Saturday, February 28, 2004
World of Concrete pictures
Tragedy has struck!! Almost all of the pictures from the World of Concrete have been destroyed. I do not know who is behind this horrible transgression, but I intend to find out. I will let you know when I have more information.
All is not lost, however, as I did manage to retrieve a few pictures.
This is one of the most dangerous areas in the conference. While I, the photographer, am safely hidden a good distance away from the giant robotic arms, the two people visible in the front of the picture are about to have their heads lopped off.
This horse-drawn carriage was a popular seller at the World of Concrete. The carriage driver, while robotic, had quite a pleasant demeanor.
This was a photo I snapped of the Evil Light Beast. The robot was only toying with us. This picture does not accurately reflect the true power of this terrible machine.
I snapped a few photos of the chaos going on during the final moments of the show, but this is all that's left of them: a picture of my feet as I am running in terror.
I will do my best to get to the bottom of the disappearing pictures.
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All is not lost, however, as I did manage to retrieve a few pictures.
This is one of the most dangerous areas in the conference. While I, the photographer, am safely hidden a good distance away from the giant robotic arms, the two people visible in the front of the picture are about to have their heads lopped off.
This horse-drawn carriage was a popular seller at the World of Concrete. The carriage driver, while robotic, had quite a pleasant demeanor.
This was a photo I snapped of the Evil Light Beast. The robot was only toying with us. This picture does not accurately reflect the true power of this terrible machine.
I snapped a few photos of the chaos going on during the final moments of the show, but this is all that's left of them: a picture of my feet as I am running in terror.
I will do my best to get to the bottom of the disappearing pictures.
I'm not doing a good job...
...of posting regularly. Sorry. For some reason I'm spending lots of time working.
The Ballad Of is playing what is most likely their last show for a while tomorrow night (Sunday), at the Emerald Lounge in Phoenix. You should come see it.
I'm almost ready to post the rest of the Real Diffs Deluxe songs. Hopefully later today.
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The Ballad Of is playing what is most likely their last show for a while tomorrow night (Sunday), at the Emerald Lounge in Phoenix. You should come see it.
I'm almost ready to post the rest of the Real Diffs Deluxe songs. Hopefully later today.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Real Diffs Deluxe update
There's new stuff on the Real Diffs Deluxe website! The entire first album, "If the Devil Cared...", is in mp3 format for your enjoyment. The rest of the other album will be up very soon as well.
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The Ballad Of is playing tonight at Long Wongs.
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Sunday, February 22, 2004
World of Concrete - Day 4 - The Final Encounter
The beginning of day 4 was quite relaxed. It was a half day, so spirits were high as we set out to breakfast. The Orlando morning air was filled with a pleasant cottony fog and the end of the World of Concrete was within sight.
Of course, I was terribly hungover; so maybe there wasn't actually fog. The copious amounts of coffee I consumed did little to increase my awareness. I forgot my badge, pen, and capacity for thought in the hotel room (which I believe I have unintentionally changed from a non-smoking to a smoking room). I had to retrieve a new badge in order to enter the building. This was a blessing in disguise as it allowed me to smoke two cigarettes in route.
An air of restlessness permeated the conference floor. Each "Exhibitor" (whom I will, for the sake of brevity, hereby refer to as "Person who stands around at a booth"), including myself, was constantly staring at the nearest time-telling device available, lusting for the end. Everyone talked more quickly than necessary, sputtering out silly nonsense about how their competitors suck and how much larger and more impressive their booth would be next year.
The operators of Super Light Gun next to us were having a heyday taking out the passerby, but today the Rays of Death did not reach our booth. The were quite afraid of my boss. It could have been the numerous times he shouted his rage for all to hear: " I'm gonna take fucking wire cutters and cut every fucking cable on that piece of shit machine!" Or when, red faced, shaking, and with spit flying in all directions he would proclaim: "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Usually this type of demonstration would be followed by the pounding of his fist furiously on the table, which would cause all of the video projection cameras to go into standby mode, papers to launch out of the booth, and myself and the perspective software buyers to hide as best we could.
But not today. Today the "People who stand around in a booth" from the booth directly behind us came to chat. For a long time. They make some sort of "radio transmitters" which I believe are for embedding into "Laborers" so that the foreman may have complete control of their every bodily function. Because we make software he assumed that we had intimate knowledge of every branch of science and proceeded to go into extreme detail of the inner workings of the Radio Mind Control Devices. My boss and co-worker, neither of which has any knowledge of anything even slightly related to science (such as software and computers) stared blankly as he shoveled unknowables down their throats. I quickly exited to smoke a cigarette.
