I have another normal One Second Everyday coming, but I made a second set of a selfie-style shot everyday... the result wasn't as good as the normal one, but kind of good...
My actual "One Second Everyday" for October- highlights include a ton of great music (especially around the 9 through 11th HONK! fest), my car rolling over to 100,000 miles on the 27th, and Dominic's awesome colorful light suit at Honk-O-Ween on the 31st.
Subtlety is overrated. But it's easy to mix up with detail, which I dig.
I will vote for whatever brave democrat ends the terrible scourge of 'The Best of Car Talk.'
Whoa, work started stocking Cherry Zero Coke.
The thing about the consoling grace of "continuous improvement" and "we don't have to be perfect, we just have to keep getting better" is, you know, sometimes skills degrade, or rivals figure things out better.
I think I'm getting better at playing my tuba by ear, though, especially playing along in the concert-C and/or sharp-ish keys that strings players tend to prefer, vs all the flats we enjoy in brassland. (Gee, imagine if I actually made time to sit and practice!)
Still, being aware of the details of an improving skill set feels novel to me, because I've been so deeply in fixed mindset.
Arranged in descending order of "hey this is interesting!"...
- Scrubs- Sanford and Son (Scrubs) - I just love this comedy bit, so I dumped this whole video as an MP3.
- Umbrella (Mechanical Bride) Latest I got in the "creep slow cover" genre.
- "YMCA" reworked to Minor key (Village People / Oleg Berg) When the Village People become villains in a video game, this is their theme music.
- Believe (Pomplamoose) I really like this cover of Cher's song... I love how much denial the lyrics carry.
- It's the Music (A.Skillz & Stickybuds Remix) (The Mighty Mocambos) A rare addition to my energy playlist. For a while I thought the refrain was "Stinky Butts" not "stickybuds".
- Fancy (Reba McEntire) A lovely song about a terrible situation
- Feeling Good (Bassnectar Remix) (Nina Simone) Strong Remix of great song.
- Radioactive (Pentatonix & Lindsey Stirling) Another cover, with a lot of strings.
- Keep Your Heart Young (Brandi Carlile) Good advice on a kind of country/western tip.
- Pay Attention (Pomplamoose) Cool original song (though I had to tell itunes to cut out the last bit, when it turns into a skit like thing)
- You're Not the One (Blood Diamonds Remix) (Sky Ferreira) Just some decent pop.
- Sat (Time) (Atlantic Brass Quintet) Instrumental
- Introdiction (Scroobius Pip) Kind of sophomoric (e.g. "In the end they are just words, you give them power when you cower man, it's so absurd" on the c-word) but some good stuff
- Fireball (feat. John Ryan) (Pitbull) - like "Girl on Fire", I'm left wondering "why is it ok to rhyme a whole phrase with itself as long as it ends with 'fire'" (as in "roof on fire")
You have the rights to my face. You do not have the rights to my lagoon of mystery!"
Weird dreams, Belichick vs Putin. Except Putin was on the field, and finished the first half making a spectacular end zone catch, shedding defenders with the ball thrown from the other end of the field. I thought maybe the fix was in.
Oh I dig this - Harry Connick Jr had a French audience clapping on the 1 and 3, and so at around the :40 mark of this clip he adds a beat so everyone's a bit more hip! (Via this Slate piece about Justin Bieber berating and demonstrating to fix his square Spanish audience...)
Gotta have opposites dark and light, light and dark in painting. It's like in life. Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come. I'm waiting on the good times now.
6.022x10^23 - I hate that Avocado guy and that super long number he came up with and named after a furry underground animal; as if we're not confused enough as it is.
Blender of Love
I play it cool
I dig all jive
That's the reason
I stay alive
As I live and learn
Is dig and be dug in return
There's this whole microscopic world we're so barely aware of, and that influences us in ways we're not even cognizant of. I really feel for germaphobes, because if you take apply a naive germs=bad view, it's a terrifying world.
Slate on skeptic-ish parents considering distilling more of a religious sense for their kids. But this quote: "It was all so beautiful and comforting and safe" is not how I think about my childhood (or at least later childhood?) sense of the divine.
Even though my folks or (for the most part?) people in my church weren't excessively fire-and-brimstone-y, that's the part that stuck with me the most: you have to toe the line in this world or eternal punishment in the next results. It's hard to know what's the cart and what's the horse but somewhere in my development maelstrom that sense of needing to do what was right, not just for its own sake (though I got some of that too) but because of future judgement or retribution from some other - God, or Society, or Fate, or something... became a prominent feature. I guess that's helped me make some better-for-me lifestyle choices, but it's also kind of a miserable way to be at times.
(and to be honest there's a sophomoric part of me that carries disdain for watered-down, child-comforting "just the sweet parts" faith, even as a wiser part of me thinks "yeah, barring real evidence for one of the many supernatural explanations that's probably a decent way to be".)
