February 1, 2022
[After showing off concealed hiding spots of 3 types of allergy medication] Back to my car... looks like tire foam... this is where I store my Dramamine! Which is kind of like I'm allergic to motion, too!
Happy Lunar Year! Tigers Represent!
It's Groundhog Day. Again.
Or should I have said, Groundhog Day too. two two two-two.
Never tell a tiny frog wizard the odds. Tiny frog wizards do not understand statistics.
The fact that our fingernails are naturally color coded to shows us exactly how far we can trim them down without injuring ourselves doesn't get enough credit.
Papers "Academia.edu" thinks I may have written (an ongoing list):
- "2P062 Heme Binding Affinity of Iron Response Regulator (Irr) and its Regulation Mechanism"
- "Prevention of relapse of histoplasmosis with fluconazole in patients with the acquired immunodeficiency syndrome"
- "Prevalence of Extrapulmonary Tuberculosis in Children, Zahedan, Iran"
- "Life Writing (2010)"
- "Names and Stories: Emilia Dilke and Victorian Culture"
- "Phase II Trial of 10-Edam in Patients with Advanced Colorectal Carcinoma"
- "Foresight and hindsight: The case of the telephone"
My favorite Nintendo DS deep cut - Electroplankton
I was having this discussion
In a taxi heading downtown
Rearranging my position
On this friend of mine who had
A little bit of a breakdown
I said breakdowns come
And breakdowns go
So what are you going to do about it
That's what I'd like to know
But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I'm saying? Does it feel this way to you?
excellent video of things being snipped.
I agree it seems vulgar, decadent, even epistemically violent, to invest energy in the trivialities of sex and friendship when human civilisation is facing collapse. But at the same time, that is what I do every day. We can wait, if you like, to ascend to some higher plane of being, at which point we'll start directing all our mental and material resources toward existential questions and thinking nothing of our own families, friends, lovers, and so on. But we'll be waiting, in my opinion, a long time, and in fact we'll die first. After all, when people are lying on their deathbeds, don't they always start talking about their spouses and children? And isn't death just the apocalypse in the first person? So in that sense, there is nothing bigger than what you so derisively call 'breaking up or staying together' (!), because at the end of our lives, when there's nothing left in front of us, it's still the only thing we want to talk about. Maybe we're just born to love and worry about the people we know, and to go on loving and worrying even when there are more important things we should be doing. And if that means the human species is going to die out, isn't it in a way a nice reason to die out, the nicest reason you can imagine? Because when we should have been reorganising the distribution of the world's resources and transitioning collectively to a sustainable economic model, we were worrying about sex and friendship instead. Because we loved each other too much and found each other too interesting. And I love that about humanity, and in fact it's the very reason I root for us to survive--because we are so stupid about each other.
"Right. You must think I'm a complete fucking idiot."
"No, I think you're highly intelligent. It's not lucky for you, in a lot of ways. If you were a little stupider you might have an easier life."
(Been a while since I've read a novel and even longer for a physical book i think! Some of the same settings as her previous works, young intelligent people balancing concern for the state of the world against their own lives and relationships. This work has Rooney using different modes, almost like a camera lens' focus, where sometimes the scenes (between the characters' exchanged emails) are described detached and externally, and other times with much more interiority presented.)
Henry was my pet rat, and he died
last night in my hands. He was three
years old, which is way longer than
an albino rat is supposed to live. To be
honest, he wasn't a very smart animal,
but he was so sweet that now I wonder
if intelligence has anything to do
with leading a good life. He had been sick
for a few months, and every twelve hours
I had to apply antiseptic and lotion
to both his back feet. By the end
they didn't really work anymore,
so he would just drag his feet behind him in a way
so cute and sad that I started calling him my little
sea lion. When he died it was, somehow,
a surprise: you would think that when your rat
is older than older than dirt and has been sick for months
you'd be sort of prepared: after I had laid out the towel
and mixed the solution, I picked him
up and noticed his breathing
was s slow. I lay down with him
on the towel, the towel where we'd spent
the last few months, where I think we
finally, really, completely loved each other,
not like humans do: humans always want
something from you and he and I
would rather just be together than apart,
and I pulled him toward me, and he chittered in that way
that always meant he was wind coming in after a rain,
his head fell forward, and there was so much less
light in the room. The lamp was so far away,
like the light of a house to which there is no
road. I know, he was just a rat. So many
just like him, all white, red eyes,
die every day and only one or two people
in white coats are even there to see it.
