100 dreams so you might want to study up.
Ever find a strand or two of hair in a meal at a resturant? Gross. Who exactly is shedding back in the kitchen? I used to think people in the food preperation business should be required to shave their heads and pluck their eyebrows just so it will never happen again. Unfortunately, I learned today I may have been unknowingly pouring hair on my meals instead. Next time I use soy sauce I'm looking for "made in America" on the label.
Howard Moskowitz, a man with a vision, a passion, and a bottle of mushed up tomatoes. The fascinating story of the Grey Poupon of the ketchup world. No, really — fascinating.
Here is some new motivation to reach out and touch someone.
[via flashcube, the actual soundfile is there too.]
Is your 18 inch high Stonehenge replica in danger of being trodden upon by a midget? W.T. Wallington has figured out how to solve your problem! Now your Stonehenge replica can be 18 feet tall and weigh many, many tons. He has a video available and is working on moving larger and larger stones. Unfortunately, while he seems to have rediscovered an ancient technology, he hasn't quite mastered the modern ones and his site has a lot of missing images. I haven't shelled out the $20 for the video yet, but I am really tempted to get it and go into the stonehenge building business.
(spotted on All Things Christie)
NASA recently released some pictures from the Apollo 11 moon mission (currently slashdotted, mirror). Several of them are beautiful. Others are proof that the astronauts weren't much better than your average tourist when composing their snapshots - as this picture of Buzz Aldrin's ass demonstrates.
A while back I stumbled across an all-girl synth band called Au Revoir Simone. Yes, the cliches explode in your mind when you read the phrase "all-girl synth band" — I know I'm still wiping off little bits of cliche mush off the inside of my skull. Yet they have something, a dorky innocence perhaps, that appeals to me. The Pony Song is my favorite.
Scott Andrew and the Walkingbirds is described as "apparently some kind of lo-fi, DIY urban acoustic pop and weirdo country thing". I'm still checking out their stuff but it sounds pretty good so far. Plus it's, you know, free...
Mario Systems covers tunes from videogames. Surprisingly (or not) it is pretty interesting. My Faves are The Guardian Legend: "Corridor 1" and Metroid: "Kraid's Hideout"
Bach's Tocata and Fuge in D Minor for the organ was the first CD I ever bought. This isn't the same version, but it is free.
Radiohead has released a silly little ditty. Enjoy.
Have you ever been sitting around the lab and said to yourself, "I wish I could mix a few simple chemicals together to produce a fungus-like substance"? Well, you're all set.
We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different.
Here's the truth: People, even regular people, are never just any one person with one set of attributes. It's not that simple. We're all at the mercy of the limbic system, clouds of electricity drifting through the brain. Every man is broken into twenty-four-hour fractions, and then again within those twenty-four hours. It's a daily pantomime, one man yielding control to the next: a backstage crowded with old hacks clamoring for their turn in the spotlight. Every week, every day. The angry man hands the baton over to the sulking man, and in turn to the sex addict, the introvert, the conversationalist. Every man is a mob, a chain gang of idiots.
This is the tragedy of life. Because for a few minutes of every day, every man becomes a genius. Moments of clarity, insight, whatever you want to call them. The clouds part, the planets get in a neat little line, and everything becomes obvious. I should quit smoking, maybe, or here's how I could make a fast million, or such and such is the key to eternal happiness. That's the miserable truth. For a few moments, the secrets of the universe are opened to us. Life is a cheap parlor trick.
But then the genius, the savant, has to hand over the controls to the next guy down the pike, most likely the guy who just wants to eat potato chips, and insight and brilliance and salvation are all entrusted to a moron or a hedonist or a narcoleptic.
The only way out of this mess, of course, is to take steps to ensure that you control the idiots that you become. To take your chain gang, hand in hand, and lead them. The best way to do this is with a list.
Although members of other species trick one another, humans are the expert self-deceivers: as the best symbol users, the most inteligent species, and the only talkers, we are the only beings accomplished enough to fully fool ourselves.
— Lynn Margulis and Dorion Sagan
Now, where was I?
Or more accurately, what everyone else found. Now where did my to do list get off to?