Via Slate: Movies on Vinyl: A Thing That Actually Happened in the Early 1980s. My Aunt Susan and Uncle Bill had a player and a bunch of movies.
Just got done as a pall bearer for my Aunt Ruth, my dad's sister, and last of her nuclear family.
My favorite Aunt Ruth story is this: her accountant mojo and attention to detail spilled over into many parts of her life, and when my dad and I visited her and her family near Washington DC, she had an itinerary all laid out for us, hour by hour, to see the coolest stuff in the Capital region had to offer. I overheard my dad describe her as "paydirt" for this kind of trip.
Now I didn't know the word "paydirt"- 7 year olds don't know from prospecting- but I DID know That *I* didn't like orders, so I figured it wasn't good, like getting paid with dirt.
Of course, now as 41 year old freaking out about plotting a simple trip to Montreal, I really wish I had some kind of a Quebecois Aunt Ruth...
(PS my mom proofread this and reminded me it was "nuclear" family not "atomic" in the first paragraph)
Nice moon view...
...all houses matter
As Trd Cruz imitates Billy Crystal, the more he seems like a horrible Nathan Lane.
I'm up to 1991 in http://gazettegalore.blogspot.com/ my blog going through all the games in COMPUTE!'s Gazette. The magazine is on the downswing (the C64 is almost ten years old at this point, and in 1991 currently Gazette is just a supplement in the parent magazine, before becoming a disk only magazine for a few years) but they've introduced a "Gazette Gallery" of user-contributed art every month. Anyway I liked Vincent D. Zahnle's "Croc".
--Joan Sfar (Charlie Hebdo cartoonist)
For reasons that aren't quite clear to me now, I've had a desktop post-it saying 'Kirk "Sweet Life" Israel from a dream in april 2006'. I'm not sure if I wanted to tell people about that as a nickname, or what, but here is the dream as then transcribed, so I can at least put the post-it to rest:
I had an odd dream last night. Dizzy Gillespie was giving some kind of concert playing multiple pianos at once, big stride piano stuff. (yes I know that wasn't his primary instrument.) Something happened to him and he wasn't able to finish, so they did some kind of operation to me that copied his skillset so I was able to take over the show... finishing up Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor he had started (don't know what happened to the stride piano stuff) in front of an audience on these multiple pianos, but they were specially rigged so that they had some organ keys as well. It was very athletic, moving from piano to piano, and my general memory of the piece helped keep things moving as I read the sheet music, though my ability to play piano like that was new from the operation.
Afterwards there was an audience Q+A though most people were hoping to have asked a Dizzy a question, not me.
Finally some guy was encouraging me to take a middle nickname for myself. He explained that back in the day, talented performers would take a name that implied their ability to put themselves on easy street, though recently the practice had fallen out of vogue because people didn't want to tempt fate that way. So I chose the name Kirk "Sweet Life" Israel.
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,That's his start to my favorite poem ever. Lately I've been thinking about the power of words. It's this feeling I'm growing increasingly aware of of fundamental weirdness: how someone can choose to say something, and it (most likely) reflects the universe as it seems to them, though they might be being deceptive). But there is that choice of what and how something is said, and what is left unsaid, and from that choice some limited ability to shape the perceptions of others...
and frightening that it does not quite.
(Ironically, or appropriately, it's not easy for me to put this vague feeling into words...)
I find subtitles in movies distracting, especially if the written version precedes the equivalent from the actor's voice, which is usually the case. It throws the whole farce of cinematic and theatrical productions in sharp relief: these characters have no agency, they, and the people typing in the subtitles, are mere outlets for authorial intent, their words (and by extension: their thoughts, their feelings, their experiences, their whole being) preordained in some script.
But we have no such script. We are actors and authors all at once, at once the product and creators of our environment. (Even with faith in the Almighty, the ultimate Author, there's a lot of free will to be exercised locally.)
Fun Montreal Fact: on the Montreal Metro, doors open and passengers disembark as the train is still gliding to a gentle stop.
Open Photo Galleryat the Chalet du Mont-Royal terrace...
I dig the squirrel gargoyles at the chalet!
Croix du mont Royal
The Oratory had some interesting light stuff inside the main area...
The shadows were cool outside as well
The interior has kind of a melgange of different art styles, and this detail from the previous photo seems to show the 60s roots...
A light dinner of Ketchup Potato Chips and Red Wine following a Kinder-Egg Amuse-Bouche. Some of why I love Québec!
Open Photo GalleryPlace d'Armes - I liked the contrast of ornamentation.
Place d'Armes, Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal. Today's theme is a walking tour of Vieux Port.
Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal interior. We got lucky and entered just as the English guided tour was going on... such a beautiful interior, this amazing blue color
Inside the Hôtel de ville (Townhall) - I assume the chandalier was lowered for cleaning?