I had another opportunity to use my stock response to the statement "I don't know anything about these here computer things" on this day. My boss took the liberty of doing it for me, however. "Don't worry, he doesn't know anything about computers either, " he said while pointing to me. This was immediately after introducing me as the Programmer. I'm not sure what to think about that.
The conference was scheduled to end at 1:00 pm, and in order to keep customers from being smashed by giant machines or decapitated by retracting robot arms all "People who stand at booths" were ordered to wait until 1:30 before trying to disassemble their structures and escape. However - the moment 1:00 hit and the glorious announcement was made over the loudspeaker: "The conference is now closed"; at this precise moment, every single piece of machinery in the unfathomably vast structure that housed the World of Concrete came to life in a magnificently terrifying roar.
I had been standing in the aisle, a mere 5 feet from the treads of what had been a statue of a Tank/Shovel/Destructo-mobile and was now a living, breathing (exhaling clouds of diesel fumes), giant yellow monster. I dove for the booth and frantically began to gather my precious computer (from which the content of ironlemon spews forth) and any thing else I could carry. My boss and coworker were similarly engaged. Luckily for us we had little to carry and were able to begin running within seconds.
The air quickly became choked with diesel fumes from the hundreds of screaming steel death-beasts trying to get at us. My coworker stumbled and dropped some equipment. "Leave it behind!" yelled my boss. Fear gripped my soul. "Is this the end?" I though. Images of my limbs being sliced to pieces and thick wet concrete pouring down my throat overrided my blurry diesel fume/hangover vision. "The World of Concrete conference is now complete. Please exit the building, " a calm female voice chanted over the loudspeaker. Suddenly a bright light speared my eyes. "The Evil Super Light Robot!" I screamed as my vision and consciousness started to disappear.
But alas, it was the light of the sun that blinded me. My boss had found the emergency exit and led us out safely. If we hadn't had a World of Concrete veteran like him with us I don't know what we would have done.
Many others had anticipated the violence inside before us - long unorganized lines of honking cars blocked our escape. Fortunately for us, and unfortunately for the rest of humanity, my boss has no respect for other life. He drove around the cars while screaming obscenities. We traveled at full speed directly to the airport.
Six hours later I arrived back at home where I was immediately crucified by reality.
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Of course, I was terribly hungover; so maybe there wasn't actually fog. The copious amounts of coffee I consumed did little to increase my awareness. I forgot my badge, pen, and capacity for thought in the hotel room (which I believe I have unintentionally changed from a non-smoking to a smoking room). I had to retrieve a new badge in order to enter the building. This was a blessing in disguise as it allowed me to smoke two cigarettes in route.
An air of restlessness permeated the conference floor. Each "Exhibitor" (whom I will, for the sake of brevity, hereby refer to as "Person who stands around at a booth"), including myself, was constantly staring at the nearest time-telling device available, lusting for the end. Everyone talked more quickly than necessary, sputtering out silly nonsense about how their competitors suck and how much larger and more impressive their booth would be next year.
The operators of Super Light Gun next to us were having a heyday taking out the passerby, but today the Rays of Death did not reach our booth. The were quite afraid of my boss. It could have been the numerous times he shouted his rage for all to hear: " I'm gonna take fucking wire cutters and cut every fucking cable on that piece of shit machine!" Or when, red faced, shaking, and with spit flying in all directions he would proclaim: "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Usually this type of demonstration would be followed by the pounding of his fist furiously on the table, which would cause all of the video projection cameras to go into standby mode, papers to launch out of the booth, and myself and the perspective software buyers to hide as best we could.
But not today. Today the "People who stand around in a booth" from the booth directly behind us came to chat. For a long time. They make some sort of "radio transmitters" which I believe are for embedding into "Laborers" so that the foreman may have complete control of their every bodily function. Because we make software he assumed that we had intimate knowledge of every branch of science and proceeded to go into extreme detail of the inner workings of the Radio Mind Control Devices. My boss and co-worker, neither of which has any knowledge of anything even slightly related to science (such as software and computers) stared blankly as he shoveled unknowables down their throats. I quickly exited to smoke a cigarette.
I had another opportunity to use my stock response to the statement "I don't know anything about these here computer things" on this day. My boss took the liberty of doing it for me, however. "Don't worry, he doesn't know anything about computers either, " he said while pointing to me. This was immediately after introducing me as the Programmer. I'm not sure what to think about that.