I rescued this photo from the lobby of my apartment, where some wayward tenant had left it. An hour later, my landlord — an enormous serb who, like many in our complex, doubles as a buddhist — saw the picture.
"This picture," he said, "reminds me of something you would see in my country."
"In this picture," I said, "I am the mule." My landlord laughed. I continued, "you will notice that the old man who holds the reins also carries a riding crop. The mule is the most stubborn of animals, and the old man has learned that if the reins fail to move the mule, he can always resort to the quirt." I looked at the picture some more. "But i can't figure out who the old man is."
The landlord looked at me, and with his typical serbian solemnity said, "You are both the mule and the old man."
Oooo, shiny!
Update: Too bad I missed it...
I'm not sure if I believe this story. If I had to put money on it I'd bet it was some urban legand. If it is true, then I would say it is a great success story for abstinence-only sex education programs. Either way the story has a happy ending: two people discovering marriage is a lot more fun than they thought.
Update: BING! It's a hoax by a nose!
Today my neighbor was telling me how I could train a mockingbird to sing Bach. He said it would take a few weeks. Being the impatient Gen X'er I am, I turned to the internet to see if I could find a recording by someone who had two weeks to spare. I didn't find the recording, but I did find this beautiful story (you'll need to scroll down a little to find the story).
I also stumbled across a website full of inspirational stories when I looking for more information about wise King Canute.
Daniel Lanois is an artist who never ceases to impress me. Thus it's odd that I don't stay current on his projects. Tonight I stumbled across his work with Emmylou Harris. The song Deeper Well has quickly become a favorite of mine. It reminds me of Texas for some reason. We don't get much rain here in SoCal during the summer so I'm going to have to look really hard to find my deeper well.
When I moved back to Los Angeles I discovered Joe Frank was no longer on the radio here. Now I know why.
I'm trying to get beyond this sadness, trying to keep busy. I attend concerts and art openings and the spontaneous coming together of flash mobs from online chat rooms. Last week I attended a singles dinner for professionals over 40 given at a trendy restaurant in Brentwood. I've tried male bonding. I've beaten a drum in the woods with middle-aged, balding men and learned that I might be gay. Certainly everyone else was.
I met a nurse through Match.com. Last night she said, "I spend most of my time drawing blood... emptying bedpans... changing dressings... wiping away feces and with a sponge absorbing pus and mucous—not to mention vomit on the sheets that soaks through to the mattress."
"I can't imagine how you do it," I said.
"I like it. I enjoy it. It's very satisfying work. And living in a world of illness and death focuses you on what's really important in life. Your perspective changes. There are so many things that annoy us. Where are my car keys? Am I late with my mortgage payment? Is my boyfriend being abusive? Did that old woman just cut in line in front of me? And I realize these trivial inconveniences of everyday life are a privilege. I welcome them. I say to myself: Ah, the car won't start. Thank God that's my problem, when compared to poor Mr. Jones, a sheet drawn over his bloodless face. And what's left of him now? His stamp collection, his books on African violets, the rugs he bought on vacation in Morocco, the suits he paid so much to have custom tailored in Italy."
"So the present moment is what really matters," I said.
"Yes, our lives are fragile mysteries and the future is unknowable. And every one of us will have to face that portal into nothingness."
She got out of bed, walked over to the window and looked out. "Ahh. Los Angeles at night. It's like being inside the body of a great vibrant beast."
"I think I know what you mean," I said.
In keeping with this month's minimalist vibe I will only tell you to go to skeewiff and download everything. Download it all. Download everything.
That is all for today...
I was looking through my weblogs and found I was linked to from a site I didn't recognize. I clicked and discovered it was a trackback from a post I had made here. In it I said:
The problem is I can't find it here anymore. I remember posting it but now I wonder if it somehow got lost. Perhaps I just deleted it.
I was also looking at what searches brought people to iba. The first most popular search was for Andy Milonakis. The second were searches for "interesting wallpaper". I also got hits from searches for the following terms:
My stats page also told me that 76% of visitors to iba spend less than 30 seconds looking at my page. I feel like a blipvert. I hope no one has exploded.
If anticipation means you're waiting for something to happen does cipation mean you're NOT waiting for something to happen?
