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.

Development

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.

Haplotype

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.