I am almost disappointed that the new moby album is good. I had kinda planned on not getting it, because I don't really like that song they're playing on the radio.
one thing I really hate: when a weekend feels like work. Tasks for this weekend: get groceries, wash clothes. OK, that's not that long a list, but Laura has about 20 things that she would like to tack onto it, plus, there are another 20 "fun" things we have scheduled (party tonight, unicycling and museum this afternoon...) I just feel crowded for time.
Here's a poem I wrote a few days ago... this is 2.0, and much more coherent.
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"Give us today our daily commute." -the faint
On the freeway swimming upstream toward work
morning after morning Hiroshima on 394
little pollution gas light on
velvet mufler--divine spedometer
nursing my clutch
addicted to airbag
humming to the radio
like some dashboard freekshow
safety-cracks in my sanity.
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the world is my crash-test-dummy. w00t.
Thursday, May 30, 2002
Yesterday I had this completely impromptu blog-writer-get-together. Of course, I didn't even think of it that way until we started talking about blogs... I was just getting together to hang out with meghan, and she had apparently talked with mopsa earlier in the day about going to this (turned out to be fairly awful) variety show at the BLB. (Incidentally, I happen to know the person who designed and built the current BLB website, and wouldn't it be funny if mopsa and/or any other readers also knew that person!)
Anyway, we skipped out on the show after the second bad poet, and ended up (after briefly loosing each other) at pizza luce. (whose site I won't link, because it sucks ass). The topic of blogs only came up briefly, and mostly in the middle of one of mopsa's many anecdotes, but when it did, it felt rather odd to be actually talking about something that had, until that moment, been purely electronic. Behind the screens, so to speak.
I have talked a bit with Laura about my blog, but other than that, any times I've mentioned it I'm usually giving someone the URL. I have been, once or twice, surprised by someone mentioning something they read on the blog, but otherwise, blogging and reality have scarcely met at all. Blog, meet reality. Reality, meet blog.
I've had this experience before--in reverse--when I first got into webpages and stuff, I met this girl who lived in Iowa. We met at a con. She and I ended up having a (mostly) electronic relationship, but have met (with mixed results) in reality a few times since. Every time it's that same weird disconnect. We're not the same people online as we are in reality. I mean, we're the same, but we're not.
If I were being particularly philosophical, I would wonder which I'd rather be, but then I'd have to draw boundaries. (Are video games online/electronic reality, or reality reality? This gets especially blurry when you start to consider my recent ebay addiction.)
I used to be very into thinking about these kinds of issues. I read "life on the screen", "Hamlet on the Holodeck" and "Interface Culture" over 3 years ago! (Which now seems like an eternity.) I actually have a smallish collection of these investigations of the "new" electronic frontier at home, but it's been a long time since I felt they were pertinent. I guess there is another reason I don't tend to buy them anymore as well--seems like most of the new ones are all about money and/or power. Products of the failed .com era, I guess. I don't find them nearly as interesting, although some of the newer ones (about why it failed) are on my list... I find the personal narratives the most interesting, I think. Somewhere, under my facade of indifference, I'm a people person--an electronic-people person.
Anyway, we skipped out on the show after the second bad poet, and ended up (after briefly loosing each other) at pizza luce. (whose site I won't link, because it sucks ass). The topic of blogs only came up briefly, and mostly in the middle of one of mopsa's many anecdotes, but when it did, it felt rather odd to be actually talking about something that had, until that moment, been purely electronic. Behind the screens, so to speak.
I have talked a bit with Laura about my blog, but other than that, any times I've mentioned it I'm usually giving someone the URL. I have been, once or twice, surprised by someone mentioning something they read on the blog, but otherwise, blogging and reality have scarcely met at all. Blog, meet reality. Reality, meet blog.
I've had this experience before--in reverse--when I first got into webpages and stuff, I met this girl who lived in Iowa. We met at a con. She and I ended up having a (mostly) electronic relationship, but have met (with mixed results) in reality a few times since. Every time it's that same weird disconnect. We're not the same people online as we are in reality. I mean, we're the same, but we're not.
If I were being particularly philosophical, I would wonder which I'd rather be, but then I'd have to draw boundaries. (Are video games online/electronic reality, or reality reality? This gets especially blurry when you start to consider my recent ebay addiction.)
I used to be very into thinking about these kinds of issues. I read "life on the screen", "Hamlet on the Holodeck" and "Interface Culture" over 3 years ago! (Which now seems like an eternity.) I actually have a smallish collection of these investigations of the "new" electronic frontier at home, but it's been a long time since I felt they were pertinent. I guess there is another reason I don't tend to buy them anymore as well--seems like most of the new ones are all about money and/or power. Products of the failed .com era, I guess. I don't find them nearly as interesting, although some of the newer ones (about why it failed) are on my list... I find the personal narratives the most interesting, I think. Somewhere, under my facade of indifference, I'm a people person--an electronic-people person.
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
OK, I know, I know, I don't watch tv or read much in the way of news, but how come I've never heard of Hammacher Schlemmer before? I guess maybe they're just another specialty store, and it's not like I'm into those...
(Do a search for bicycle, and you'll find a bunch of jems, including a new one that turns into a unicycle!)
(Do a search for bicycle, and you'll find a bunch of jems, including a new one that turns into a unicycle!)
Tuesday. I've suffered the revelation that my life is a blur of the same old stuff. Stuff I enjoy, some of it--juggling, video games, movies--but stuff I really could care less about too--work, driving, eating, sleeping...
Some people really enjoy sleep. I find it cumbersome. I don't like it, most of the time. It's one of those things I have to force myself to do if I want to get enough of it, and I hate not getting enough of it probably worse than I hate doing it. They say our bodies do important things while we're aslep, and that's fine. I just wish I weren't so busy that sleep felt like an intrusion.
All that having been said, I didn't get enough last night, and I want to go back to it. ;)
Some people really enjoy sleep. I find it cumbersome. I don't like it, most of the time. It's one of those things I have to force myself to do if I want to get enough of it, and I hate not getting enough of it probably worse than I hate doing it. They say our bodies do important things while we're aslep, and that's fine. I just wish I weren't so busy that sleep felt like an intrusion.
All that having been said, I didn't get enough last night, and I want to go back to it. ;)
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