The conference was scheduled to end at 1:00 pm, and in order to keep customers from being smashed by giant machines or decapitated by retracting robot arms all "People who stand at booths" were ordered to wait until 1:30 before trying to disassemble their structures and escape. However - the moment 1:00 hit and the glorious announcement was made over the loudspeaker: "The conference is now closed"; at this precise moment, every single piece of machinery in the unfathomably vast structure that housed the World of Concrete came to life in a magnificently terrifying roar.
I had been standing in the aisle, a mere 5 feet from the treads of what had been a statue of a Tank/Shovel/Destructo-mobile and was now a living, breathing (exhaling clouds of diesel fumes), giant yellow monster. I dove for the booth and frantically began to gather my precious computer (from which the content of ironlemon spews forth) and any thing else I could carry. My boss and coworker were similarly engaged. Luckily for us we had little to carry and were able to begin running within seconds.
The air quickly became choked with diesel fumes from the hundreds of screaming steel death-beasts trying to get at us. My coworker stumbled and dropped some equipment. "Leave it behind!" yelled my boss. Fear gripped my soul. "Is this the end?" I though. Images of my limbs being sliced to pieces and thick wet concrete pouring down my throat overrided my blurry diesel fume/hangover vision. "The World of Concrete conference is now complete. Please exit the building, " a calm female voice chanted over the loudspeaker. Suddenly a bright light speared my eyes. "The Evil Super Light Robot!" I screamed as my vision and consciousness started to disappear.
But alas, it was the light of the sun that blinded me. My boss had found the emergency exit and led us out safely. If we hadn't had a World of Concrete veteran like him with us I don't know what we would have done.
Many others had anticipated the violence inside before us - long unorganized lines of honking cars blocked our escape. Fortunately for us, and unfortunately for the rest of humanity, my boss has no respect for other life. He drove around the cars while screaming obscenities. We traveled at full speed directly to the airport.
Six hours later I arrived back at home where I was immediately crucified by reality.
Saturday, February 21, 2004
back from Florida
Hello. The final installment of the World of Concrete coverage is still in the works... before I had time to write it I was swept up onto a plane and shipped back to Tempe. Look for it in the next couple of days.
In other news...
Aquanaut Drinks Coffee is in the process of being reborn! Larry has big plans. Stay tuned for more news.
Reuben's Accomplice is playing tonight at Modified. You want to go, but you might not be able to make it.
I have received the Draft Environmental Impact Statement on Commercially Guided Helicopter Skiing on the Kenai Peninsula from the US Forest Service in Seward, Alaska. I will be reviewing it and posting an analysis here soon.
The shows section needs updating. There are new Reuben's Accomplice shows and the Ballad Of shows, I will post them ASAP.
There has been a great response to Dr. Gamble's writings from the other day. I'm thinking about creating a special Science section dedicated to things of that sort. Write in to tell me what you think.
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In other news...
Aquanaut Drinks Coffee is in the process of being reborn! Larry has big plans. Stay tuned for more news.
Reuben's Accomplice is playing tonight at Modified. You want to go, but you might not be able to make it.
I have received the Draft Environmental Impact Statement on Commercially Guided Helicopter Skiing on the Kenai Peninsula from the US Forest Service in Seward, Alaska. I will be reviewing it and posting an analysis here soon.
The shows section needs updating. There are new Reuben's Accomplice shows and the Ballad Of shows, I will post them ASAP.
There has been a great response to Dr. Gamble's writings from the other day. I'm thinking about creating a special Science section dedicated to things of that sort. Write in to tell me what you think.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
World of Concrete - Day 3
I have made it through another day at the wonderful World of Concrete. I am sorry to tell you, however, that my recounting of today's events may be rather short and uneventful as I am terribly tired, most likely from the large amount of alcohol I have consumed. Trying to remember the day is proving difficult. Maybe if I do this in a timeline type fashion it will flow easier:
7:00 am - No, this isn't helping. I don't remember what happened at 7:00am
8:00 am - Arrived at the World of Concrete after having eaten breakfast at a restaurant of some sort. Eggs were consumed. The World of Concrete is quite empty at this time because the conference does not start until 9:30. Still, it takes quite a while to navigate to the booth through all of the dangerous machinery.
8:30 am - Smoked a cigarette.
9:00 am - Smoked a cigarette.