He was all in white, he was always there
to see me. When I would wake from a nightmare,
so many nightmares, I would turn on the light
and there he was, holding on, a constant companion
to a prisoner, the prison being the apartment,
the world being inside his cage. Once I was crying
in bed because of who knows why, and he sat beside
my face and licked my tears away. I had a rat
once, named Henry. Named Buddy. Named Mr. Big
Mouse. Named proof that something could need me
and still love me. Named please
can I have some of your apple? Or I know
you're sad but I'm hungry. Don't go; if you go
I won't survive: a child reaches for her father;
a couple, buried in ash, dies holding each other;
a man and a woman in an office, crying slightly,
sign sheets of paper; sparrows fall out of the sky together.
Some day I'm going to have a child. She's going to have
eyes like mine and such small hands. Just like
she'll need me alive then, she needs me alive
now; I can't say goodbye before I've had a chance
to say hello. I don't stare off bridges anymore.
I don't count out little blue exit signs and even today,
with Henry buried under a tree, a tree somewhere so far away
it feels like someone else buried him using my body,
today I came home and only wanted to sleep
for twenty minutes instead of always. Something needed
me once, and I know something will need me
again. One day I'm going to have a daughter.
She's going to sleep through the night
sometimes. She is a light on a rock
at the edge of a lonely see. You see that light
out there? That's where I'm headed. That's home."
February 5, 2022
|je t'appelle (acid radio edit)
Armand Van Helden feat. Sahara
From my friend Arun's collection.
|Bull Jine Run
|A Black folkish/spiritual version of a kind of sea shanty?
Found after looking up their version of Battle Hymn of the Republic.
|Funny countrified song. "I don't care if it rains or freezes /
Long as I got my plastic Jesus / Riding on the dashboard of my car."
I remember this from my youth but it was recently mentioned on an episode of Baby Geniuses podcast.
|Happier Than Ever
|Dreamy mournful ukulele-ish piece.
From her appearance on SNL.
I think some incidental music on "This American Life"
|Funky little... not even sure of the genre, kinda rock, kinda indie, maybe a shade of punk.
|Such a beautiful gay anthem. You must watch this video... the gayest thing I've seen, in the loveliest sense of that word.
|Classic club song (sigh Man Ray), guess it's not quite the original.
The podcast 99% Invisible had a piece on how the floppy disk album cover for this single was super expensive.
|Alligator Dance (Seneca)
Leslie Bowen, Avery Jimerson, Richard Johnny-John, Herbert Dowdy, Sr., Johnson Jimerson & Marty Jimerson
|Seneca music featuring Richard Johnny-John, who sang when my folks were ceremoniously adopted into Seneca clan families.
|Words of Advice
|In the spirit of "Everyone's Free (To Where Sunscreen)", sardonic advice with a beat.
Something from "This American Life".
|Kinda corny 60s rock.
From end credits of the first season finale of "Space Force"
|Zinda Rehti Hain Unki Mohabbatein (From "Mohabbatein")
|Music that sounds like it's from Bollywood musicals, starts with percussion I dig.
From this tweet about WFH
|Goldeneye 007 (Trap Remix) [Mission Status N64 Pause Screen]
Trap Remix Guys
|Cool cover of the old N64 video game pause music, with an appealing little skittery skritch of trap music.
Sought out a version after this clip on a "watching people die inside" video... it's so much more of a lowkey banger than it needs to be!
|Mediocre hiphop sampling overwrought 60s song "(Remember) Walking in the Sand"
background on one of these watching people die inside clips.
|Power of Yet
Janelle Monae / Sesame Street
|Funky little piece about the power of persistence...
Melissa and I brought the nieces to see the Dino Safari thing at Quincy Market (someone else's kids in the red photo but just there for scale)
Here is a very good tumblr entry talking about how mind/body duality is so very false especially in terms of strong emotions, depressions and panics and what not. Like, "psychosomatic" must never be conflated with "just made up" - the feedback loop between the ol' grey matter, the systems of hormones that carry messages to and fro, and the rest of the body is absolutely rule even when it doesn't seem to follow rules of rationalistic cause and effect.
