New York
Avon, CT
Niagara Falls, NY
Cleveland, OH
Chicago, IL
Sylvis, IL
Des Moines, IA
Omaha, NE
Alliance, NE
Hill City, SD
Buffalo, WY
Cody, WY
Yellowstone, WY
Grand Teton, WY
Jackson Hole, WY
Salt Lake City, UT
Glendale, UT
Las Vegas, NV
Los Angeles, CA
Malibu, CA
Santa Barbara, CA
San Luis Obispo, CA
Santa Cruz, CA
San Francisco, CA
New York
Geneva, Switzerland
New York
Bangkok, THAILAND
Ayuthya, T.
Pithsanulok, T.
Sukhothai, T.
Chiang Mai, T.
Chiang Khong, T.
Huai Xai, LAOS
Pakbeng, L.
Luang Prabang, L.
Hanoi, VIETNAM
Sapa, V.
Hanoi, V.
Halong Bay, V.
Hanoi, V.
Hoi An, V.
Saigon, V.
Chau Doc, V.
Phnom Penh, CAMBODIA
Siem Reap, C.
and another two weeks to go…

He’s says he’s 21 again.

which really could be a sly way of saying he’s some multiple of 21. Polling is open. Is he 63 or 84?

PS: If any of you want birthday wishes posted here, for a nominal charge, please comment your birthdate.

just when i thought the world was devoid of meaning, there’s this: USARPS League

(thanks WH)

Genesis

Because over the past three days i’ve gotten news of two deaths and one very serious separation and none of them were really predictable and or expected within what one might consider the “normal” course of events. So really, enjoy it while it lasts.

Because it’s Monday, and also because this is first and foremost a serious site, might i recommend readin this: kitten huffing.

this is an update by special request.

Shout out to Helena.

Throw your hands in the aiiir and wave ‘em like you just don’t caaare.

There. Happy now?

But seriously.

The update cometh. Right now he’s in a bar on the Lower East Side with the Iceman, who cometheth too.

Not that i’ve been away really. And not that i’ve been busy in any way that would seriously have precluded posting here. I hate hate hate it when people say “i’m sorry, i’ve been really busy”. Be it a fellow blogger gone absent, a friend who hasn’t returned calls or e-mails. It makes you contemplate your own schedule cluttered with things insufficiently existential as to justify your not answering e-mails and whatnot, and makes you feel quite inadequate, unwanted, unloved. Because they’re out there doing things, serious things that only busy people do. They take pride in being busy, the fuckers. But i digress.

The point is that i haven’t been so much busy in a way that would have justifiably prevented me from posting, but i’ve been running around losing lots of time here and there as i’m wont to do.

Anyway, i’m sure i’ll be back soon, with long (at least two paragraphs) posts of angst and cynicism. Until then, i leave you with the Brooklyn Botanic Garden’s Cherry Esplanade in full bloom.

i’m searching for the adequate term to define having the experience of déjà vu, but where you are reliving yourself having a déjà vu experience. Déjà vu squared? Re-déjà vu? Déjà revu? Been there done that again?

Any opinions are welcome.

interestingly enough and à propos of nothing, i’ve just found out i share a birthdate with the assassins of Abraham Lincoln and John Lennon.

Spring = Good

Well, the dread deed is done. Apart from the minor aesthetic variations, the principal changes are those you can’t actually see. I have moved from using Movable Type to Wordpress to publish this blog, and it is fabulous. For those of you with hosting who are looking for something that is less slow and massive than Movable Type, i can’t recommend Worpdress enough. The simple fact that the content generation is dynamic and not static (i.e that every time you make a change it is immediately visible without you having to wait for it to slog through rebuilding every individual page) is enough. But the fact that using very basic tags and with no prior knowledge of php you can easily configure your page structure to look exactly how you want it is great. To those of you who are still using hosted services like typepad or blogger, this is the way to go. Throw caution to the wind and buy some hosting of your own and set up wordpress (downloadable at wordpress.org) and regain control of your writing and pictures and whatever else you wish to have on your page, though uploading pottery and macrame can be a challenge (cue laugh track).

testing 1…2…3…

that’s hilarious. P L & Rn’R comes up first for a search on “rhum and coke”

Just tasted soy milk for the first time. Am seeking to gather others’ impressions of said beverage. My personal take is that if used as an off-white interstitial liquid it is bearable. On it’s own, it tastes like licking the underside of a farmer’s shoe.

i think they’re fixed.