9:45 am - A flood of people storm the booth demanding software. I sit down and rewrite large portion of a program that I've been putting off for months because I though it would take me a long time in 5 minutes.
9:55 am - Smoked a cigarette.
10:12 PM - Smoked a cigarette, taking a break from writing this. I'm getting more tired. Sorry about that.
back to 10:30 am - Took some pictures of scary things. I left the camera in a bag in another guys room so I'll have to put the pictures up tomorrow.
12:00 pm - My boss completely flips out on the Evil Super Light Machine's masters. His incredible rage frightens them into submission. It also frightens all customers away from the booth which is unfortunate for these people because they had been blinded by the robot's "extremely bright light gun", rendering them unable to successfully avoid the giant saws, cranes, and machine-monsters in the conference.
1:00 pm - Smoked a cigarette.
2:00 pm - Smoked a cigarette.
3:00 pm - ???????
Now: Ryan falls aleep while typing for the 20th time. The end
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7:00 am - No, this isn't helping. I don't remember what happened at 7:00am
8:00 am - Arrived at the World of Concrete after having eaten breakfast at a restaurant of some sort. Eggs were consumed. The World of Concrete is quite empty at this time because the conference does not start until 9:30. Still, it takes quite a while to navigate to the booth through all of the dangerous machinery.
8:30 am - Smoked a cigarette.
9:00 am - Smoked a cigarette.
9:45 am - A flood of people storm the booth demanding software. I sit down and rewrite large portion of a program that I've been putting off for months because I though it would take me a long time in 5 minutes.
9:55 am - Smoked a cigarette.
10:12 PM - Smoked a cigarette, taking a break from writing this. I'm getting more tired. Sorry about that.
back to 10:30 am - Took some pictures of scary things. I left the camera in a bag in another guys room so I'll have to put the pictures up tomorrow.
12:00 pm - My boss completely flips out on the Evil Super Light Machine's masters. His incredible rage frightens them into submission. It also frightens all customers away from the booth which is unfortunate for these people because they had been blinded by the robot's "extremely bright light gun", rendering them unable to successfully avoid the giant saws, cranes, and machine-monsters in the conference.
1:00 pm - Smoked a cigarette.
2:00 pm - Smoked a cigarette.
3:00 pm - ???????
Now: Ryan falls aleep while typing for the 20th time. The end
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
World of Concrete - Day 2
Today is different than yesterday. Today everyone is tired, myself included. Much coffee has been consumed to no avail. It is difficult to write now because I'm still tired, 15 hours after I got up.
People are starting to get delirious from being in a giant room with dangerous machines. This leads to loss of inhibitions. I was able to sit and converse with concrete professionals about my almost total lack of knowledge of the concrete industry for relatively long periods of time without deterring them from buying software. After a while these people, usually owners of large concrete companies, would end up admitting that they really don't know what any of the strange machinery in the building is either. They would also tell me about how they know nothing about computers. I usually respond to that statement with something along the lines of "yea, I wouldn't worry about that, computers suck" but today I could say things like "I don't know anything about computers either" and they would still buy software.
The delirium and loss of inhibitions also leads to reckless behavior. People seemed to want to walk directly into me every time I left the booth, and I did a lot of walking to the smoking area. People also liked to cut in line today. It reminded me a bad day in second grade. Except that there is dangerous machinery around.
The "Extremely Bright Lights Corp" in the booth next ours continued to bombard us with deadly rays of super-light. Their deadly Light Robot would immediately target us on request of a demonstration of it's powers. My boss, who I have yet to describe in detail, would become infuriated and began bellowing insults at the evil light machine and it's caretakers. They pretended not to hear, which may be due to a different "extremely loud sound" machine that I suspect they may also sell.
I was unable to get photos for you today. I apologize. Tomorrow night.
I want to thank you all for your support during this difficult trial. Dan wrote in to remind me not to wear loose fitting clothing or the machines will "rip my fucking arm off." He also asked how the humidity is. I would have to characterize it as "mild."
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People are starting to get delirious from being in a giant room with dangerous machines. This leads to loss of inhibitions. I was able to sit and converse with concrete professionals about my almost total lack of knowledge of the concrete industry for relatively long periods of time without deterring them from buying software. After a while these people, usually owners of large concrete companies, would end up admitting that they really don't know what any of the strange machinery in the building is either. They would also tell me about how they know nothing about computers. I usually respond to that statement with something along the lines of "yea, I wouldn't worry about that, computers suck" but today I could say things like "I don't know anything about computers either" and they would still buy software.