And that said; and this isn't to devil's advocate it because I think it's important that I personally absorb that post, but part of my inner committee wants to say "yeesh, people who live that way are like the 'This Is Fine' Dog" (either the original or the update where the dog realizes that stuff can and should to a limited extent be done, and then is left with the trauma)
My strong emotional impulse is to not let emotions get out of hand and become self-perpetuating; and then the question becomes, does that mean I either don't feel emotions properly in the first place, or that I live a life of repressed emotions... or am I finding a third way that works for me, where I still have a pretty rich emotional life, but have a knack for weeding out emotions that aren't going to serve me, while those emotions are still young sprouts.
And it's not to condemn people who live otherwise in engaging emotions; some part of that is, they don't have a choice but to engage in emotions more fundamentally even after they've self-perpetuated (like that's just how their mind/body is, or that's a result of their experiences and upbringing as well as their body) and of course many others wouldn't live "my way" even if it was a clear option, for fear of maybe I've stunted myself or otherwise sacrificed too much
Joel Coen's "The Tragedy of Macbeth", Reviewed by Ethan Coen. HAHAHAHAHA BRILLIANT
Some entertaining and thoughtful book reviews of old Jules Verne novels by my online buddy Matt McIrvin:
From the Earth to the Moon and Round the Moon
Around the World in 80 Days
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea
Journey to the Center of the Earth
The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was.I made an exclaiming grunt while still in bed this morning, Melissa was worried from the other room, but told her I was just swearing at the morning.
Anyway I think of this line a lot.
You know, a little spray whipped cream on some microwave oatmeal is kind of terrific.
Cool internal scans of Nintendo handhelds from the GameBoy to the Switch.
Bananas produce antimatter, releasing one positron--the antimatter equivalent of an electron--about every 75 minutes. This occurs because bananas contain a small amount of potassium-40, a naturally occurring isotope of potassium. As potassium-40 decays, it occasionally spits out a positron in the process.I am sort of envisioning the Star Ship Enterprise, and like Scotty and some other crew members frantically shoveling in great heaps of unpeeled bananas (fresh from the replicator) like it was coal for a locomotive.
I've farted. I just thought I'd let you know. I was going to sit here silent and look at you. Then I thought, nah, I'll tell you about it.This documentary cements it... I guess I like John but ultimately Ringo is my favorite Beatle.
Were friendships always so fragile? I suspect not. But we now live in an era of radical individual freedoms. All of us may begin at the same starting line as young adults, but as soon as the gun goes off, we're all running in different directions; there's little synchrony to our lives. We have kids at different rates (or not at all); we pair off at different rates (or not at all); we move for love, for work, for opportunity and adventure and more affordable real estate and healthier lifestyles and better weather.Thinking about adult friendship, and now trying to cultivate/revive some ones I've been missing. (You know, one critical step to revival is self-forgiveness, put away the self-recrimination for letting it go so long...)
Yet it's precisely because of the atomized, customized nature of our lives that we rely on our friends so very much. We are recruiting them into the roles of people who once simply coexisted with us -- parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, fellow parishioners, fellow union members, fellow Rotarians.
Also thinking about how bands fill that social role for me. Like in context of Robert D. Putnam's "Bowling Alone" thesis, in terms of how much less community-group oriented like in the USA is now... I mean the parallels between a good HONK band and a good church community, say, are pretty blatant!
Just got a set of AMGAMING Ergonomic Chair Arm Pads, 11" Latex Foam Arm Covers for $20.... nice! So cushion-y for my elbows and that part of my forearm... I think I lean to hard on them in my office chair otherwise.
The guy running my team's daily standup has been getting us to throw in joke-of-the-days, generally bad kid puns. Last night I came up with this as I drifted to sleep:
What's a dog's favorite type of easy chair?
Men Have No Friends and Women Bear the Burden. Puzzling through some of this, and the parts that seem to apply and not apply to me, and why.