Do you ever worry some hyper-dimensional being will reach inside you and turn you inside out? You should. If that doesn't scare you then you might find the Fourth Dimension Writings of Charles H. Hinton interesting. You might also be interested to read The Life of the Half-a-Bee. The blissful Nuptial Flight is quickly followed by The Massacre of the Males . Now that's scary. Speaking of wee creatures you might want to read a more comprehensive book about the life of crayfishes.
If none of that grabs you then here is something to read to your child.
It is (was) World Wide Wednesday over at Die Puny Humans. You need to send him your picture in order to prove that "the internet is made out of people." I thought that was Soylent Green that was made out of people.
I've recently been re-reading The User Illusion that goes into great depth about the nature of consciousness. The difference between Me and I if you will. I'll write more about it later, but for now I'll simply point out it reminded me of the episode of Star Trek (the next generation) where we learn to our collective horror that there are, in fact, two William Riker's. I shouldn't be so snarky - I actually enjoyed the episode. I guess I just feel a special empathy for nerdy dorks who keep making dumb choices when it comes to romance.
I've discovered I have a lot more free time if I just quote people smarter than me instead of trying to think of things to write about.
I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
--Isaac Newton
I, on the other hand, tend to spend most of my time at the beach with a stick poking at jellyfish that have washed up.
I ran across this essay at Jef Allbright's blog that seemed to have something to say about the controversy over Dr. Stephen Wolfram's book A New Kind of Science. Not that I think anyone who reads this weblog will find all this remotely interesting. Heck, even I don't find it terribly interesting - I just have a lingering fondness for monkeys.
UPDATE: Speaking of monkeys...
As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough...
Now that the whole comment spam thing is taken care of iba can get back to normal. Returning to the roots of blogging: Just posting a bunch of lame links that are filling up your bookmarks menu.
Are you still reading this? Did you click all those links? There is going to be a quiz on them this friday...
An error occurred: Can't locate object method "load" via package "MT::PluginData" at /usr/local/apache/cgi-bin/mt/extlib/jayallen/Blacklist.pm line 2878.
A couple of people are getting this error when install MT-blacklist but no one seems to have discovered a fix yet. Neither have I. This is with Perl version v5.6.0 and Movable Type Version 2.64
Time to turn off comments again until I figure this one out...
I, the operator of this webpage, am setting forth the following legal binding terms of usage for anyone leaving comments here:
By posting a message you acknowledge you are agreeing to these terms. Thank you for your time and your support
UPDATE: After a little whois research I've discovered that my new advertiser is one Mr Jay Kim of 24 Finchley Road, London. Had I had this policy in place when he spammed me this afternoon he would owe me over $30,000US. I'll re-enable comments once I modify them to make sure the interface presents the terms to anyone leaving a comment and forces them to either accept or reject them - in a very legally binding way.
Nasa's Mars rover Spirit has stopped sending useful data to Earth:
At around 0302 GMT on Thursday, the Mars Global Surveyor spacecraft in orbit around the planet received a signal from the rover suggesting that its UHF radio was on.
But Spirit was only transmitting "pseudo-noise", a random series of zeroes and ones in binary code and not anything the scientists could decipher.
I think the little spirit has probably decided to go into the herbal viagra business. This is a great moment for inter-planetary commerce. Get yours while supplies last!
Mr Pandagon had some thoughts about why businesses should provide free wireless access to customers. I'm part of the crowd that thinks public wireless access is great but isn't willing (even if I was able) to pay an extra 30 bucks a month for it. I've discovered several growing lists but no local businesses here have figured it out yet. I suspect there will be free wireless access in Hell before we get it here.
Just whoa! Too bad they didn't have a really big grape. [Spotted at metafilter]
Shattering the greyscale window (like a monochrome buddha).
In other news: I was looking for some action. It was night - late at night.
David was articulate, he was intelligent, not obviously psychotic or emotionally disturbed. He could read a newspaper. Everything seemed fine except he had one profound delusion. He would look at his mother and he would say, "This woman, Doctor, she looks exactly like my mother but in fact she's not my mother. She's an imposter. She's some other woman pretending to be my mother."