The delirium and loss of inhibitions also leads to reckless behavior. People seemed to want to walk directly into me every time I left the booth, and I did a lot of walking to the smoking area. People also liked to cut in line today. It reminded me a bad day in second grade. Except that there is dangerous machinery around.
The "Extremely Bright Lights Corp" in the booth next ours continued to bombard us with deadly rays of super-light. Their deadly Light Robot would immediately target us on request of a demonstration of it's powers. My boss, who I have yet to describe in detail, would become infuriated and began bellowing insults at the evil light machine and it's caretakers. They pretended not to hear, which may be due to a different "extremely loud sound" machine that I suspect they may also sell.
I was unable to get photos for you today. I apologize. Tomorrow night.
I want to thank you all for your support during this difficult trial. Dan wrote in to remind me not to wear loose fitting clothing or the machines will "rip my fucking arm off." He also asked how the humidity is. I would have to characterize it as "mild."
More to come. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
World of Concrete - Day 1
Today was quite a day. Many people came to the booth to examine the software. And guess what? The stuff I wrote actually works! Unbelievable.
The moment I arrived today I found the closest area where smoking was permissible and where food was sold. They are quite close to the booth - this gives me great pleasure.
It really isn't all that hard to pretend like you know how the concrete industry works. Here's a scenario demonstrations how I do it:
Concrete guy: "Hi."
Me: "Hello."
(long pause as concrete guy looks at something that looks important but really isn't)
Me: "So... What kind of work do you do?"
Concrete guy: "Walls. Footings. The normal stuff."
Me: "How do you do your takeoffs?" (takeoffs, walls and footings are the only three concrete terms I know)
Concrete guy: "Pencil."
Me: "Oh, pencils are very nice. I have a pencil myself and it works rather well. But guess what: This software here is even better than a pencil."
Concrete guy: "Better than a pencil?"
Me: "In some situations, yes."
Concrete guy: "Hmmmm. I don't know. Can you guys do a blah blah blah with a 15 foot blah blah and pull out the overhead and labor costs from the blah?"
Me: "Uh, pretty much. Let me introduce you to my boss, he has actually seen unsolidified concrete before."
Then I stand around and pretend to listen attentively to my bosses presentation. As soon as possible I leave the booth to go to the bathroom, which really means I go outside and smoke a cigarette.
The booth adjacent to us is for a giant ultra-bright light robot-looking machine company. They periodically demonstrate their product, extremely bright light, on our booth and subsequently me, rendering me completely blind for minutes at a time. I am going to bring dark sunglasses to wear during the conference tomorrow so my eyes don't melt. I believe that this will also give me a certain mystique that will impress concrete contractors.
That's it for today. I'm sure you are looking forward to day 2 as much as I am.
I will try to get some pictures tomorrow of some of the scary machinery surrounding the booth. You will be afraid.
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The moment I arrived today I found the closest area where smoking was permissible and where food was sold. They are quite close to the booth - this gives me great pleasure.
It really isn't all that hard to pretend like you know how the concrete industry works. Here's a scenario demonstrations how I do it:
Concrete guy: "Hi."
Me: "Hello."
(long pause as concrete guy looks at something that looks important but really isn't)
Me: "So... What kind of work do you do?"
Concrete guy: "Walls. Footings. The normal stuff."
Me: "How do you do your takeoffs?" (takeoffs, walls and footings are the only three concrete terms I know)
Concrete guy: "Pencil."
Me: "Oh, pencils are very nice. I have a pencil myself and it works rather well. But guess what: This software here is even better than a pencil."
Concrete guy: "Better than a pencil?"
Me: "In some situations, yes."
Concrete guy: "Hmmmm. I don't know. Can you guys do a blah blah blah with a 15 foot blah blah and pull out the overhead and labor costs from the blah?"
Me: "Uh, pretty much. Let me introduce you to my boss, he has actually seen unsolidified concrete before."
Then I stand around and pretend to listen attentively to my bosses presentation. As soon as possible I leave the booth to go to the bathroom, which really means I go outside and smoke a cigarette.
The booth adjacent to us is for a giant ultra-bright light robot-looking machine company. They periodically demonstrate their product, extremely bright light, on our booth and subsequently me, rendering me completely blind for minutes at a time. I am going to bring dark sunglasses to wear during the conference tomorrow so my eyes don't melt. I believe that this will also give me a certain mystique that will impress concrete contractors.
That's it for today. I'm sure you are looking forward to day 2 as much as I am.
