Riffing: check out NASA administrator Charles Bowden looking the Balrog straight in the eye and bellowing "you... shall... not... pass!"

Warning: Barbie wants to take your child's brain into the cloud. Brr brr brr brr brr!

Plumbing: I replaced a tub spout today. Super easy, but I'm proud of myself anyway. Except this one is super noisy when you fill the tub, so I've ordered a nice Delta faucet with a pull-down diverter. The kind that automatically switches off the diverter when you stop the water. Which means no galactic conflict in the bathroom.


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3/29 '15 2 Comments
Re Barbie, um wow.
That's so cute how Ted Cruz thinks the core of NASA's mission is to inspire little boys and girls across this country. Really cute. Maybe we can get him a space helmet for Moron's Day.
 

Reading: The Mammoth Book of SF Stories by Women. I bought it cuz Shari Lipkin's Valentines is in it. I dig that story.

The book is very uneven, some of the first stories in the book are poorly edited. Too many of them are lazy as science fiction. But others, like Alice Sola Kim's "The Other Graces," are excellent.

And truth be told, like most people I care more about an internally consistent story than I do about adhering to the tenets of "hard SF," although I admire that as a challenging creative constraint.

Wearing: I recently ordered three pairs of dockers online and they fit. Roberta approves of the way they fit. For a guy like me, that's a major fashion breakthrough.

I'm also wearing a super warm, super fuzzy flannel shirt. It doesn't match the pants, but it's a Saturday morning.

Planning: this weekend I'm gonna be a dead sexy man. I'm gonna be so dead sexy, I'm gonna install a shower diverter. Boom chickawaba.

Next week at P'unk Avenue we are celebrating our tenth anniversary. Holy crap. I've been there for most of that. Holy crap.

I am fortunate to work with friends and to look forward to work almost every day.




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3/28 '15 5 Comments
Home repairs are sexy. now I want a "men fixing things" calendar. You should be September.
Achievement Unlocked: BOB DYLAN
I cannot confirm or deny what the man in me will do, or what he might ask as compensation.

I have no comment on the utility of a woman like your kind vis-a-vis locating said man.

Offer may be void in the event of adverse weather conditions.

Delivery not available.

Statements made herein are the opinions of individual employees and not those of The Man In Me, Inc. or its successors and assigns.

Some assembly required.
Flannel shirts don't go with dockers?
They don't go with black slack-y dockers very well. They could go worse, I suppose.
 

By Canadian artist Marian Bantjes, this lovely illustration of a classic spam email is on display as part of the Fraktur exhibit at the Free Library of Philadelphia. I was amused. The show is free and well worth your time.

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3/20 '15 1 Comment
That is really pretty. Who'd of thought to make art out of spam?
 

Well, I have a cool job now. And I go dancing when I can. And that leaves... not a metric ton of spare creative energy.

Creativity strikes, but I rarely come home eager to write something epic outside of work. I tend toward the bon mot; the long-form stuff tends to flow at work. This is not uncommon for people in creative jobs.

But, when I read some of my past LJ posts, I am flabbergasted by the outpouring.

I was hungry, and angry, and excited, and amazed, discovering and rediscovering things. Right now I'm in a different sort of place.

That's okay? I guess? For now.

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2/7 '15 6 Comments
What sort of long-form writing do you do at work?
This is strange to read because in my mind, you invent the world. You're like our very own Tesla except not batshit.
I sometimes wish my online postings were as flabbergasting and outpour-a-licious as they once were.

Deep creativity looks different in different contexts and at different ages.

And here's an analogy I often think of, when I find I don't have the patience to sit down and hammer things out at the keyboard: You know when folks go to an event, and instead of watching the event and participating, they hold up a recording device of some kind? We all know those folks. We've even been those folks. At some point, though, we put the devices down, because we realize that in framing the experience we are putting ourselves outside the frame.

For me, online writing is a little like that. I'm so engaged in *being* creative that I don't want to put a keyboard between me and how I am living and processing that creativity. Or that life change. Or any big moment or shift.

After I've moved through those spaces, I might sit down and make note of it, but in the moment I'm generally choosing to savor events in ways outside of journaling and blogging.
Hey, right, the Heisenblogging problem.
You're SO CUTE.
It's all the open source stuff, and all the "client communication" (i.e. talking to customers), and all the internal discussion at work that takes up my "longer than 140 characters" capacity right now, I think.
 

I made a website and then I got really busy and just skimmed it. And then I noticed that there's a small community or two using it rather happily and not much caring if the rest of the world does. Interesting.

Hello, still-tuned-in members of said communities. What's working? What's not working? What might I do for you? I can see that the upgrades I did to link sharing a month or so back are a win, at least.

As for me: I'm planking and programming and dancing and pretending to learn to play the guitar all over again. I don't know how far I'm going to get with that last one. But this is awesome.



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1/15 '15 5 Comments

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Feedback (such as this) helps! And of course so does the continued recruitment of wonderful people who dig it.
Is "better than the rest of the world" a difficult goal, or an easy one?
Pretty much what I was thinking. Boutell _does_ make it look easy at least - doesn't he?
 

I needed a name for some software (don't tune out yet) and I wanted something that invoked the idea of migration. I googled migratory birds. And I fell down the wikihole checking out this magnificent bastard:

Check it out: the arctic tern migrates from the north pole to the south pole and back every year.

It does this for 30 years.

You ain't no wanderer, you ain't no travelin' man, just hang it up, the arctic tern has it all over you in the meandering department.

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1/8 '15 6 Comments
One good tern deserves another.
I am in awe.
I'm naming a theatre company after that.
Pretty sure that I actually have them beat. ;)
In fact, I just did some fast (sloppy) math, and if I'm even close to correct, I pretty much double their distance in a year.

