12.05.2005

I Joined Kung Fu

and i'm scared.

I have also started running again (in earnest); i have a race on 12-29.
I am running stairs tonight. Somebody bring me a banana.

I have also committed to playing soccer once a week starting in January.

Boy, it's really feast or famine with me, eh?

Parting thought: Sawzall is our FRIEND. so is ipod.

8.02.2005

Foiled No More!

When I type, my fingers move like those of Lewis Black: spastically, of their own free will, and not in the direction they were told to go. Because of this, the natural extension of my 'home row' is the Backspace key. The Backspace key is my friend. (It was not always my friend; on the typewriter in high school typing class, it activated the auto-Wite-Out process and ended up costing me more time and points. But in the modern age, we are chums.)

The Backspace key has a Homer Simpson of a neighbor: the Insert key. It just sits there, drunk, waiting to screw up your whole train of thought and forcing you to punch it so you can undo the damage it did. (As far as I can tell, this key ceased to have any useful function at about the same time as the mouse was invented. I think they just keep it there for symmetry.)

Because of my previously-described inept fingers, this whole frustrating scenario happens about 10 or so times a week. This afternoon, however, I used the phone-a-friend lifeline and called THE INTERNET. In 0.33 seconds, it told me how to disable the key using a macro (geeks: www.annoyances.org/exec/show/article08-105). Wonderful. I am happy. No more growling.


As I am thinking about my concluding paragraph, I realize that others will probably not find the point (being: you could mess with people pretty significantly by setting their keys to do crazy things) nearly as funny as I did when I thought of it 30 minutes ago and decided to blog about it.

So if you read all this and are not laughing or thinking deviously, my sincerest apologies.

6.09.2005

unbelievable.

Read this (link in title). Interesting applications, plastic society, whatever. The real gem, however, is the last paragraph. Is it actually possible that this person is not aware of the entertainment event that some say defined a generation?

I'm sorry that the long silence was broken by this. I've been trying to come up with something meaningful to say, but I just couldn't be the only person (in my sphere of influence) that knew about this.

4.15.2005

my musical evolution

i periodically browse music blogs, such as stereogum.com. many offer links to songs, expect that you will use the site as you would a library, and remove the links if asked to. sometimes they point you to other places with good music you never would have heard otherwise.

case in point: fiona apple, "extraordinary machine" is something i probably would have glanced past at the record store. however, after downloading it, burning it, and listening to it about five times straight, i will now make a point to purchase it. when it comes out, that is. that's the twist of this, because the line (for me) is taking the music when you could pay for it, but in this case i actually can't. there is much drama about this on the web if you care to look for it, but the general consensus is that sony is dumb.

anyway, what i am trying to say is that this situation is somewhat like the experience you get at a fancy car dealership, when they give you the sweet car to drive over the weekend, and by monday you are ready to shell out the cash.

in short, i never really had an opinion on fiona, and i was not expecting to like this. i suppose that begs the question "why did you download it in the first place?" to which i have no answer. but it is undeniably good.

until next month...

1.17.2005

The Power of Music Compels You

My new mission: to restore the faith of at least one person in the ability of new musicians to create interesting, provacative, and/or generally good music. This is not as easy as it may seem. For every band that has something relevant to offer, there are at least a thousand hacks out there. Most of them are not even really trying to say anything new or creative, and probably a hundred of them have released albums.

Nevertheless, I will attempt this great feat. However, as many of you know, I am notorious for long and sporadic disappearances from the public eye (a trait shared by some of my examples of the current saviours of music). In an attempt to force myself to write and to ensure your frequent checkbacks, I will therefore draw this process out over as many blogs as I possibly can. In fact, I think you should check back later this week for the first installment.

spf