I will try to get some pictures tomorrow of some of the scary machinery surrounding the booth. You will be afraid.
Monday, February 16, 2004
News from Florida
I just got back from the Kennedy Space Center (no relation), and I'm gearing up for the World of Concrete conference tomorrow. Very exciting. You may not have known that NASA's primary launch site is infested with alligators and bald eagles. Now you do. It is a very dangerous place.
The World of Concrete is a mighty sight to behold. It is an unfathomable mess of giant machinery and strange unknowable devices littering the floor of a humongous room. There are giant circular saws that are just the right size to neatly slice a pickup truck in half, tanks with impossible looking 200 foot long arms, half-constructed skyscrapers, and three dollar 10 oz bottles of water.
I will be sharing the duty of manning the booth for the software company I work for. There are 10 applications available from this company; I wrote 8 of them. Most of them have had little or no testing besides what I do, which is almost completely useless as I know nothing at all about concrete or the concrete industry. I am very apprehensive. I may not make it through.
You will be getting in depth coverage in the evening after each days events. I hope you enjoy it.
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The World of Concrete is a mighty sight to behold. It is an unfathomable mess of giant machinery and strange unknowable devices littering the floor of a humongous room. There are giant circular saws that are just the right size to neatly slice a pickup truck in half, tanks with impossible looking 200 foot long arms, half-constructed skyscrapers, and three dollar 10 oz bottles of water.
I will be sharing the duty of manning the booth for the software company I work for. There are 10 applications available from this company; I wrote 8 of them. Most of them have had little or no testing besides what I do, which is almost completely useless as I know nothing at all about concrete or the concrete industry. I am very apprehensive. I may not make it through.
You will be getting in depth coverage in the evening after each days events. I hope you enjoy it.
Friday, February 13, 2004
summary of upcoming presentation by Dr. Gamble
Dr. Gamble sent in this summary of an upcoming video lecture he is giving:
Gendered Gases
The atomic structure and placement of noble gas elements in the human
body is conducive to anthropomorphical redux, when the spin-states of
matter, particularly the noble gases as configured in our Hubble-sphere--
that is, the region of the Multiverse in which we dwell--the one who's
physical laws control and allow our existence, ...when the spin-states
of matter in the odd elements permit a reaction to and appreciation for
dichotamistic parity.
In a sense, as befitting the very causal conditions of life and those
that somehow deviate successfully from life-form classification (an
example: animism...anyeurism. An aneurysm--much like an aneurysm
of photons that cause a misinterpretion of the periodic table--and you
get anthropomorphical redux.
anthropomorphical redux, as classically defined by the seminal work
in the Orgov Center in the 1970's by Stillman, is the new resurgence
of anthropomorphism--the projection of humanity--in empiricism's outperforming
son--science, in particular--inanimate object taxonomy.
In this context, anthropomorphical redux is
the projection of gender upon the periodic table due to
dichotamistic interpretion of parity.
My research, however, is not into the reasons why these
interpretations occur, but, rather, into the effect of the noble
gases that have been gendered on the human body's physiology and
most notably, the effect of anthropomorphilogic feedback loops,
but more on that later.
The effects of Gendered Gases (gg) have been incontrovertibly
observed--take, for example, the top-dog--Helium:
1. Notice the gendered sonic effect, and how the frequency allocation
corresponds to sexual dimorphism.
2. Injecting 100 cc's of helium into the blood stream of an adult
male seems, from casual observation, to have little effect; however,
when viewed on an atomic scale, the gendered coalescence
of even-numbered noble gases, particularly mitochondrial--
quickly approaches statistical relevance.
However--the effects of Gendered Gases have substituted
attempts to undertake its very causal conditions and,
therefore, peripheral but coincident possibilities--namely,
the thought-parts--materialistically reducible--partaking in the
gendering of matter. And then you have feedback loops and a
very noble-gaslike complacency--amidst all the activity, of course.
Dr. Gamble
Head of Research
Memadyne Group
Pretty good stuff. I'll let you know when his video comes up on edge.org
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Gendered Gases
The atomic structure and placement of noble gas elements in the human
body is conducive to anthropomorphical redux, when the spin-states of
matter, particularly the noble gases as configured in our Hubble-sphere--
that is, the region of the Multiverse in which we dwell--the one who's
physical laws control and allow our existence, ...when the spin-states
of matter in the odd elements permit a reaction to and appreciation for
dichotamistic parity.
