Sunday, July 23, 2006

Lords of Chaos

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Dirty Boy, Dirty Dirty Dirty!

I'm sure everyone but me has seen this video but I found it really interesting. Bush mic'd up, unbeknowst to him, at the G-8 summit. Blair must feel like he's dealing with a child.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Oh shittery

I just spent 37 straight hours in the hospital - doing something resembling learning/training.

It was kind of awesome. The most surreal moment...probably when we visited an chained inmate whose face had been distorted by a shotgun blast some years before and who had metastatic melanoma in his axillary lymph nodes of the severest order - in other words dude had what looked like a bag of bloody rocks the size of a grapefruit protruding from his armpit. He kept cracking jokes with his semi-functional mouth (speaking and especially drool containment had been affected) that we couldn't understand but which the guards and shotgunface found horribly funny.

Being humiliated on a minute-to-minute basis is fun. The chairman of surgery saw personally to that for about 10 minutos in front of my peers. Love this shit, though. Life in every breath.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Back to basics

So I was thinking about what I was talking about in my last post and I realized, I should just be the best jack-of-all-trades that can be. In that regard, and also just because I realized what I miss about being a kid is the fact that you feel like you can gain valuable knowledge without researching a subject for four years, I found a few websites that explain how things work. It's the sort of basic knowledge that I feel is really useful and yet often lacking. So far two sites have piqued (I spelled that word wrong for about 20 years) my interest. This is basically just a big list of a guy answering various questions, usually relating to science Or if that doesn't float your boat, check out . They just explain all sorts of various shit. Spent some time looking at the explanation of the internal combustion engine, a thing I always felt I had a rough handle on, but never knew as much as I should about. Good times. I'll let you know when I figure out why venting drive plasma solves every problem.

Life in every breath

At times I'm amazed at the ability of the Japanese to pour themselves so fully into whatever they do. It's not that everyone here is a genious and is able to play soccer like Pele while creating villanelles and speaking in eight different languages. The impressive thing lies not in superhuman ability but rather in the focusing of very human strengths. In essence, what the Japanese are good at is picking their spots. The choose the one thing they like and pursue it with incredible diligence until they're good at it. That's also what a hobby is to the Japanese. If I say that my hobby is playing basketball, I probably mean that I'll occasionally go shoot some hoops with friends, perhaps play in the occasional pickup game, but it's a much more casual affair. To my students whose hobby is basketball, this means that they get up early every morning to come to school at around 6:30 or 7 so they can practice for an hour before school, then stay late until around 6 at night (or whenever they close the school) to continue to practice. They come in on weekends, on holiday, and I'm quite sure they spend their other free time playing basketball. It's this devotion that I really admire. I often feel, especially here, that I've become too much of a jack-of-all-trades, and cliche-edly master of none. I was always praised as being a well-rounded boy when I was a kid, and now I wonder how great that really is. To be sure, there are definitely benefits, though sometimes I yearn for that selective passion that I see here. I guess I'm just condemned to feel too painfully the opportunity cost of persuing only one thing.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

I love my Peruvian student

Quote of the day: "My log is party sized"

Monday, July 10, 2006

Won't you take me to.... Linkytown?

Quickie update of a few hot links i found.

That's right, it's the International Association of Gay Square Dance Clubs. Marvel at the definitive expression of homosexuality in the south. But you ask, what could make outing with this group of fine men more surreal? I respond, if the yearly IAGSDC convention coincided with AX, AnimeExpo. Ameri-otaku central, where nerds travel under the dark of night (the sun hurtses ussss!) to trade comics, stories, signatures, and cosplay. It was at this convention that Dom of megatokyo (yes i am) overheard "It's not often that a gay square dancer gets to look at someone odder than he is."

Segway Polo





Christian Sex Shop
Selling all sorts of wares to help Xtians get their love on. I'm still not sure where this fits in with contemporaty movements, but that doesnt matter. What matters is that my O-ring doesn't come in any color but fleshy pink! Also love this disclaimer "
All products are sold as a novelty only."

Saturday, July 08, 2006

On to Creation

Check out my post over at the OWP on poverty rates by Congressional districts. The post is an example of original data analysis, something I hope to be doing more of from now on. Less analysis of other people's stuff; more of my own original work.

It's easy to be a critic or a cheerleader; much tougher to actually create something. I'm getting tired of this constant nihilism in academia and all forms of media. Time to start proposing alternatives.

Holy Schnikies

And what is the deal with our pictures and links being towards the bottom now? Does that happen to anyone else?

Oh, Shuvatar, will you return once more to save mankind from random html pseudocatastrophes? Blogspot needs you. 6331 needs you. And most of all, SuperShu...I need you.