Window at the "Sailor's Church" Chapelle Notre-Dame-de-Bon-Secours.
Facing North from the tower of the Chapelle Notre-Dame-de-Bon-Secours...
and Facing South, the dome of the Marché Bonsecours there.
I liked the "shadow" of the old building on the brick.
Was looking into why my iPhone image/video file name counter had been set back to 0001, 0002. It's because it rolled over from 9,999... yeesh.
Open Photo GalleryMusée de Beux-Arts...
Chairs always make me think of my friend Sarah...
I'd love to have these last two curvy ones around.
Do people Ski-Bob?
Wall of Stuffed Animals...
Rainy night view...
When firefighters show up we don't care how your car got 20 feet off the road, managed to go airborne for 30 feet, and land in the middle of someone's roof. We just want to get everyone out safely. We already know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed; you don't need to explain that to us.
RIP Seattle's Pike Place Market's Gum Wall.. more photos
I'm kind of proud of this deep dive of a 33-line, 24-year-old Computer Game...
I just finished "The Once and Future King"... it's a frustrating book at times, so long and wandering. Maybe it needs all that wandering to get to the payoff at the end, the frame borrowed by the musical "Camelot"; King Arthur, weary, heartsick, the triangle with Lancelot and Guenevere breaking him, and also his kingdom and all he strived to create, by his ill-borne son. I was moved by it, not that "Panera" is the best place for catharsis.
I liked this passage:
Elaine recognized Lancelot in two heartbeats. The first beat was a rising one which faltered at the top. The second one caught up with it, picked up its momentum from the crest of the wave, and both came down together like a rearing horse that falls.Also:
Every letter written is a wound inflicted on the devil."(attributed to a 'medieval abbot')
And finally, this bit of play between Lancelot and Guinevere, now well into middle age or beyond:
"Are you unhappy about something?"
"No. I was never so happy in my life. And I dare say I shall never be so happy again."
"Why so happy?"
"I don't know. It is because the spring has come after all, and there is the bright summer in front of us. Your arms will go brown again, just a flush along the top here, and a rosy round elbow. I am not sure I don't like the places where you bend best, like the insides of your elbows."
Found my keys that had been missing for a day or two. Feel like I should make a list of "places to check when you lose something" but I can't remember what should should be on it besides "the pants you were wearing the other day".
Re: yesterday's giant tuba video... on FB Major Schenk told my mom it should be on my Christmas Wishlist... I wrote "Just thinking how I would get that back up from the family homestead in NJ... I have a Scion xA, my sousaphone fits comfortably inside, but this... I think I would have to strap it to the roof, like a christmas tree...."
http://www.artapp.org/ - Sign a petition to add an "art" category in Apple's app store!
This has been a bad week for the United States, folks. France was directly attacked by terrorists and its response was to promise to house 30,000 Syrian refugees; we weren't and one branch of our government fell over itself to put the brakes on accepting a third of that number. France is defying the very organization that attacked it while we, on the other hand, are doing exactly what that organization hoped we would do. We're being the cowardly bigots they hoped we would be, and as loudly as possible.These republican governors are chickenshit. So much of conservatism's engine is based on "fear of others".
The other week I had a bit of sleepy genius - a new product idea: Kitten Scented Air! I figure we can just put a little kitten in a air-filter looking box, with fans and stuff. Man, wouldn't people love that, to have their whole space smell like an adorable little kitten?
Of course, it might be considered a little mean to box up a kitten like that. (Heh, reminds me of the old "The Atlantic Puppy-Grinding Company slogan: "it may be cruel, but think of the jobs!") So maybe we could just keep the kittens at a central happy kitten farm, and bottle the air, put it into spray bottles.
I think Melissa pointed out it would be a nightmare for people with allergies, so they would have to be those hypoallergenic cats.
Or if we can't get enough of those, I think we could safely offer a homeopathic product: just the air from some dude who was THINKING about kittens. Brilliant, right?
Who's with me?
Lately I've been thinking about how good Facebook is at what it does, and how it has become a unique cultural venue for people to write and be read and to stay in touch with casual acquaintances across gaps in time and space.
There have always been ways of staying in touch with people you were close to: e-mail and various instant message programs online, regular mail and phone, but those all had terrible "discoverability" (you had to get the address or number though some other channel) and were almost exclusively one-to-one communication.
Online, there have been one-to-many forms of communication: Usenet newsgroups and (God have mercy on your soul) website forums, but these were generally formed around mutual-interest topics and themes, not shared history in the real world.
Much of its strength comes from its ubiquity. Not being on Facebook is more of the exception than the rule.