In a sense, as befitting the very causal conditions of life and those
that somehow deviate successfully from life-form classification (an
example: animism...anyeurism. An aneurysm--much like an aneurysm
of photons that cause a misinterpretion of the periodic table--and you
get anthropomorphical redux.
anthropomorphical redux, as classically defined by the seminal work
in the Orgov Center in the 1970's by Stillman, is the new resurgence
of anthropomorphism--the projection of humanity--in empiricism's outperforming
son--science, in particular--inanimate object taxonomy.
In this context, anthropomorphical redux is
the projection of gender upon the periodic table due to
dichotamistic interpretion of parity.
My research, however, is not into the reasons why these
interpretations occur, but, rather, into the effect of the noble
gases that have been gendered on the human body's physiology and
most notably, the effect of anthropomorphilogic feedback loops,
but more on that later.
The effects of Gendered Gases (gg) have been incontrovertibly
observed--take, for example, the top-dog--Helium:
1. Notice the gendered sonic effect, and how the frequency allocation
corresponds to sexual dimorphism.
2. Injecting 100 cc's of helium into the blood stream of an adult
male seems, from casual observation, to have little effect; however,
when viewed on an atomic scale, the gendered coalescence
of even-numbered noble gases, particularly mitochondrial--
quickly approaches statistical relevance.
However--the effects of Gendered Gases have substituted
attempts to undertake its very causal conditions and,
therefore, peripheral but coincident possibilities--namely,
the thought-parts--materialistically reducible--partaking in the
gendering of matter. And then you have feedback loops and a
very noble-gaslike complacency--amidst all the activity, of course.
Dr. Gamble
Head of Research
Memadyne Group
Pretty good stuff. I'll let you know when his video comes up on edge.org
Thursday, February 12, 2004
some pictures
There's some pictures from the Nada Surf / Reubens show on ninjaphotographer.com:
http://www.ninjaphotographer.com/p/rock/2004/reubensaccomplice/
There's also some new pictures of The Ballad Of's recording session from a couple weeks ago.(0) comments [+/-] show/hide the comments
http://www.ninjaphotographer.com/p/rock/2004/reubensaccomplice/
There's also some new pictures of The Ballad Of's recording session from a couple weeks ago.
I was a Transformer fanatic back in the day (don't worry, I'm talking about when I was 8). If you were too you will like this.
Big robots are cool.(0) comments [+/-] show/hide the comments
Big robots are cool.
some news
The Reubens Accomplice show went well on Tuesday night. Thanks to all that attended. Sorry my bass gear was screwing up during the beginning of the set (I'm probably the only one who noticed). Nada Surf was sounded quite good. You should hear their latest album if you haven't already. It's good.
Western Tread is getting the first copies of the new Reubens Accomplice album this week (the album doesn't come out until March 16th). The packaging is cool; I'll try to put a picture up when I snag one.
I've been very busy lately, sorry about the lack of updates.
I think I'm going to put an "Other bands I've played in" page up for projects I don't feel I'm authorized to make an actual page for. Tracks from Liger, Shhh... the baby's sleeping, Overnight to Distant Cities, and more. I'm also thinking about doing a Red Shifter page, but I have to talk to John to see what he thinks.
I know you are very excited about this.(0) comments [+/-] show/hide the comments
Western Tread is getting the first copies of the new Reubens Accomplice album this week (the album doesn't come out until March 16th). The packaging is cool; I'll try to put a picture up when I snag one.
I've been very busy lately, sorry about the lack of updates.
I think I'm going to put an "Other bands I've played in" page up for projects I don't feel I'm authorized to make an actual page for. Tracks from Liger, Shhh... the baby's sleeping, Overnight to Distant Cities, and more. I'm also thinking about doing a Red Shifter page, but I have to talk to John to see what he thinks.
I know you are very excited about this.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
check this out
Click here to see a quite funny "modified" trailer for that new Mel Gibson movie, "The Passion of Christ". Be sure to watch the whole thing... the end is the best.
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drummer looking for work
This is a public service announcement. Stewart (formerly of the Real Diffs Deluxe and Life Like Hair) needs a new band to play drums in. He likes long walks in the park and watching romantic sunsets from the tops of small buildings. You can email the ironlemon and I will forward it to him if you are interested.
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Dan wrote in to say that if he was an inappropriate sexual gesture, he would be:
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Made by the fine folks at
daylighttwilight.com
Reubens Accomplice is playing tonight (Tuesday)
With Nada Surf. At the Clubhouse. You should go. I think the show starts around 8:00.
