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(and feel free to comment! My older posts are certainly no less relevant to the burning concerns of the day.)

Monday, January 30, 2012

What's With This Bacon Chic? Pt.2

This post is a Part Two. There was also a Part One.


Actually, no, it turns out I didn't.

So. What's up with this "bacon chic"?

Sunday, January 29, 2012

What's With This Bacon Chic?

You know, I've loved bacon all my life, but I can't for the life of me understand this new bacon "chic." I

Wait.

I think I already posted about this.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

the think of knowledge

The think of knowledge is a think different from the know of the heart, and the think of a strong feelings. The knowledge think argues about "how know?" and "what is it, knowledge?" But the think is usually different on you. Versus me, one way. You have points from the other way and say "but is this a knowledge? By some conventions, true but..."

Ultimately it think of knowledge is, is reality thinking or just us? Because reality knows, or if not then how can our know be real? Is there no such thing as know? If know is deludesion, than a true think might be: no knowledge. This is a way smart looks at it. But smart looks at things different ways every time you ask! Smart is dumb.

So ultimately find, what is the think of knowledge?

THAT'S NOT WHAT IT SAYS





Ana Ng and I are getting old, and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence. Listen, Ana: hear my words. They're the ones you think I would say if there was a me for you.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Modified Record Player Plays Years Of A Tree's Cross-Section

YEARS from Bartholomäus Traubeck on Vimeo.


What I gather from the description is: the dude (Bartholomäus Traubeck) modified a record player to optically read the rings of a tree section rotating under it, and output the visual as sound using custom software to covert ring thickness, texture, and color into piano notes.

Thanks to reader Mel for the sweet tipoff!

Monday, January 23, 2012

Thought of the Day: SQUAT

Rules don't mean squat. They mean what comes after squat.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Thought of the Moment: Misanthropy?

Misanthropy is just another way of loving what's best in people, and acknowledging that it isn't there.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Open Letter Re: This Whole SOPA / DIDO Debacle

Ahem.

Dear Copyright Infringers,

I blame you! Piracy is VIRUSY!! You all are making the traditional system of information valuation and ownership exhibit SYMPTOMS! And um, the politicians (quite rightly drawn in their attentions to it by the dutiful ministrations of well-heeled lobbyists who only want what's only fair for their media megabaron megacorporation patrons) are responding the only way they possibly can: with poorly-drafted, ill-considered, and howlingly antithetical-to-the-inalienable-liberties-of-the-individual LAWS.

Wait. Scratch that: bills.

Let's hope it never comes to that. Laws! //shudders//

Lawsy.

But really, you raiders of rightfully-protected content: what were you thinking? What did you THINK would happen? What did you foresee as the consequence to your actions?

Surely you must have realized that if you sow the wind of revolutionary breakdown of inhibitions against the unfettered dissemination of data, you will REAP THE WHIRLWIND OF UNTENABLE, UNENFORCEABLE, UNCONSTITUTIONAL LEGISLATION!

Have a little more forethought, next time. Show some restraint. Exhibit some CLASS. Would it kill you to?

Sincerely,

A. Concerned Citizen, Esq.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

HOLY SHIT! 250,000 PEOPLE DEAD!

250,thousand to 300,000 people DIE A DAY. In the world.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

A  day?

HOLY FUCK! FUCK those people! How many of them - what?!! Two HUNDRED and fifty THOUSAND?



A DAY.


FUCK THEM! What the fuck! How can so many people be dying??!!! That is a SHITLOAD OF PEOPLE, people! A DAY.

I mean, FUCK. That's a scale on which I can't operate, I can't mind-wise, take in this...two hundred fifty K. Two-fifty a K, PLUS.

Because 250,000 is the low end. I mean, it could be as much as twenty percent MORE than that. Which would be three hundred THOUSAND, holmes.

That's sick.