The first challenging part for me is how... I dunno, the implied claim that it is inevitable that big emotions are swilling around, and men are less good at dealing with them. The latter is probably true (on average, and with recognition that thinking in gender stereotypes needs to go with a big grain of salt) but the first part, and so the whole thing, kind of presumes that these emotions have to be big in the first place. That is to say, that emotions of that ferocity are just an inevitable feature of everyone's interior landscape, while for me there's a lot more of a "which wolf will win / the one you feed" aspect. I mean, every emotion that spontaneously appears should be accepted, and the ones that serve you can be focused on, and they're the ones that grow. And the ones that are negative, they should not be denied, but you shouldn't throw the old growlights on them, necessarily. For me sometimes the catharsis of working through, say, a sadness and weeping a bit or an anger and lashing out feels good... but recognizing these times as transient, and not necessarily reflecting the fullness of our interior landscape, seems like a good talent to have.
(Random, "just-so" story, half-baked theory: my friend had this theory that babies and toddlers get swamped by emotions, in part because of the smaller physical size of the brain relative to the parts generating emotional signals, like the amount of hormones or neurochemicals flowing over them. And I have always had this oversized cranium. Could that weirdly make it easier for me to keep from being swept away by emotions?)
I guess the other thing I don't readily absorb or accept are lines like "Since vulnerability is, unfortunately, still perceived as a weakness instead of a strength, having hard conversations that involve vulnerability is something men often try to avoid." Like, part of that seems absurd? Almost by definition, "vulnerability" is a weakness. I mean, it might be a worthwhile weakness - like building up too much resiliency might lead to too bigger negative problems and inability to connect with others. And you want to be strong and secure enough in your life as a whole that you're able to admit to specific vulnerabilities - if you're having to disguise vulnerabilities, that sucks! If you are overall vulnerable, if that is the truth of the matter, you should always be able to accept that. But "vulnerability is a strength" seems like a paradoxical phrase that needs a lot of caveats.
It's the Year of the Tiger!
(He says, noticing, cripes, his own birth sign as another 12-year cycle has gone by :-D )
Led by that sports betting spot, there's a strong Ancient Rome vibe in a lot of the ads, which is kind of an odd flex for our late empire days.
How the hell did Bobsled happen? Like, skiing, there were hills, ice skating, there were frozen ponds. But somehow sledding, they started making these giant runs covered in ice?
It seems weird that so many movies aren't available for streaming, like even to rent or buy individually. After watching the Get Back documentary and hearing all the late era Beatles' referencing Hamburg, I want to rewatch this pretty decent movie "Backbeat" about their time there. (Great soundtrack; they had modern bands cover their songs with a kind of punk-ish vibe, trying to convey how the music was pretty raw for its time.) So it's either my DVD of it, or maybe I'll order the Blu-Ray, since now even my unfussy eyes note so much less than 1080p resolution.
It hit me the other day *exactly* what NFT's are.
When you were a kid, you ever play "that's my car, or that's my house" with your friends? Point to something and say "that's mine?"
It's literally just *that* written down on a computer network.
TIL the shiny sousaphone during the hip hop Super Bowl halftime show was Devon Taylor (from Preservation Hall + Young Fellaz and Postmodern Jukebox and more)
"Oh we could watch the Olympics..."Happy Valentines and Like Some Winter Olympics Day!
"Yeah, like I want to watch those dumbos! I'm no athlete but at least I know not to ski BACKWARDS. And you ski ON THE GROUND not like up in the air and spinning around."
roses are red
and your boobs are hot
my love poem's bad
but i love you a lot
violets are blue
well actually purple
you make me happy
like a big milkshake slurp'll
i wanna b a minimalist so bad but i just love Stuff
Among my many goals is to hopefully inspire folk to be immodestly happy with their lives. Just. Reveling in the joy of being themselves. Unashamed -- without harm to anyone else -- and just fully and completely in love with their lives and their flesh and their hearts.
The sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown.
So weird to figure that dreams almost certainly provide us with an evolutionary advantage, that somehow working through problems in that dream logic way or getting our subconscious to talk to the rest of us, even in that transient way, has real utility. Or at the very least is deeply associated with other benefits we enjoy.
I mean that factor is not unique to humans but still. (I wonder what animals do and don't dream)
Good explanation of why not to be on the side of crypto. Its promise is "decentralized" (as in, "deregulated") finance but the game really is about consolidation of power as the biggest broker.