Sorry about the lack of updates lately. I'm super busy. There will be good stuff here soon. I'm just about ready to put up the rest of the Real Diffs Deluxe songs, and I've got a couple live Pine Wyatt songs too.
I'm also preparing to go to the World of Concrete conference in Florida next week. Hopefully I'll have an internet connection so you can get LIVE UPDATES!! I know how much all of you want that.(0) comments [+/-] show/hide the comments
Sorry about the lack of updates lately. I'm super busy. There will be good stuff here soon. I'm just about ready to put up the rest of the Real Diffs Deluxe songs, and I've got a couple live Pine Wyatt songs too.
I'm also preparing to go to the World of Concrete conference in Florida next week. Hopefully I'll have an internet connection so you can get LIVE UPDATES!! I know how much all of you want that.
Saturday, February 07, 2004
new The Ballad Of shows
New shows! I will be out of town for the 2/15 show, but I'm being replaced by a violinist, and she sounds way better than me.
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some updates
There's some updates to the Aquanaut Drinks Coffee and Pine Wyatt websites. Other than that life is boring - nothing to report.
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Wednesday, February 04, 2004
the first stupid thing on someone's head picture
response to the "Brick-fuck" challenge
All right! We already have a response to the earlier 4:30am post (see below).
The Man and His Two Wives - Aesop
In the old days, when men were allowed to have many wives, a middle-aged Man had one wife that was old and one that was young; each loved him very much, and desired to see him like herself. Now the Man's hair was turning gray, which the young Wife did not like, as it made him look too old for her husband. So every night she used to brick-fuck his hair and pick out the white ones. But the elder Wife saw her husband growing gray with great pleasure, for she did not like to be mistaken for his mother. So every morning she used to brick-fuck his hair and pick out as many of the black ones as she could. The consequence was the Man soon found himself entirely bald. Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield.
Very Good! Keep them coming. I'm also still waiting for people to send me pictures of people with stupid shit on their heads.(0) comments [+/-] show/hide the comments
The Man and His Two Wives - Aesop
In the old days, when men were allowed to have many wives, a middle-aged Man had one wife that was old and one that was young; each loved him very much, and desired to see him like herself. Now the Man's hair was turning gray, which the young Wife did not like, as it made him look too old for her husband. So every night she used to brick-fuck his hair and pick out the white ones. But the elder Wife saw her husband growing gray with great pleasure, for she did not like to be mistaken for his mother. So every morning she used to brick-fuck his hair and pick out as many of the black ones as she could. The consequence was the Man soon found himself entirely bald. Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield.
Very Good! Keep them coming. I'm also still waiting for people to send me pictures of people with stupid shit on their heads.
Aquanaut Drinks Coffee
Give yourself a high five because Guess What!! The Aquanaut Drinks Coffee website is UP!!!! OMG!!!
It is far from finished. There are some mp3 to listen to and a little bit of information, but I have an almost endless pool of songs to categorize and prioritize and analyze and put up on the site. There will also be pictures and graphics and stuff.
Enjoy.
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It is far from finished. There are some mp3 to listen to and a little bit of information, but I have an almost endless pool of songs to categorize and prioritize and analyze and put up on the site. There will also be pictures and graphics and stuff.
Enjoy.
come on everybody
I received this email at 4:30 am:
Try the following:
take any published piece of short fiction and then
substitute exactly one random adjective with the
word "brick-fuck". submit for publication, and
imagine the reader's experience.
I'm going to need to drink some more coffee before I can do that. But it sounds like a good idea.
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Try the following:
take any published piece of short fiction and then
substitute exactly one random adjective with the
word "brick-fuck". submit for publication, and
imagine the reader's experience.
I'm going to need to drink some more coffee before I can do that. But it sounds like a good idea.
Monday, February 02, 2004
Canyon is good
I saw a band named Canyon last night at Modified. They were quite good. You should listen to them. They've been touring with Jay Farrar (from Uncle Tupelo) for a couple months, opening and then being his back up band. Good stuff.
If anyone wants to know what The Ballad Of sounds like, I can now officially say "We kind of sound like Canyon".
El Oso Negro put on a fine performance as well. Good job. I will write more praise after I drink some more coffee.(0) comments [+/-] show/hide the comments
If anyone wants to know what The Ballad Of sounds like, I can now officially say "We kind of sound like Canyon".
El Oso Negro put on a fine performance as well. Good job. I will write more praise after I drink some more coffee.