Farewell to thee, Sweetest Troop-Dog

So my blue friend, often mistreated but ever loyal, will probably be retired today. Oh, Trooper, you will be missed. My brother is providing me with a loan and a recommendation, which I took, for a new car. Here 'tis: The Toyota FJ Cruiser - like the Troopster in spirit. I've thought about getting it in blue in honor of the Trooperino - but the car is such a sleek lug I may want something more inconspicious...maybe black as seen here.

I've told myself I wanted to get a hybrid of some sort when I bought my first car. But I know the hybrids aren't ready at this point (as in the extra cost is not yet offset by the benefits, so I hear). I looked at the super fuel efficient Yaris but an accident means sure death. Not something to be too afraid of but I'd at least like to save a couple of lives or something, visit Africa, sky-dive and spit out a couple of clone children before my demise.

The mid-sized cars were then my first option - a Camry would be very plain and hell, it's just a fucking awesome car in all the right ways. My mom has one. But my brother said if I planned to do a residency in New York or live anywhere not in California or the Dirty South, I may want something that can handle the elements. Reliable transportation is the only option if you're in the medical game. Plus the big brute is just safer. Plus plus what if kids pop up during residency (not a crazy concept) - furthers the safety argument.

Thoughts? Ugly? Pointless?

Friday, July 07, 2006

I'm in Jcox too

And it's very warm and gooey.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

I'm in Jcox

BTW, the phone number I have for you is wrong.

A Gift for Leese

Yo, who wants to go in with me to buy this t-shirt for Lisa?

Admiral Ackbar assuages alimony accountants

To review, basic set theory demands the conceptual existence of all possible combinations of elements in the (defined) universe. As such the number conceptual combinations (order be DAMNED) of basic sets, given universe of size n, is simply the sum as x goes from zero to n of (n!)/(x!(n-x)!). Let’s now define our universe to contain 3 elements, giving us 7 possible sets, or states. Further fleshing out our universe, say we (randomly) define those elements as modes of existence: working, WoW, and drinking.

At any point last month, I was in one of those seven states.

Each of those seven states has been occupied at least once.

Now, I am not proud of this (yes I am), but my exploration of “The Triad” as I call it, partly to lend legitimacy to my endeavors, but mainly because I am a big fucking nerd (r3pr3Z3|\|7), has left this blog woefully corporeal, tangible, and, above all, relevant. This ends today. And since my time is devoted to The Triad, I have no real experiences, and will have to resort to making shit up.

Too bad.

Next, I am not in a position to either confirm or deny this (yes I am), but someone may be in the process of acquiring Guitar Hero II, slated for release in November. Once the deal has been brokered, invitations are open to rock the kasbah coop multi-style with “Player One” on lead guitar and “Player Two” on either bass or rhythm guitar. How’s that for gameage one-upsmanship……. I’m gonna wait for that pun to settle in………. C’mon! ONE – UP?!?!?! GIMME A BREAK HERE! THIS IS COMEDY GOLD!!!!!

PS. One must repeat to oneself, “English is not Latin!”

PPS. wts [Wang] 1g pst

Monday, July 03, 2006

Like Dick?

Excerpt from the essay "How to Build a Universe That Doesn't Fall Apart Two Days Later" by Philip K. Dick which artist Robert Crumb used for his comic (see previous post). In complete form, a bit long and scary.

"It was always my hope, in writing novels and stories which asked the question "What is reality?", to someday get an answer. This was the hope of most of my readers, too. Years passed. I wrote over thirty novels and over a hundred stories, and still I could not figure out what was real. One day a girl college student in Canada asked me to define reality for her, for a paper she was writing for her philosophy class. She wanted a one-sentence answer. I thought about it and finally said, "Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away." That's all I could come up with. That was back in 1972. Since then I haven't been able to define reality any more lucidly.

But the problem is a real one, not a mere intellectual game. Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups—and the electronic hardware exists by which to deliver these pseudo-worlds right into the heads of the reader, the viewer, the listener. Sometimes when I watch my eleven-year-old daughter watch TV, I wonder what she is being taught. The problem of miscuing; consider that. A TV program produced for adults is viewed by a small child. Half of what is said and done in the TV drama is probably misunderstood by the child. Maybe it's all misunderstood. And the thing is, Just how authentic is the information anyhow, even if the child correctly understood it?........"

PhilDickian Fun

Shu, Sana and I were thinking over a movie to get last night. My mind has been stuck on campy action sci-fi for some reason, providing us with "Demolition Man" a few nights ago and last night "Total Recall." Author Philip K. Dick, the inspiration for that latter movie and also Minority Report, Blade Runner, etc. kind of got stuck in my head and I did some research on his life.

Dude has some crazy ideas which apparently were precipitated by these acute attacks of psychosis/schizophrenia. Anyways, for those of you who recognize the name Robert Crumb, the religious experiences of Dick were put into comic book form by said Crumb, which basically means we have the psychotic being contemplated by the psychotic here. Picture leads to Crumb's illustration of Dick's schizophrenic episodes - really interesting stuff. Only about 8 pages long so you should really check it out.