Wait, why do I remember "Surfin' Safari" going "load up the woody / with the boards on top / And put on my faded blue jeans" but the one I just bought goes "loading up our woody / with our boards inside / then headed out singing our song"?
Ugh. Surfboards go on top of the woody wagon, right? And "faded blue jeans" is so much more mood than this Smurfs-like "headed out singing our song"
I guess people are clowning on 50 Cent looking heavy at the Super Bowl, but he was no non-sense getting things done.
The other day I was wondering why I grew up with a different version of "Surfin' Safari" than the one I just bought from iTunes; someone pointed out it might be the single vs the album version.
That single came to me from some cassette tapes McDonalds released in 1987 or so, "Rockin' Gold". (For a long time I thought the tapes were called "Shake Rattle and Fries" or maybe "Shake Burger and Fries" but I guess that was just a promotional song)
There were 4 tapes in all... I had "Rockin' Classics" and "Summer Classics", but there was also "Dancin' Classics" and "Lovin Classics"
This metafilter lists tracks for 3 of them but I had to use this Ebay listing for Rockin' Classics:
- Bill Haley & The Comets - Shake Rattle & Roll
- Everly Brothers - Wake Up Little Susie
- Jackie Wilson - Lonely Teardrops
- Lloyd Price - Stagger Lee
- Dion - Runaround Sue
- Jerry Lee Lewis - Great Balls of Fire
- Chiffons - He's So Fine
- Del Shannon - Runaway
- Beach Boys – Surfin' Safari
- Chiffons – One Fine Day
- Chad & Jeremy – A Summer Song
- Dion – The Wanderer
- The Lovin' Spoonful – Summer In The City
- Shangri-Las – Remember (Walking In The Sand)
- The Cascades – Rhythm Of The Rain
- Jamies – Summertime, Summertime
I missed Lovin Classics:
- The Righteous Brothers – (You're My) Soul And Inspiration
- Barbara Lewis – Baby I'm Yours
- The Shirelles – Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
- Phil Phillips – Sea Of Love
- The Association – Cherish
- Bobby Vinton – Blue Velvet
- Teddy Bears – To Know Him Is To Love Him
- The Capris – There's A Moon Out Tonight
- Chubby Checker – Let's Twist Again
- Joey Dee & The Star Liters – Shout
- Hollywood Argyles – Ally Oop
- Frankie Ford – Sea Cruise
- Sam & Dave – Soul Man
- Isley Brothers – Twist & Shout
- Wilbert Harrison – Kansas City
- Del Vikings – Come Go With Me
A real life Zen Koan, from 1999:
The Student was stuck in traffic on Memorial Drive and ranting and raving about the infuriating malice or at least callous indifference of the world to his preferences. Then, adding injury to insult, the Driver from the other lane snuck in ahead in a clear violation of the alternate merge rules that were a hallmark of civilized society. Noting the Student's renewed raging fury in his rear view mirror, the Driver Ahead stuck his thumbs in his ears and made moose antlers.
At that moment, the Student was enlightened.
I'm about halfway through my reread of "Gödel Escher Bach". Easier going than I feared, though to be honest I haven't bothered with most of the formal logic/ system exercises.
It's interesting how rereading a book that felt monumentally important to you long ago on its first read makes a kind of one way, clouded dialog between your old and current selves; you ponder how your old self responded to certain passages the first time.
Also interesting to be reminded that humans were still beating computers at chess; one suspects that AlphaZero is doing something akin to the kind of "chunking" that gave 1980-era human chess masters a strong edge over computers of the time.
Still bothered there's not a digital edition of this book; I suppose the references to illustrations would get fiddly but not insurmountably so. Does anyone know... like when a book gets reprinted, how has it been stored in the meanwhile? What are the 1980-era and modern forms of commercial black and white printing and storage?
There are two types of drivers. Those that pretend the emergency brake button launches missiles. And those that pretend it controls the nitrous booster.
via headspace-hotel who adds "Dear god, please support your local library because there's no way in hell that idea could be re-introduced once it lost its existing foothold in the world."
