October 2011
4 posts
his name was jason and he used to chase me on the playground and when he caught me, he would skip berries in my palm, you know, to create a link. and his other friends would chase after my little friend and squish berries in their palms but he was the leader and I got the leader.
TWombly-dedum
Tread lightly on Baktunian centers of power or risk their black-hole’s pull. The next front does not rest contented in what is known or in rebuilding old niches. The mountainous anthills are but dead ends to be forsaken for the darker valleys, forest of unexplored knowledge. But it is not a de Leon journey towards an impossible goal.
\interval lude
safe
Ticking noise in darkness....
TWombly-dedee
* A long time ago, there was a war between the sexes for control of the world and women lost the earth. It was men who got to decide the structure of society; what was acceptable, good, moral, the color of right. Now the turnkey of history has shifted as existing structures no longer bear the weight of time.
* A difference of one hour, one hotel, one gentleman. Time and singularity provide the...
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May 2011
1 post
Check it 6/17/11 @ Greenpoint Gallery →
March 2009
1 post
google voice! google voice!
February 2009
3 posts
tallest man
coworkers invited me to take contact boxing with them. then john ridiculed my preference for non contact “kickboxing”
is it just me or are guys with cats on their heads a new trend?
kafka is nutso
the trial did not redeem him, and he is officially off my reading list
January 2009
4 posts
on page 5 of kafka’s the trial and so far brings to mind funny games - middle class tragedy of manners plus self-assimilation.
5 games women love, according to msn
categories are:
jewelry
[wedding] cake
flowerZZZ!!
fashion !!!
and No. 1: follow the dumbass bouncing ball
thank you X chromosome. i pray the world doesn’t turn me into a cranky old vonnegut before i turn 30.
proust is to existentialism as houellebecq is to...
i have found my god and his name is houellebecq
Sufjan:: Christmas In The Room
December 2008
7 posts
Melissa Manchester: Don’t Cry Out Loud
Tom Waits: The Earth Died Screaming
sometimes i dream of deadlines and thinking inside the box.
death cab
i lurv sea wolf
omfg
how bad can bad matlab code get?
three for loops instead of optimizing on matlab’s vectorized indexing
not understanding the function application ordering of :
adding unnecessary dimensions to vectors, which are then never used
using empty if statements to iterate through for loop
assigning junk padding to parts of array, assuming user will know which parts are not junk
...
from a basement on the hill II
November 2008
13 posts
alas, jonathan is but a distant memory now
i love when i go a few days w/o wearing a bra and then wear one and it’s like, dude, i have cleavage, or something to the effect of drawing the eye downward.
on pelevin, that arrogant russian futurist
(j/k, not really sure what the futurist movement was about)
she claims the Russian male has no soul but what she suggests is pure sensationalism, not spiritual transgression.
existance exists in perception, the duration of it in the diabolical demiurge.
my sebaceous glands smell of cheese
I am thoroughly ashamed of myself for the past week or so for being such a uptight ass. I blame it on the steroids.
for you, a modigliani, no nudity required
note to self
kokoshka, chagall, giacometti, ernst
i hope the pre-celebratory dumbasses running...
i can understand the market going down because the democrats are in office, but why are gay marriage bans up getting pushed through all around the nation?
p.s. i’ll happily vote democratic from the safety of Seattle’s demographic. for all that giuliani and bloomberg did to clean up ny, it’s back to square zero now.
October 2008
10 posts
“If your guy is suddenly going around all happy...
making plans to stalk dana vachon in france.
scotch makes everything better
3 books down; 2 to go
why do russian authors litter their novels with verse? and there is always literary discourse. and cultural meditation. as though the book could not rest as a work of art on its own but had to be crutched by philosophers, scientists, writers past and present.
merry columbus day
i crawled into the office in PJs and U.Conn teddy bear, unwashed and smelling of the pooch who slept on me.
i wonder how normal it is to be excited at the prospect of going home to read a pile of books: pelevin - at long last; heyer - cause i came out of the closet in 6th grade; and some book on the life and times of a wall st. dickwad. well, given that the rest of the week will be all...
does perverse imply deliberate?
i watched secretary a while back and went to bed with images of it on my mind. i was happy because i was finally pressured and dissatisfied with my work - which is the natural state every programmer should be in having realized that bug-free code is an impossible beacon. damn 4am insomnia, damn it to hell.
portishead
bloodsport
fargo cheerleader oneliner vs. a real human being
"Shower" is part of my daily todo list
“i can’t die until the government finds a safe place to bury my liver”
September 2008
18 posts
so...
wasn’t player piano the antithesis of atlas shrugged?
everything reduces to betting on the future, and fucking it over, whether it’s the next lottery ticket, the length of time that a particular toaster oven will last, insurance against catastrophic events, the next throw of the dice.
does the future really need to be hypothesized and molded, bet on, raped.
no one is going to learn squat from this credit crisis. “because we’re...