Its curation algorithms are fantastic. I know some people balk at not seeing everything, but I don't think they realize what a firehose Facebook would become for anyone with a decent number of "friends". Facebook offers some tools to pay more attention to certain people you care about, but unlike some sites they don't force you to sort all your contacts into buckets, the tweaking is there if you need it. For everyone else, the algorithms do a pretty good job of bringing you the posts that other people have found most important. There's a bit of a bandwagon effect, and when you write a cool post that languishes uncommented and un-"liked" it's a bummer, but overall the system works well.
(Other people gripe about how oddly recalcitrant FB is about keeping feeds in strict chronological order... though I think the mix and match ordering based on time AND post activity works better for people who are more casually engaged.)
But Facebook banks on one brilliant idea, one other sites leverage as well: empowering users to assemble a collated page/wall/feed of content from people the user finds interesting. Sites using this trick -- Tumblr, LiveJournal, Twitter, Instagram and FB all had different hooks (visual collectors, diarists, pithy bon mot makers, snapshotters, and people you know, respectively) and of all of those FB's "people you know in real life" seems to be the most compelling in a universal kind of way. (Anecdotally, my high school's 20th, post-FB reunion didn't come together nearly as well as my 10th pre-FB, and while there were other factors involved I wonder how much of that is because the "where are they now?" question is so trivially answered.)
Facebook gets a huge number of UX and UI details so right. I do think the curation algorithms are under appreciated. There's no other site providing the non-geek with such a wide and known-IRL audience. Its photo handling is powerful and easy to use, and its instant messaging is a viable replacement for SMS/iMessage. Sometimes only being able to "Like" something feels limiting in a "Newspeak" kind of way, but it also cuts off a lot of negativity and fighting. Some previous annoyances (like endless game requests) have gone away for me. Other auxiliary features add to the experience: the "real time" event sidebar can lead to interesting discoveries (a kind of happenstance endure around the usual curation) and "what you posted on this date in previous years" is a good implementation of a nostalgic feature I've seen and implemented elsewhere.
My biggest complaint is about how this one site Facebook has sucked the air out of the room for the independent web and blogosphere. In the mid-2000s, my blog (which I still double post to, since it's my canonical archive) was also a small social hub, with a homebrew comments system that eventually got utterly deluged by robospam. (I also had a guest-post sidebar, http://kirk.is/sidebar/ that was great fun from 2002-2008) These days, only the most interesting and topical blogs can really survive and garner attention and community... Facebook has made things both more and less egalitarian in that regard.
There are other problems with Facebook, like how people put their own self-known private selves up against images of everyone else at their public best, and there's crap like vaguebooking, and privacy concerns with a machine that knows so much about mutual friends and even has face recognition. Or the idea that maybe the barrier to staying in touch should be high, like who wants to be in touch with those bozos from high school anyway, or have your elder folks know if you've been up to mischief, or see idiotic posts from that cousin whose politics you can't stand? But hearing and being heard is a very human desire, as is meaningfully staying in contact and having a support community of people you know, and FB does those things better than anything else I can think of
Happy Thanksgiving, etc. Gratitude is a very useful practice.
A remake of "The Monster at the end of this Book" where the monster is you, you little first-world self-centered superconsumer.
It is hard to believe that this my seventh year of pardoning a turkey. Time flies, even if turkey's don't.
I know, I'm really sorry... It's just - Southern people are complicated, the two things we're known for are being friendly and slavery..."
"Ok, don't say that
BOSTON TUBA CHRISTMAS IS TOMORROW 2PM AT FANEUIL HALL BE THERE OR BE SLIGHTLY LESS SQUARE BUT MISSING OUT ON A REALLY COOL SOUND
at tubachristmas rehearsal. A. it's a little humbling to be just one of the crowd B. what a noise C. I'm kind of glad my high schools and colleges played sousaphones and not those shoulder-mounted bazooka-like marching tubas
we're playing inside the rotunda aka food court... 130 low brass folk very near an acoustically bouncy dome... this should be interesting
from the November 1992 issue of COMPUTE:
Still rings true today!
Ah the feel of newly washed jeans - the snugness inadvertently reminding so many of us that we aren't quite as thin as we'd like to be.
I prefer this article's original title, The First GI Joe/Cobra intramural football game was stupider than you can possibly imagine. Made me laugh.
Ah, the old problem of how to arrange stuff for an advent calendar. I have 5 pieces I rate as "good", 10 "better" and 10 "best"(and 4 across the groups are explicitly holiday themed, unlike the other things). Build up and up to a super strong finish? Front load the good stuff? Decision decisions.
I've switched to using Safari on my work machine for lunch hour stuff. Its location bar isn't as smart as chrome's, so I end up getting the Google headlines on international soccer a lot, since "fa" is enough for Chrome but not Safari to jump to "fa"cebook. #uxfail
North Carolina as the hotbed of religous terrorists in this country I'm keeping this like around for the next time someone argues all the religious terrorists are Islamic.