David had suffered a brain injury that had brought on a very rare condition called the Capgras Delusion. Neuroscientists study people with brain damage to learn how the brain works. Today I stumbled across The Reith Lectures on the BBC's website. This year's lecturer was neuroscientist Vilayanur S Ramachandran who gives a absolutely fascinating series of talks on The Emerging Mind. The series is available as text and as a RealAudio stream. It includes more details on the effects of David's injury as well as an explaination that will remind you how lucky you are next time you recognize someone you love.
If you enjoy the lecture then you might want to check out one of my favorite books: The User Illusion.
I should be snuggled in bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head but I'm not. No, I am up at 3:50am searching for Christmas material for my semi-interesting blog. I hope you appreciate the sacrifices I make in order to bore you. Tonight (well, this morning) I have discovered the story of The Battle for Christmas. It's sort of appropriate given world events. If you're too lazy to read the book then you can listen to an interview with the author (which I found here). It features the song Backdoor Santa so you won't want to miss it. In the meantime I'll be on the lookout for a suspicious bearded guy invading the homeland's airspace.
The Academy-Award© nominated animated short-film tells the story of a lonely inventor, whose colorless existence is brightened only by dreams of the carefree bliss of his youth.
By day, he is trapped in a dehumanizing job in a joyless world. But by night, he tinkers away on a visionary invention, desperate to translate his inspiration into something meaningful.
When his invention is complete, it will change the way people see the world. But he will find that success comes at a high price, as it changes himself, as well.
Go watch More. If you love it as much as I did you can buy it. And if you're willing to pay $14.95 for a 6 minute movie then you'll probably want the T-shirt too.
While engaged in the sort of careful, intensive research that maintaining the high standards Interesting by Association requires I stumbled across the following touching story:
All lost in a fire
Posted by lil_auc at v90modem72.pyxis.bigsky.net on January 12, 2000 at 01:30:00
Last night my sisters house burned down. She lost all of her possesions and I am still in shock. She is a huge Ben and Matt fan. And of course, all of her movies and pictures she had were burned. And I guess what is the saddest, is that the only thing that she is concerned about right now is the fact that she lost her autographed picture of Ben.
She was in Las Vegas a year or so ago and met Ben. She somehow had gotten his autograph on a picture she had and framed it. And she treasured it. She had bought a frame for it and kept it on her TV stand. She first became an admirer of Ben when he played in an HBO special about a guy on steriods. From then on, she looked for Ben and any movie she saw was coming out, she would go and then buy the movie. Does anyone know where I can maybe buy her an autographed picture of Ben? I looked on the web, but you never know what is true or fake. And I don't want to buy a phony.
Hey Ben, if you are reading this, can you help me out?? I would be glad to pay for it. I just wish her to be happy. And I know if I could get her an autographed picture, it would make her happy. She has done so much for me in my life, helping me out with my boys and bills when I get behind. I even thought about writing the Richard Simmons Dreammaker thing and asking for help. But I thought I would post here first. Thanks for your time.
Tessa
Ben Responded:
Re: All lost in a fire
Posted by Ben Affleck at adsl-63-193-141-165.dsl.lsan03.pacbell.net on January 12, 2000 at 16:26:55
In Reply to: All lost in a fire posted by lil_auc on January 12, 2000 at 01:30:00
I'd be happy to replace the photograph--and I may even be able to dig one up of Matt. Email the board with where I can send it and I will.
Could it be? Might I really be able to contact Ben's personal computer?! I broke out my advanced arsenal of hacker tools to find out...
thom% ping adsl-63-193-141-165.dsl.lsan03.pacbell.net PING 63.193.141.165: 56 data bytes [time passes] ^C --- adsl-63-193-141-165.dsl.lsan03.pacbell.net ping statistics --- 13 packets transmitted, 0 packets received, 100% packet loss thom %
Drats. I knew it was too good to be true!
I finally found it! "It" in this case is Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (and also Alice Through the Looking Glass) in electronic form. Thank you, Project Gutenberg! A little nerd magic (via Plucker) and now I can carry them around in my pocket and read them whenever I find a spare moment.
I also stumbled across VirtMem which looks like a very good technonerdy blog. While reading his page I suddenly got an urge to buy Apple Computer stock and I discovered a really useful tool. While poking around I found a great word: euphobia. It is a great name for a blog.
