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How many books are you reading, right now? On average?

Soooo sleeeepppy. Oh, how trying to wake up before 0700 has changed me. (It's working though.)

I can post from Adium, that's kind of neat. Might mean a lot of short posts though...

Jim Henson is clearly bad ass.

"1969. The same year Sesame Street premiered, Jim Henson released an
experimental television production called 'The Cube'. "

" 'The Cube' is about the existential dilemma faced by a man who
suddenly finds himself trapped inside an 8 foot by 8 foot cube. He
can't get out, but apparently other people can come and go as they
please through panels in the walls. At first the Man is curious, but
slowly gets more and more frustrated and dejected. It is a production
reminiscent of Huis Clos (No Exit) by Sartre; where physical
boundaries affirm the reality of psychological isolation. It is a
fascinating, dark film that is often offbeat and humorous. The 20
characters are all interesting parodies of common human stereotypes.
At times it seems that Jim Henson has created an existential drama
with people puppeting the roles instead of Muppets. On another layer,
TV itself is 'The Cube'. It presents us with attention deficit
clichés which offer no insights or answers - just entertainment. It
teases us with familiarity and humor, but ultimately leaves us feeling
empty and trapped."



Text taken from here: http://www.flaniganswake.com/TheCube/

The woman giving the speech is Kristi Malakoff. Right now, her art is hanging up in the Peterborough Art Gallery. It's wonderful stuff. And you can see bits of her work there in the background.

Heaven is of Honey


Heaven is of honey
and kisses
beeswork
blossomchannels
How do I know?
How could I forget?
Heaven is in the making
remains unfinished
a possibility
It there's a glimpse of it
In the little dance of tounges

As a reminder!

Heaven is all remembered
as an idea
for idiots
possessed by gods
that just waste space
and in case I wake up without a pen
I do not want to forget

That heaven is of honey
and kisses
Royal Jelly
for the queenbee
in the centre
How do I know?
How could I forget?

nataliedee.com

I though it would nice to tie two interests together here.

Photography as a form of journaling has recently caught my attention. I've started posting over at mylife_onceaday and eventually work up a massive post for adayinmylife.

Lastatempe kaptis mian atenton fotografio kiel speco de taglibrumi (vivregistri). Mi komencis al skribi ĉe mylife_onceaday kaj eble mi faros egan aĵon ĉe adayinmylife.

Mi serĉis Tekstaro.com por la Lernu.net vorton de la tagon, 'rekomendas', kaj mi trovis tion ĉi.

La “Fundamento de Esperanto” tute ne devas esti rigardata kiel la plej bona lernolibro kaj vortaro de Esperanto. Ho, ne! Kiu volas perfektiĝi en Esperanto, al tiu mi rekomendas la diversajn lernolibrojn kaj vortarojn, multe pli bonajn kaj pli vastajn, kiuj estas eldonitaj de niaj plej kompetentaj amikoj por ĉiu nacio aparte kaj el kiuj la plej gravaj estas eldonitaj tre bone kaj zorgeme, sub mia persona kontrolo kaj kunhelpo. Sed la “Fundamento de Esperanto” devas troviĝi en la manoj de ĉiu bona esperantisto kiel konstanta gvida dokumento, por ke li bone ellernu kaj per ofta enrigardado konstante memorigadu al si, kio en nia lingvo estas oficiala kaj netuŝebla, por ke li povu ĉiam bone distingi la vortojn kaj regulojn oficialajn, kiuj devas troviĝi en ĉiuj lernoverkoj de Esperanto, de la vortoj kaj reguloj rekomendataj private, kiuj eble ne al ĉiuj esperantistoj estas konataj aŭ eble ne de ĉiuj estas aprobataj. La “Fundamento de Esperanto” devas troviĝi en la manoj de ĉiu esperantisto kiel konstanta kontrolilo, kiu gardos lin de deflankiĝado de la vojo de unueco.

L. Zamenhof, Antaŭparolo de la Fundamento de Esperanto

Kaj la finparto de la cito ne ŝatas min. Ĝi semblas tro severa, aŭ ai. Mi scias ke tion estas necesa, kaj ni devas havi iom da 'reguloj netuŝebla', sed la ideo de 'oficialaj lingvaspektoj' estas strange.

Damn, do I ever want to go to these.