This is very funny, in a tongue-in-cheek kind of way: Blog for Billionaires

That being said, where the hell does the expression tongue-in-cheek come from? Have you ever tried saying something tongue-in-cheek? It sounds like this: doo ow imp orl farl barl ah mar war. Which, at least to me, makes no sense.

Anyone?

Libby Gelman-Waxner, my favorite columnist for Premiere, who usually has me on the floor laughing, is not who she says she is. She’s a screenwriter named Paul Rudnick. Man, to have been led on like that is what really hurts. I’m sure it shouldn’t change anything but this cataclysmic feeling of betrayal will prevent me from enjoying that column in the same way. Hell, i’ll probably stop reading the magazine altogether.

Now please excuse me, i must retire to the privacy of my office and cry.

Definately. Definately? Definately?!!

Definitely. Please. I can’t take it anymore. It’s an i. Not an a. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Clearly the most widespread and disturbing spelling mistake on the web. It drives me bugshit. Don’t know why. Must be genetic.

I’ve figured out how to e-mail pics from my cell phone. Yay.

because otherwise your conjunction might become a castrated ram.

“He’s a little emotional over the whole situation, but he’s doing much better now,” says Andrew’s rep about the attorney-trainee’s run-in with the law. “It’s just a parking ticket”.

That, dear readers, isn’t what we’ve heard. It seems everybody’s favorite would-be lawyer was caught not wearing a suit to work, contrary to attorney-trainee regulations, § 1.1.2, and was threatened by the accountant he shares his basement office with. “He just came in wearing an orange t-shirt and jeans and I thought, this is one guy who’s definitely living on the edge,” says 45 year-old accountant, Jeannie Merryweather. She apparently tried to warn him of the possibly dire consequences of such behaviour, but was met with nothing but contempt. “I tried to tell him, you know, for his own good, and that’s when he…(breaks down sobbing) gave me the FINGER!”.

Ms. Merryweather has pressed charges and is demanding $1.2 million in damages, citing an incapactiy to blink her left eye following her traumatic experience at the hands of a “callous, insensitive brute”.

Andrew’s rep had no comment concerning Ms. Merryweather’s allegations, stating only that “Andrew is a law-abiding and respected member of the legal community. Anyone suggesting otherwise is an attention-hungry lying bitch”.

just for the hell of it, and to revel in the anonymity of non-existence, i googled p l & r n’ r, which we all know means, please learn to read n’ rite, or pop a lude & really relax, or pesto linguine & random rodents.

as i only changed the name last week from something even dumber, there’s no way it’s in google. Here’s what does come up:

RADIO NIEPOKALANÓW - Błęktine Granie na 102,7 FM i 98,6 FM

So i’m proud to invite you all on a trip to polish radio. Enjoy.

let me rephrase that last post.

it’s so fucking cold, when i stepped out to get lunch and smiled at someone, my teeth started making a crinkling sound, like ice cubes dropped in water about to crack.

seity

\Se”i*ty\, n. [L. se one’s self.] Something peculiar to one’s self. [R.] –Tatler.

from dictionary.com

”Free State Project, Liberty in Our Lifetime”

bigempty.com: about tim gasperak

scary: “Hey It’s That Guy!”

“Emotion. An unpleasant visceral feeling of sorrow, unhappiness, depression, or gloom.

Antonym: HAPPINESS. See also MAMMALIAN BRAIN.”

