Geek Night

Friday, 30 June 2006

I was plan­ning on a nice quiet night at home un­til Steve dragged me kick­ing and scream­ing to the Lit so I could make some changes to the TwiFi site de­sign be­fore he goes down to Columbus next week to present on it. While I did this Andy showed some geek porn on the bar closed-cir­cuit tele­vi­sion. We watched a 1992 in­struc­tional video on a 15 ppm printer and a sales video for file servers. Nick and Ballroom Johnson were also there, so there was talk over hand-drawn elec­tri­cal di­a­grams and Argentinian polka. I also got the ba­sics put to­gether for a site that my buddy Jeremy re­quested for his brother, who was re­cently di­ag­nosed with sar­coma and has an even chance of mak­ing it an­other year.

Since it has been awhile here are some cool links:

MetaFilter Music- mu­sic cre­ated by site users. Really great so far, and brand new. [My fa­vorites thus­far].
• Upon First Meeting- RISD pho­tog­ra­phy student’s gallery of por­traits of peo­ple from Craigslist.
• Victor Borge Phonetic Punctuation, Victor Borge with mup­pets [flash vid]
Kitten Cannon
The Collier System for the Classification of Very Small Objects
The Aural Times- Josh Millard com­poses songs about the news.


Thursday, 29 June 2006

Getting to my apart­ment has been even hairier than usual lately. Both en­trance streets are one way, but the one that is most ac­ces­si­ble to me is on-​again/​off-​again closed by a con­struc­tion com­pany that is build­ing 5 $200k tax-abated town­houses on about 2000 ft2 of land. Each town­house is, lit­er­ally, ten feet wide. Would you pay that kind of money for a house ten feet wide? They are go­ing to be three sto­ries, with rooftop porches that have a de­light­ful down­wind view of the steel mill and of the rot­ting rooftops of the houses next door to them. The last time I saw the plans, they were also go­ing to have one wall an­gling out over the street, and one side of the build­ing cov­ered in cor­ru­ga­tion. That’ll look re­ally pretty af­ter a few years of sul­fur diox­ide in the rain. I re­ally can’t see these things sell­ing, but they prob­a­bly will. I don’t know much about that.

I’m just bitch­ing be­cause my ride home takes an ex­tra three min­utes.

Alternative Ways to Squeeze the Charmin

Tuesday, 27 June 2006

• Vise Grips.
• Drop an anvil on it.
• With your thighs.
• Throw it into a black hole.
• Raise its prop­erty taxes.
• Trash com­pactor.
• Using some fat guy’s man-breasts.
• Using some hot chick’s woman-breasts.
• Belly flop­ping on it.
• With Dynamic Tension™.

Neighborhood Connections Party

Sunday, 25 June 2006

DSC00837Today I rode my bike a nearly equiv­a­lent dis­tance on the east side, to the City Greenhouse in the ridicu­lously pretty Rockefeller Park. Neighborhood Connections was hav­ing an event for all the grantees and any­one else who wanted to come. The weather was per­fect, and most of the folks did some sort of pre­sen­ta­tion or show for their project. There were dancers, tum­blers, vi­o­lin­ists, some pan­tomime sorta stuff from Morrison Dance and pizza and ice cream. Jeff Schuler was even there do­ing capoeira with folks from the Passport Project. I man­aged to do some good net­work­ing and I hope I’ll be able to get the lady from the Tremont History Project to do monthly post­ings on his­tor­i­cal items of in­ter­est on Tremonter.

I got a good work­out, since I also helped tear down all the ta­bles and then had to ride my bike back to Tremont. On my way back I saw, some dude who told me to “Get the fuck out of my neigh­bor­hood, nig­ger!” a woman in her 60s [or pos­si­bly older] wear­ing a belly shirt [I al­most wiped out when I saw that] and heard this crazy noise com­ing from all the cars on the rum­ble strips of Dead Man’s Curve.

I’m frig­gin’ ex­hausted. All my pics are here.

Saturday Bike Tour

Saturday, 24 June 2006

I got up early this morn­ing and rode my bike from Tremont to the Memphis Drive-in for the flea mar­ket. I killed about an hour and a half brows­ing through all the booths, eat­ing some soft-serve and shoot­ing the breeze. I ended up buy­ing Dr. Mario and Pro Wrestling for my NES for $5. Then I went from Brooklyn to Detroit-Shoreway and the 84 Charing Cross Bookstore. This is a book collector’s book­store and they have some ab­solutely amaz­ing stuff, in­clud­ing some edi­tions of Edgar Rice Burroughs ad­ven­tures with great cover art. They’ve got a huge se­lec­tion of po­etry, first edi­tions of many books and lots of signed works as well. I ended up get­ting a fenc­ing man­ual from the turn of the cen­tury [the 20th cen­tury]. They’re only open on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, or by ap­point­ment, but if you love books, you should make the ef­fort to visit. They also have a bea­gle with re­ally soft ears.

I rode on home and put some nice thick pork chops in a mari­nade and then went to do my laun­dry where I chat­ted with a cool girl and her Papillon. Then I grilled my pork chops on the char­coal grill I picked up last week and they were sim­ply de­li­cious. I think pork chops are prob­a­bly al­ways best grilled. Now I’m at Tremont Scoops, where I just pol­ished off a pint of Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup ice cream. I’m sit­ting out­side, us­ing their WiFi and watch­ing loaded sub­ur­ban­ites pack them­selves into Lolly the Trolley for this weekend’s Tremont House Tour. I think I’m gonna go home and play some Dr. Mario now.

Skill Set

Friday, 23 June 2006

If I’m ever go­ing to get out of this rut and in a sit­u­a­tion where I can do some­thing that means some­thing I’m go­ing to need a stronger skill set. I think I’ve fig­ured out why no one wants to hire me. I ob­vi­ously don’t have enough ex­pe­ri­ence or strong enough skills for the type of po­si­tions I’ve been seek­ing. Even though Heinlein said “spe­cial­iza­tion is for in­sects” and I’ve been of that par­tic­u­lar mind­set since be­fore I knew who Heinlein was, it looks like I have to bug out. My cur­rent po­si­tion is not do­ing any­thing to en­hance my em­ploy­able skills, so I think I’m go­ing to have to up an­chor and go ex­plor­ing. Just as soon as I save up a cou­ple thou­sand more.


Thursday, 22 June 2006

-for Nick Traenkner

There is alcohol in me tonight, alcohol
and yes I have breathed in smoke and
breathed it back out out to you surrounded
by words unctuous, bombastic, evangelical.

Dress me in horse hair, the hair what was once
a horse and a belt of leather from what was once
a cow so costumed words take on legitimacy

or invest me in silks as the new pope of continual
omnipotent excess. The dirt of life is death
death death! The dirt of life is the fruit of death.
The dirt of life is a scientific experiment where

you tread on wheels while I spume and wrack at
you, your bare feet hatched with the turning
tide. Proud in persistence. I will talk until

you listen.