from exercise videos to media moguls . people are weird. i didn’t even know she was married to him. i thought she was married to peter fonda. whoops.
Archive for April, 2001
exchange: the duel
The following is an excerpt of an opening IM conversation i had with a friend:
technohype: whatup fly guy
fuzzy boy : nothing much bland man
technohype: that’s cool stale male
fuzzy boy: if you were bulimic, you would be a “hurl girl”
technohype: if you liked anal sex, you’d be a “butt slut”
fuzzy boy: if you were nonexpressive, you would be a “dot-bot”
teknohype: if you rated people with both reproductive organs, you’d be a “hermaphroditic critic”
fuzzy boy conceded.
Word of the Day: discourse
- sample sentence 1)
- In a bout of heated discourse, Socrates and I settled the issue.
- sample sentence 2)
- Bob may dislike American beers, but that is no reason to discourse.
Why are golf balls dimpled? for the answer to this question and many others, check out How Things Work. It’s a neat site that I’ve used sometimes. No math. Just basic layman answers. oh yeah, and find out the final word about Superheated liquids in the Microwave!!
i can’t figure out my blog archives yet. i don’t understand it.
so this will be a giant blog page for now. until i have it running.
i may consult aliens for advice.
Sometimes when I’m alone, I begin to worry profusely about the heat death of the universe. I mean, this is a serious issue here. The inevitable death of everything!
The growing amount of entropy affects almost all our activities. Look at the gym, for instance. Such a waste of energy. People run around a circle; people give heavy masses more gravitational energy, and then release it opulently. What a waste! So much heat dissipated and lost. I say, if people want to get fit? Fine. Devise a giant generator and schedule in everyone for a shift at turning a big crank. might as well get some milliamps out of people.
What else? How about elevators? We get lifted up in these boxes-on-ropes, and then take the elevator down. Electrical energy used in both stages. But, people high-up already have so much GPE in them. Why not have some free-falling elevators? People at the top pile in, press “DOWN”, and latches release, and they plummet down. To brake, why not use a giant magnet slow them down. ooh oohh. SHM! simple harmonic motion. some SHM elevators would be good. with a pulley.
I don’t know. this post is awful. my posts are awful. i had all these high flying ideas set up, but they never work out. i think i’m putting too much expectations into them, and too much pretense. well, no more! just rambles from now on. screw my readership. screw you all.
contact
Wow. Just finished rewatching the movie Contact. It has been my experience that movies in most cases evoke one of two possible feelings: 1) happiness/appreciation, at the fact that the lives of those just witnessed are not our own; and 2) excitement, at having been reintroduced to the world. More on the latter, movies can show us not only foreign places and settings, but lives interacting within these settings.
I saw the Grand Canyon, aging and still the most magnificant brown. I saw forestry in Puerto Rico with villages of people interspersed. Where am I? I am watching these things on a cathode ray screen– twelve floors above street level– in a building on Columbia campus– in the City of New York– on a beautiful Saturday night– in the middle of ever-vanishing youth! Again, I find myself asking, what the hell am I doing?
I am currently filled with sensations of opportunity and wonderment. But come morning, they will disappear, I assure you. So what am I to do? I have a hunch that life is… uncapitalized by me. And I am frustrated.
“Then go out and do something!” cries the impatient reader. Good idea.
Imagine you are placed in the middle of a forest. No indicators of geographic direction. No sun directions, no mold on trees. No knowledge of where you were before. No beaten paths, no sign posts. What is your first step? Do you walk forward, assuming that behind your back are your previous steps? Do you turn slightly and walk in a random direction? Do you walk towards that tree to your right because it has an interesting bug on it? What’s the matter, traveler? Do you need to know where you had come from? Do you now need a direction from which to guide you?
That is a inaccurate story. People know where they’ve been. People have a feeling for where they want to go. If not these two, then people at least know that they like an insect enough to walk towards it on a sunny day in the forest.
Lost or distracted?
The First Post
Greetings. This is my first post. Woohoo! I created this blog to a) provide a forum for my half-finished thoughts and incomplete essay and b) spare my friends of my unbearable introspective moods.
In this blog, I will rant, postulate, examine, emote, and, lastly, whine. If I stumbled upon an enlightening or beautiful thought, I’ll try to explain, elaborate, explore it and its implications. If I find something interesting on the web and it makes me think, I’ll post a link and my resultant thoughts on the subject. If I remember a word that I like a lot, I’ll list it, and use it in several different sentences. I’ll try to adhere to a form of grammar and style, in order to boost my languishing literary skills. If I use another contraction, I will edit it out. This is starting to sound like a constitution of sorts… sheesh. Alright, enough with the preliminaries! On to —