*mumble mumble*gas powered transportation*mumble mumble*
AND BOY ARE MY ARMS TIRED!



:)
 

This year for Christmas, we agreed to pool our funds and make a donation To Doctors Without Borders in support of Ebola relief, and keep personal gifts small and whimsical.

But, my brother did send me his old PS/3, as he just got a PS/4, and it's all new to me mann.

So despite my impeccable moral credentials, I suffer from the same "first person problem road rage" as the kids who got new PS/4s today... trying to make an account and swearing at the incompetent assclowns at Sony network operations. (Before you blame North Korea, consider that this happened last Christmas too...)

Fortunately I'll be departing soon to share holiday cheer with family, which ought to restore my True Christmas Spirit (atheist division).

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12/25 '14 3 Comments
If you're not being baffled by setup &/or assembly of some thing alleged to be Fun on 12/24 and/or 12/25, the FBI shows up to take away your license to celebrate.

There's an additional requirement involving playing with the box it came in, but I'm hazy on the details because it varies by state.
Fear not, soon you'll be getting your personal information exposed by Sony's terrible infosec like everyone else.
Oh I know. I plan to be creative in how I fill out my profile, and use a credit card I don't use for anything else, not to mention a one-off password.
 

I've rediscovered something: some years back, I practiced harder and got better than I remembered.

And at that point— let's call it "peak guitar—" I was almost-not-quite-really good enough to tackle something like this.

Not that it would stop me, because I was also cheerfully shameless about being crap at things. That comes with being new to something as simultaneously wonderful and difficult as dance.

But: I'm not that good anymore. I decided to major in salsa and that was it for the guitar for several years. I have a hill to climb again, in terms of guitar ability, and also in terms of regaining my shamelessness.

So I need to figure out when I can practice without terrorizing my household (*), practice really a lot, and then take another good look at this.

But if I find myself inspired to write a few new four-chord songs along the way, I will surely share them.

(*) We've figured out that guitars are played in the basement, before nine. Both of which are very reasonable expectations.

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12/23 '14 1 Comment
I also dropped the ball on my challenges. (hangs head in shame)
 

I saw Interstellar the other day. The very next night, we watched "Contact."

It was strange to see more or less the same movie, except with more hope and McConaughey as the arm candy rather than the hero.

A nation builds a space machine for you

woo woo woo

God bless you please, Matt McConaughey

Even if she's sure he can't exist

[Now they kiss]

[Now they kiss]


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12/21 '14 10 Comments
I will grant that the two films have similar plot devices, but thematically they are quite different. Also, while Cosmos focused on rampant misogyny in science (not all men!), Interstellar went for a general indictment of men. You might say, "tomato, tomahtoe," but I find the differences in the two movies more striking than the similarities.

Also very different and interesting artistic choices and implications. People bitched about the sound editing (music swelling over dialog), but I think it wasn't poor editing but instead an inquiry: what in our communications is truly essential, and which of our communication modes (sight, sound, gesture, etc.) is primary, when, and why?

Cosmos was science finding its faith. Interstellar was science finding its heart (booming church organ music notwithstanding).
... And the elder scientist is a piece of work too, yes. And the guy who explored the ice planet. Hoo boy. But what about the dude we never meet who didn't lie about his planet? He's okay right? Hmm... and the protagonist's son. He's cool.
Well, there was also Murphy's husband. But his character was about as big a blip as the honest dead guy that Brand was in love with. So the only "good guys" were either dead or inconsequential (and holding a tire iron up to Murphy's brother just strengthened the premise that, when the world is ending, all men can think to do is beat their hairy ape chests at each other and/or lie).
No he isn't. He's a stubborn dumb fuck who refuses to face the reality of his situation and that of his family.
Oh yeah, I forgot.

[Deer in headlights]
Poverty and malnourishment makes people make poor choices. I saw him as emblematic of casualties of the entire situation: if Murph & Cooper fail, then Tom and his family and people like them suffer.
They were eating corn. This is not a brain food.

Cooper wants to save the current, living, human race, as shown by Murph and Tom. Brand wants to take fertilized eggs to a new planet and start a new life. You have to have people on earth being directly affected by the decisions made in space, otherwise we end up rooting for a plastic keg.
A general indictment of men in Insterstellar? I definitely missed that. The protagonist has flaws, yes, and he's male, but...
Thank you for not leaving me alone in my thoughts about Contact and Interstellar.
Yeah, but due to time dilation effects (you spent the last 20 years in a rocket), you're only now discovering that anyone feels the way you do.
I suspect that Murph and Ellie are alternate-quantum-universe versions of each other.
 

The Pope says we will see our pets in heaven, and that heaven is open to "all of God's creatures." No word on what happens if the chicken you just ate gets to heaven first.

By the time you get there the chicken has 1,000,000 Heavenbook friends and they all make pious yet passive-aggressive comments on your profile all day. You start wishing you were on TheOtherPlacebook.

A choir of pigs, cows, chickens and turkeys follows you everywhere. Their singing is impeccable and the lyrics are devout, but there's no mistaking the message.

Heavenly fowl are particularly disturbing, with a halo and a second set of wings. It's impolite to complain.



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12/13 '14 1 Comment
Unless they are all very understanding? Of course you devoured me, that's the nature of things. Tell me I was delicious. Tell me you remember every bite. OK, that's terrifying too.

There is no way that animals-in-heaven is not absolutely terrifying, unless you are a lifelong vegan who never visited a zoo. Thanks, Pope Nightmare. Unless maybe that's what he was going for?