( Becoming a Porn Pioneer  )


( Becoming Sexually Comfortable )

Both of these workshops are with Buck Angel at Come as You Are. It's just at an unfortunate time of the year, and I'm not sure I should go.

So C was just in the bathroom, giving his nose a good blow before bed, and J runs up the stairs. Frought, and confused! He starts slamming on the door, C is blowing his nose, and then J goes "Are you okay?" Well... C was just blowing his nose, it was clear he was just blowing his nose, and apparently J thought something else was up. Many laughs, from me. Many laughs.

Hmm, an interesting word I ran into hypomnemata. An interesting practise at least.

Hi there. I was wondering if anyone has worked their language to a certain point, thrown out the lexicon, and generated a new one, perhaps using some sort of random generator. I know a lot of conlangs have well formed systems of phonology, etc. and a lot of conlangers are quite computer adept, so it wouldn't seem unreasonable for someone to try it.

I haven't been journaling, online or on paper, for a couple weeks now, and I can really feel it when I try to put pen to paper for anything constructive. I think I need to sit down with one of those mysteriously good cups of coffee, and write something.

"There was a time, not so long ago, when coffee in New York was just coffee. You drank it black with two sugars served in a blue Greek-diner cup. It was in your hand on the Penn Station platform when the Daily News screamed FORD TO CITY: DROP DEAD. You watched it go cold in your Upper West Side breakfast nook after the ’87 stock-market crash left you praying that your daughter wasn’t too attached to the pool in Southampton. And you drank it by the thermosful, with a splash from the flask, on frozen Sundays at the Meadowlands with your dad. Back then, coffee was just part of your New York life. It kept you functioning the morning after a late night, whether you were soothing a crabby baby or entertaining an insatiable Lower East Side ingenue.

Then came Starbucks. Suddenly, coffee was fetish elixir rather than morning fuel. Like wine, there were things to be learned: Ethiopian varietals, French presses, espresso macchiatos, and something called a Venti. This coffee was strong, too—quaffing a Grande or three a day marked you as a card-carrying member of the overachieving class. With its velvet couches, pleasantly bland mix CDs, and Wi-Fi, Starbucks became a living room away from home for the Norah Jones set and a mobile office for would-be screenwriters. No longer did you pick up a cup of joe on your way to work. Now you ordered a $4.81 skim-no-whip mocha Valencia and spent the afternoon hammering out the chase scene for your future Oscar-winning Miramax project in the public library–slash–pickup joint of the new century. The baristas gave you another reason to stick around. The guys were damp-haired brooding-musician types. The women, shopgirls before Steve Martin coined the term—shy, geeky-hot chicks who knew how to foam your 2 percent milk just the way you liked it."

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Average Joe

New York is suddenly brimming with Dunkin’ Donuts stores. And with a Starbucks on every corner, a coffee class war is brewing.

* By Stephen Rodrick
* Published Nov 20, 2005

This is the Klingon Word Of The Day for Saturday, March 1, 2008.

Category: General

Klingon word: joy'
Part of Speech: verb
Definition: torture
Source: TKD (91 KE, 157 EK)
Swedish: tortyr

I really noticed something about the way I act today, and I'm still unsure whether or not it is a good thing. When I meet someone, overtime I will notice that they're better than myself at certain things, x, y, z, which I consider positive. Then, I try and beat them at their level of mastery of x, y, z. For example, Megan is an early riser. Now I think being an early riser is a Good Thing. I'm now trying to get out of bed earlier, and more actively than I usually do. This is a good, proactive move, but it's also childish. I go through cycles of really throwing myself at some goal x, then find a new unrelated goal y, and wind up blowing off a lot of steam in trying to work on x which is then abandoned.

I should note that if someone is ridiculously better than me at something, I won't even bother. This is a pretty loose metric, but I think it is reasonable that I am not taking up piano just for the sake of trumping someone.

Anyway - I clearly can't keep at this.

"I think one of the reasons I slept so poorly last night, was I came to terms with the overwhelming amount of school work that I have to do in the next few. I will just watch a lot of Hackers, and put the "it's a worm!" scene on loop. Somehow this will make me better at math. I'm not sure, but it seems to make sense..."

Megan and I just spent the evening watching Eddie Izzard, and roasting marshmellows on my space heater. It really works! It can even set the buggers on fire if you put your stick too close. I grabbed a couple photos, for posterity's sake. How to Roast Marshmellows on a Industrial Strength Studenty Space-Heater, an upcoming tutorial. o