Musing on Scientology and "Body Thetans". Like, I wonder if there are some parallels between thinking in terms of "Body Thetans" attaching themselves to our true selves and the idea of "mind as a committee", like where there might be one self "committee member" who is the slow-deciding narrator, but other parts of the mind seem to have their own agenda (see also Internal Family Systems). If that inner narrator has the right to claim "truest selfness" is an open question for me.
I mean, empirically, there might be pragmatic good to come to individuals in Scientology, though likely outweighed by what the church itself demands for its own secretive powermongering. And, maybe looking at like Travolta and Cruise as possible "success stories" is like judging the lottery by the winners.
I wonder if sympathy for Body Thetans is ever encouraged. I mean here you have these poor aliens chained to a volcano by Xenu or whatever... aren't they just looking to get along, like everybody else?
Peloton's new Lanebreaker - I think it's good they're making a game out of the physical activity, but hope they get to something like the arcade game Prop Cycle - why not pretend to fly??
ripping the lil panties off a Reese's is the most erotic thing you can do
Heh, missed the physical vs NFT auction for Steve Jobs' job application.
You want me to pay attention to the details? The thing that the devil is in?
How perfectly goddamned delightful it all is, to be sure.
Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.
Sandy Bates: "But shouldn't I stop making movies and do something that counts, like-like helping blind people or becoming a missionary or something?"(With usual disclaimers about not endorsing Woody Allen in general...) There is something nicely Taoist about this view. It's a phrasing that comes to me often.
Voice of Martian: "Let me tell you, you're not the missionary type. You'd never last. And-and incidentally, you're also not Superman; you're a comedian. You want to do mankind a real service? Tell funnier jokes."
This morning during our weekly call, Cora suggested I bust out my toy box like I had a long while back, and she was interested in the small number Transformers I have - especially Ravage, both in classic Cassette form and then a function USB-stick I bought on a whim a few years ago.
We enjoyed watching this video on "Ravage through the ages" -
That "Transformers: The Basics on..." series is pretty cool... while I only ever "got into" the original 80s cartoon and toys, I'll pick up the odd model now and then. It's cool to see how artists and designers have taken some of the core characters throughout some very different retellings of the theme. (And, famously, even the original toys were mostly borrowed from other series back in Japan...)
S'funny, maybe Transformers were one of the more popular forays into Japanese pop culture - like they had a lot more presence than anime for a long while. And they were kind of neck-and-neck with G.I. Joe in the 80s - similar vibe, the whole toys-with-stories thing in the wake of deregulation and Star Wars - despite the different national origins. I imagine the old Barbie size G.I. Joe Dolls that predate the "action figures" didn't have much lore?
Oh, actually this video in the series covers both the Japanese lines and then the Star Wars / GI Joe co-influences...
this different series, even more toy-centric, got a better feel for the era. It's kind of weird how the toys and cartoons were just released in like a flood over two years? and how they had such an outsized impact on me and kid pop culture in general.
impossibly incompetent flâneur attempts Pascal's gambit on all faiths rendering himself apostate to all(yes i had to look up "flâneur")
One day, your skull will be as empty as a conch shell on a fence post,
full of wind and gentle quiet.
Today, it's a cauldron of ghosts.
Flesh and electricity.
Water and memory.
A machine that makes reality.
Now. Here. Your skull is the garden where fact flowers into meaning.
A frightful looking man comes in and looks at himself in the mirror.(via Harper's Magazine)
"Why look at yourself in the mirror? You'll only feel disgust at what you see."
The frightful-looking man answers me: "Monsieur, according to the immortal principles of '89, all men are equal in their rights. Therefore it is my right to look at myself in the mirror. Whether I do with pleasure or disgust is of concern only to my conscience."
Common sense was no doubt on my side. But from a legal standpoint, he could hardly be faulted.
I am grateful we have neighbors like Canada and Mexico and not Russia.
(Hmm, I guess for Mexico the inverse of that statement is historically less true.)
Anyway. Any plan for the ultimate Twosday of our lives? I can't think of much besides have two servings of dessert and saying "deuces" for goodbye a lot.
Again, the really insulting thing is how the Russians and their buddies aren't even trying very hard in the false flag chicanery. here the DPR shows a guy who got his leg blown off by a Ukrainian artillery strike. Except he must be REALLY unlucky, because he already had a prosthesis on that leg..