My apologies for not really doing a lot of writing about my inner thoughts recently. Lately my inner dialog looks something like this:
So it hasn't been very interesting. I plan to do some serious soul searching in January so hang on for a few more days
I've written before about mathematics and philosophy. Today I stumbled across an application I hadn't anticipated. The article's author sums up the life lesson to be learned:
If you have kids and are looking for a fun way to get them interested in computers I suggest taking a look at Breve. It makes it relatively easy to do all sorts of fun things and comes with several interesting demos. One lets you watch walking robots evolve, and another simulates a flock of birds. Fun stuff.
I signed up on meetup.com today only to discover International Vampire Meetup Day is only 2 days away! (Not to be confused with International Teen Vampire Meetup Day 4 days later). I decided to find out where the local vampires hung out so I could avoid meeting up with one who might vant to suck my blood. This is what I found out:
What a relief!
Well, it's not really musical. Actually it's a lot of words. But they are good words - interesting words. Words about music and life from the guitarist of my favorite band.
The Oddtodd production of A Day in the Life would be really, really funny if it weren't so damn accurate. The Helped Wanted and Annual Report episodes are great (and also disturbingly accurate) too. All his stuff is really funny. I can't wait for more episodes in the Laid Off series. His 'DAILY FACT I LEARNED FROM THE TV' feature includes gems like this:
I couldn't have said it any better, Bobby. Anyway, I guess it's almost time to take a 20 minute Power Nap. I'll post more after that.
A bunch of links have been piling up in my bookmarks. I really, really wanted to say something clever and witty about each one but my brain just isn't up to the task today.
Here are some scenes from the New Testament in Legos. A related item is The Jesus of the Week. It's a bit late for Halloween, but next year you can make a non-pagan Jack-o-latern. Finally, you can have lots of fun withThe Church Sign Gnerator.I was poking around mp3.com tonight. I had discovered a lot of good music there in the past and hoped I might stumble across some new gems. A few years back the major record labels sued them, won, and took them over. I discovered tonight it has become a vast wasteland of mediocrity.
One artist I discovered there is still around: Paul Thorn. There are two great songs, Where Was I? and Ain't Love Strange, available for downloading and you'll regret it if you don't. He used to have more songs up there but I guess those days are gone. Paul is a great songwriter and I can't say enough good things about him. Musicians like to say they've "paid their dues" but in Paul's case those dues include stepping into the ring with Roberto Duran. As Paul puts it, "He was very nice until the bell sounded."
Anyway, go check out his official web site and enjoy his music. While you do that I'll try to get some sleep.
I saw a story on the business channel the other day about a new drug, Eiptan. It is a drug that will help you lose weight, make you tan, and increase your libido. If it works the Southern California tourist business could be in serious trouble. There is also the risk of slim, tan and horny Epitan addicts roaming the streets committing crimes for a fix. Malibu Barbie's version of crack.
Sometimes I wonder if I should shave it off, but now I know my beard's destiny: It must enter The World Beard and Moustache Championships. Everyone has to have goals - even my beard.
UPDATE: I was looking at the website and discovered this must-have t-shirt. It features a picture of the winner in the "freestyle goatee" category. I cannot rest unless I possess one. The 2004 calendar or The coffee table Moustache Book are also perfect gifts for that special someone thinking about entering the world of Competitive Facial Hair.
We recieved a warning from the California Department of Food and Agriculture about the dangers of these nasty little buggers. As long as we can keep THEM! away from the nuclear waste we should be okay.
I hate to just post stuff from Metafilter two days in a row but this is interesting (by association even):
64 years ago this week, six million Americans became unwitting subjects in an experiment in psychological warfare.
In other news, you might want to look for some auroras tonight. Alternatively you could stay inside and watch a movie (or a blue movie or or two).
Ooooo! Pretty!
I also find it comforting to know the the Enterprise (of Star Trek fame) has been flight tested to Mach 5. Interesting, but the Real Mach 5 is way cooler.
Spotted on MetaFilter:
I haven't flown enough lately to develop Deep Vein Thrombosis but I still like this idea.
Do you ever wonder what else you can do by association?