Fuck those mother fuckers. They can't make ME morbid. FUCK THEM. I am not going to get all filled with DESPAIR, on account of this astronomical number of -

Well, hell. Let's not get hysterical. It's hardly an astronomical number. Let's call it a geological number. At best. But in any event, FUCK THEM! What the FUCK! How can so many people die a DAY???!!!

Does this not seem out of proportion to anybody?

Fuck them.

Please note, I wish to clarify I don't mean too imply sexual congress with the quarter of a million of daily deceased. I'm not even INto necrophilia, let alone a necrophilia campaign so outsized to where necrophilia could be comparisoned only to genocide on the scale of human atrocities. I cannot remotely imagine the perverted sexual logistics involved in subjecting two hundred and FIFTY thousand corpses to posthumous intercourse.

Let alone in A DAY. Let alone every day.

Yet every day, all those people die.

Fuck.

The shit that you can look up on google really does reduce your mind to the tiny dimensions on which it can comprehend scale.

I lost my bar bet. I thought it was 22,000. Everybody else thought it was LESS!

Shit.

Random Critiques of Poorly-Written Wikis #1

From Wikipedia article The Guns of Navarone (film):
"During the remainder of the voyage, Mallory confides to Franklin that Andrea has sworn to kill him after the war, because he was inadvertently responsible for the deaths of Andrea's wife and children."

During the remainder of the voyage. "During"? That makes it sound like confiding this to Franklin occupies the whole remainder of the voyage! Either that, or he just keeps bringing it up and bringing it up.

Give it a rest, buddy!

cruel thought of the day

If truth be cruel, the tongue for proclaiming it is no crueler than the eyes for seeing it.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Friday, January 06, 2012

Chronic Back Pain? So Many Suffer

So many people live their lives with chronic back pain. It bothers me!

I've been so lucky. I have never had to deal with chronic back pain. I've practically never had to deal with acute back pain!

It bothers me. It makes me feel guilty. Why them and not me? Why did they draw this card from the deck of fate? Why do they deserve the anguish, the suffering, of having to deal daily with either the immediately reality, or the threat of the specter of the returning of chronic back pain?

Every time they complain about it it sets me off. Why is it that they were saddled with this curse? This cross? Life, cruel world, dear God, whatever you want to toss the question up to - WHY? Chronic back pain sufferers go through so much!

I know I should feel grateful that I've been spared, and let it go at that. But it really bothers me. Is it selfish of me to wish they'd shut up about it?

Chronic back pain. It hurts so many, more than I can know. Frankly, more than I want to know.

Fiction Friday: Modern Noir Narrator Walks Into A Bar

Some fucker was fucking with me in a bar and I was like, I didn't know why? But I played it pretty cool and friendly I thought, and he said some crap like I was fucking with HIM, and I forget what the whole basis of his complaint was, but he kept telling me how I was (which was in point of fact, how I wasn't), so I was all,

"Hey man! What you see is as valid as how I feel."

I forget what happened after that. Right after I said it he kind of leaned back from it and looked off up and to the left of my head, and when he came back he seemed to at least accept the sincerity of the sentiment involved. We talked a little more, in our gruff, macho way, neither having given an inch particularly, neither wanting any parts of any of the other's inches. I could tell he probably knew who would have won THAT futile contest, but by then the moment of tension and test seemed to have passed. He was a little holiday huggy on the way out the door, even, but I rocked a firm fast handshake intercept instead, perfect. I think he was one of those drunks whose worldview gets so sharp as the world blurs that they need to have either perfect accordance with their idea of bonhomie or else AGGRO SMACKDOWN OF THE TRANSGRESSOR!!! Me, I don't see shit in those black and white terms. For one thing, he was a white guy, not that that bears on the case - I'm white too, is all, so it wouldn't have been "black and white," and frankly I wouldn't have said or done a damn thing differently! When it comes to drop-kicking conflict over love canyon, I don't fuck around.

Brothers and sisters, can I get a witness.