If you like the hand-eye coordination testing of 3D pong, try kick-ups.
Archive for November, 2001
You’ve seen hampsters dance. how about pikachus?
Rest in Peace, Mr. Harrison dies. This kind of news is only good for perverse services.
Forget about fishing for domain names. Just get a custom license plate. The NY state DMV has a cool online lookup site.
speck
Sometimes I get in these moods, and I become suddenly aware of how little knowledge I have with respect to all of the knowledge one could have. I believe I know a lot of things as of now, spanning wide swarths of human knowledge. physics, math, philosophy, car mechanics, computers, music, photography, current events, etc etc. Yet I know there are all of these gaps that I know I need to fill in before I can declaim myself an adult of responsiblity ready to inherit the world. I need to brush up on 1000 years of world history, and then learn more about computers. After that, I think I’ll be sated.
cockledoodledoo
oh. my. god. it is early. someone tuck me in, for christ’s sake.
bang! zoom! wow.
Wow oh wow. Like many many others, I caught quite the show with the Leonid meteor storm. I went back to New Jersey to watch it. Took the 9pm bus Sat night, took a nap at home, woke up at about 3:30am, met up with some others (my mom went too. aww), and snuck into Monmouth Battlefield Park. Stayed til about 6am, and got on the first bus back to NYC. On the way back, I managed to catch the sunrise off the river and NYC skyline. By the time I got back to Columbia, I was soooo mellowed out. ::sighs::
Oh yeah, I tried to take some pictures of the sky, but I don’t think I actually caught any meteors on film. I’ll develop them, and if any came out, I’ll post em here.
I need a handle badly. In other words, an online identity. I have none. Because I want a domain name and a new screen name. help!
future coding project #1
AIM’s interface can get pretty annoying. See, AIM should adapt ICQ’s ability to hide the more advanced features from novice users. Because AIM is just too dumbed down. There’s no power in it. It’s as flaccid of a program as you can get.
Ok, so if I had the time and got to tweak AIM (and of course, break the End User License Agreement), one of the first things I would do is modify the way the buddy list is set up. I do not like the “groups” method. I would prefer a method driven around “priority”. People with higher assigned “priority” (that is, my close friends, family) would float to the top of the Online list, if they are online. Granted, I guess I could just move up someone’s name manually in the List set-up, but conceptually, it’s not a clean method. It’s a fix. and practical way to do it. I don’t know. this isn’t making sense.
Whoa, posts 12 hours apart. on the same topic. Creepy. never play charades until 5am in the morning.
Forget Harry Potter! This weekend is all about the storm
It is approaching!!! I think Shira, a high school friend of mine, invited me to go with her to some park to see it. Let me know right away if you definitely want to see this; I’ll see what I can do.
banality is my bane
i’m 19 years old and already I am getting really annoyed at the same old conversations. The kind of conversations I’m talking about go something like this:
they: So… how did your test go?
me: Awful. I think I did really poorly.
they I’m sure you did better than you think. It’s ok. You’ll be alright.
How did you know how I did, They?! Did you take my test? Did you read my answers? Granted, such words are supposed to just comfort me, but it’s not comforting at all because they have no basis and are as empty as my grave. The above conversation has various permutations. But you get the gist of the kind of conversations I’m talking about, right?
::sighs:: I think that I am just really frustrated at the universe right now. And I still can’t believe my own stupid suitemates don’t even read my blog. I have readers from different countries who are people that I do not even know and yet my suitemates do not come to this nexus of insight and knowledge. Bah!!!
out of control
Q: Can hair be too long?
A: Look at my hair. It is out of control. I’m a friggin hippie. Two weeks until Thanksgiving (aka going home for a haircut; i refuse to get one here), can I bear it? Or, even better, can all my friends who have to look at my wacko mane all day bear it? I have more hair than I know what to do with. I can’t just stick it up. Then I look like I am frightened all the time. I can’t hear a hat. I’m not a hat-person (nor am I a cat-person, a dog-person, a people-person, a mole person, a hygenic person, nor a nice person, but I digress.) Maybe a head-band. Those are all the rage now, right? Yeah, I’ll get a cool headband. With some sort of action-filled animal on it. Or maybe one endorsed by a famous athlete. Hair Jordans. Sa-weet. Life in America is good.
in defense of a bracelet
I was fixing my little hemp bracelet while chilling with my suitemates, and one of them remarked, “You know that’s such a white boy thing, right?”
See, these kinds of comments really irritate me. Not only because, a) it seeks to label and pigeonhole my actions, which is frustrating because I, in all my splendid arrogance, always believe that everything I do is exceptional and special in some way; and b) it also calls into question just how Chinese I am, which, well, we will not get into right now.
Granted, things handmade out of hemp have been all the rage among white suburban teenagers, but I think mine should earn some respect in its own right. A friend at Gov School on the Environment(summer 1999) was making all sorts of things at out of hemp, at the time. He made an ankh, a belt, and started taking orders from his fellow scholars/campers. I, with an eye towards Buddha bead bracelets, asked for a hemp bracelet with lots of beds on it. And that’s what I got. A mix of hemp and beads. A blend of east and west, right on my wrist!
I wore it all the time at first. But then a part of it sort of broke, and I discontinued use. This past summer, I was cleaning my disheveled little room and I stumbled upon it. I decided to start wearing it again. And I think it looks really cool. Very distinct. My own little thing.
Now, let’s get to this whole “white boy” comment. In response, I was very ready to launch into an angry “Should I instead be wearing the Thuggy Asian uniform?” tirade, but such bitterness did not seem warranted, so I held my tongue.
Let this be the place where I officially declare my hatred of Thuggy Asians. I cannot stand them. Ugh. They make me shiver and laugh at the same time; fear and immense amusement have never gone together so well. I will articulate this more later.
::sighs:: ok. long post. sorry. i’m going to bed. goodnight.
“cul-de-sac” sounds like a slang term for castration.
mind your photons, dammit
Light pollution is a big problem:
This light (and the energy it takes to produce it) is not only being wasted–since in most cases it is a byproduct of street and building lighting intended to shine downward–it is also the source of light pollution, because it is scattered by particles in the atmosphere and inadvertently brightens the night sky.
I remember my neighbors in my cul-de-sac back home had crazy landscape lighting; drove me nuts. I couldn’t see hardly see the moon with all that light pollution (dramatization).
However, there are still lots of places with dark (and as a result, beautiful) skies. I did a search for places in NJ. Surprise! High Bridge, NJ is one of them. Hey, Yau, you listening? You UNC bum. Get back in time for the meteor shower.
Wow, now the ICQ porn solicitors are getting forceful:
f you are 18 year older see me now http://www.——.com/elenoire
(update: address erased cuz I was going google hits for the pron address).