For a long time I've been wanting to get a MAME-ish Arcade retro setup going - anything I could use an analog control with (interested in Food Fight and Time Pilot '84)
In theory I'm embarrassed for choice, OpenEmu on Mac RetroPi, Xbox Series X dev license, etc. OpenEmu seemed like the obvious solution, but weirdly I couldn't get my USB Xbox 360 controller to work with it. But, finally, I figured out I could pair my PS4 controller to it, and OpenEMU seemed more comfortable with that.
Ugh, I take it back - I guess the control is still analog :-(
Happy Two Two-Two Two-Two Tuesday! The two-siest day of our lives! (Even 2/22/2222 will be a damn Friday.)
February 22, 2022
Do everything twice today! And say "deuces" when heading out.
But.. wait... why have I never noticed that the word "two" is like, spelled or pronounced completely wrong? It's the February (or maybe even the Wednesday) of the numbers under ten...
Fuck you, Putin.
People talk a lot about the fact that we don't get to take our money with us when we die, but realistically it's not like we get to take our memories and experiences with us into the void either.
I'm seeing a lot of "praying" for Ukraine.
To undo the hint of triumphalism from Jesus Jones....
Right here, right now
Watching the world wake up from waking up from history
(Still no other place I want to be. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.)
From military historian Bret Devereaux: Understanding the War in Ukraine. The invasion was planned months ago, Putin was never going to negotiate, NATO had limited options before the invasion.
of all the realms we could have swam in, we got this one. there are realms where you can slice and eat fallen stars like apples, where you can steal pain with a kiss, or enter dreams through a blue door, but we got this one. this one, with its bread and its dirt, and its poems.
Weirdly jocular reminder that the outlandish scenario of "Red Dawn" (USSR staging an invasion of the western USA) is all too real in Ukraine right now, and I guess this kind of citizen soldier life is a serious option
Comped drinks for the mardi gras band at Pivotal Brewing Company in Rhode Island!
17 Biblical Things (That Are Nowhere In The Bible) - I think some of these are debatable but I'm often struck by how abibilical a lot of American Folk Christianity is... like getting winged off to the Pearly Gates for judgement overseen by St Peter right at death isn't really in the book...
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This is, it seems to me, a general principle: you get bored with something not when you have exhausted its repertoire of behavior, but when you have mapped out the limits of the space that contains is behavior.Ties in with an idea I come to in thinking about my sense of a "what's it all about" higher purpose for humanity; for me I put it as "the creation of categorical novelty", or in this context new behavior spaces.
I am back to thinking that almost all cognition is rooted in interaction and powered by metaphor. Slippery verbs all the way down, nouns are just clumps of possible interactions with other nouns.
Most of my way through my reread of this hugely important to me book, I am struck by how quotable it isn't. It seems resistant to having good summary bon mots harvested from it, like maybe what it's trying to get across is more holistic in that sense, more dependent on a web of supporting ideas than many other works that yield a nice quote that appeals to what the reader already knows.
just ate a Trader Joe's cheeseburger burrito - (yea, for breakfast. don't judge) super good.
my friend miller mini-quiches and my favorite is the cheeseburger variety.
trying to pin down the flavor that i'm responding to. like i think with "cheeseburger flavor" - the meat and cheese are mostly the texture, but there's something in the sweet and salty - but not the kind of fruity, sugary sweet that i hate when juxtaposed with savory. Maybe it's the relish? I think Thousand Island dressing has a similar vibe.
Maybe I need to explore relish, but maybe not the sweet kind? like pickles come dill and sweet, why does it see like relish comes only sweet? is that what goes into "cheeseburger flavor"?
Water is technically what a rainbow tastes like.
The worst part of SNL recurring guest hosts is that so-predictable "5 Timers Club" horeshit.
Also. Weird how often dogs are on these days, it's like the show is just lightly being programmed by an algorithm...
Had that dream again where I'm a pterodactyl but can't fly too good and all the other pterodactyls call me a "terribledactyl" and dinosaur laugh at me.
I admit I'm not entirely delighted with my own appreciation of what seems to be hard-nosed analysis of military stuff (not that I'm a "watch endless WW2 documentaries on History Channel" but its similar energy... especially since I currently feel more or less safely away from current events) but this seems like a good twitter thread