From the Nonverbal Dictionary, Copyright 1998, 1999, 2000 (David B. Givens/Center for Nonverbal Studies)

I can’t quite decide which sounds sexier:

“Libre arbitre et culpabilité, auto-antagonisme de l’Homme occidental judeo-chrétien, ou De l’auto-régulation individuelle à l’aurée du 21ème siècle”

or

“Ennui & Perversion, corrélation anodine ou vérification de l’adage anglo-saxon idle hands do the devil’s work? Quelle place pour Satan à l’heure de l’entrée dans les moeurs du sado-masochisme de masse?”

now i know what a meme is. Not même (French) as in even or identical.

recommended reading: http://maxwell.lucifer.com/virus/alt.memetics/what.is.html

OK. Last one for the day. I really like this.

what sort of weirdo are you?

this quiz by orsa

wait! there’s more. I think this is called reaching absolute zero. I think this is called grasping at straws. In McDonald’s. Late at night. WTF?

are you a karon?

this quiz by orsa

i can’t stand all the idiotic tests out there, but the esthetic of this result was irresistible

what number are you?

this quiz by orsa

Of course, since the questions in the test only relate to self-appraisal/self-image, the test doesn’t say much about the truth of a person, unless you’re among those who consider that the universe will cease to exist when you do, it only being a construct of your mind. In which case, your perception of yourself is in fact the only truth.

check these out. Both depressing and morbidly fascinating

facesofthefallen

costofwar

this isn’t a blog. i won’t bore my readership (me, and maybe myself) with the details of my humdrum life. i will continue to limit my posts to meaningful things. i…will…continue…writing…meaningful…things…. Must…resist…

oh, whatever.

so anyway, this morning, i ran out of toilet paper.

howdy.

today my ipod chain-smoked the following:

Transitions::::The beastie boys
Pull/Pulk:::Radiohead
Little Darlin’:::The Diamonds
The scene is clean:::Max Roach/Clifford Brown
Never get old:::David Bowie
Chain of Fools:::Aretha Franklin
Ship of fools:::The Doors
My Morning Song:::The Black Crowes
Yoshimi battles the pink robots:::The Flaming Lips
On a plain:::Nirvana
Easin’ In:::Edwin Starr (Gilles Peterson, Worldwide)
Cherokee:::Joe Pass
Skylark:::Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers
Kooks:::David Bowie
First we take Manhattan:::Leonard Cohen
Ain’t no telling:::Jimi Hendrix

With 3755 songs to choose from, it’s amazing what random play comes up with. Although I sometimes have some doubts concerning the quality of apple’s algorithm, evidenced by the juxtaposition of Chain of fools and Ship of fools…duh… It’s funny that to get something random or seemingly random, you need to make use of extremely complex methods.

blah

welcome.

this isn’t a blog per se. It is however a means for me to post random sh*t without having to give each separate bit of text a title and a specific link, thereby granting what is often a blurted out thought process more importance than it deserves.

I feel much better now. I was about to take the site down until i found this workaround. As mentioned above, what bothered me was the fact that the old layout made it seem like everything i wrote was an “essay”, as in “please limit yourself to 2500 words on death, existentialism as a post-modern means of escaping responsibility, and why South Park is a great show”, when it’s usually just stuff i write around 11 pm on a napkin.

anyway.

see! see! internet makes you smarter! new words everyday! see!

anomie or anomy
n.
Social instability caused by erosion of standards and values.
Alienation and purposelessness experienced by a person or a class as a result of a lack of standards, values, or ideals: We must now brace ourselves for disquisitions on peer pressure, adolescent anomie and rage (Charles Krauthammer).

blog. it’s a russian word, and like a russian doll encloses many meanings.
1. verb. to purge, dump, exorcise.
2. noun. an outlet, safety valve, void, blank space.
3. something that’s stuck in your nose.

how to implement simulation of heart failure and go home early without somehow drawing upon myself the wrath of whatever god out there deals with guilt and superstitions?