Never been one to let the carrier drop

http://www.margaretcho.com/blog/blog.htm

Yes, she has a blog.

Of course, this is the 21st century. Everyone has a blog. I don’t know whether we are going to get anything done or not, but we’re sure going to be a well-documented bunch.

You can stare out there into the piles of words until you get lost. I’m already lost, and I’ve been lost for a good long while now. The more I program parking meters, the loster I feel.

So, I met with a new musician the other day.. Tory – sent him email, but no replies. I think there are possibilities, but I also think I might have scared him. Well, if so, it’s not the first time. Another guy is trying to get me to cruise out to cap hill tonight.. and I honestly can’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t.

Other than the fact that I oughterbe working.

I wish I could get some serious momentum going on the parking meters thing again. Yesterday my sole accomplishment was creating header definitions for the (37!) feilds in the database table I’m going to be replicating to and from the handheld. I never want to type PROP_TAG again. I hate macros.

I feel like going downstairs and doing a WSHR broadcast to no one. [Hmm.. how’s that again?]. What I need to do is write out checks for people and go to the bank and go mail them.

Eating something other than candy might also be advised.

You can’t always get what you want.. but if you try sometimes, you just might find.. you get what you need…

S.

I so want to believe that I’m special, unique, worthwhile.

But sometimes it seems like I’m completely pointless, or even counterproductive..

I refuse to give up yet.

First of all, LoLs from Brig has a awesome photoblog. I direct you (and my future self) at http://www.apparentlynothing.com/

That said, let’s move on to more narccisic themes.

One of the first things that blogs and livejournal have taught me is that there are a whole lot of cool people in Netland. I like to think we feed off each other, bouncing ideas and concepts and memes around, and that at some point we will approach some larger solutions to the larger problems that as always face the world. This is probably just my innate optimism getting the better of me, but hey, what are you going to do?

My mom sent me some poll results which she intimated indicated that the american public was not behind a woman’s right to choose, nor gay rights (two things that she is adamently against). I sent her back a nice long well considered email in which I managed to not tell her to grow up even once. 😉 I thought it was one of my better works, so I stuck it in my letters to mom file on my web site. Hey, at least I’m a well documented bastard.

Actually, I don’t think my paternity is in any question at all.

Though you never know. I suspect it will come out in the end that despite the fact that my dad was in the army, my parents were in fact hippies. At least I hope so – I mean, they drove a VW microbus – not one, but two – and my mother has stated she was against Vietnam.

I can always hope. Figuring out my dad is something that I will probably spend the rest of my life doing, largely unsuccessfully. I wonder if he feels the same way about me?

Anyway, writing the email (which wasn’t really a flame, exactly, more sort of a discourse) was very emotionally satisfying. I’m sure I’ll get a annoyed email back from her, but it’ll have been worth it.

Lara came over and made a serious stab at cleaning the Lumina. I haven’t actually gone out to look at what she did, but it took her a while and she looked pretty busy, so I’m guessing it was good work. She’s good at cleaning things as well as a good artist. 😉 which puts her two up on me I guess.

I was going to go out somewhere and party tonight, but instead I slept from 6:30p to about 3a, and then read Spider Robinson until about 4:30. Today I plan on spending with P…

Assorted drama ensued last night, but I’ll save that for a friends-only post, or perhaps more likely for a sheer-only post. 😉

Infrared communications are still giving me headaches. The guy at D. who claimed that this wasn’t rocket science was lying – I’m starting to think D. is deliberately sabotoging my efforts by giving me wrong information, at the very least.

though why they would do that is beyond me.

defenestration

When I was hanging out in orange county I met someone who described to me his friend as having ‘idiot savant’ disease.

Then he described me fairly accurately.

Is that what I am?

http://www.angio.net/pi/piquery

build software that imports a huge chunk of pi into a database, then allows visual representation of that as arbitrary number of pixels bitmap etc.. see what pi ‘looks’ like.

One of the things that most people don’t know about me is that I send out probably only a quarter of the emails I write.

I wonder, if I were to be hit by a bus tomorrow, what would be made of all the emails I don’t send. I can’t decide if I’d want them to be delivered to their intended recipiants, or deleted – probably a little of both. They make for intereseting reading for me, though.

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So, P. stayed over last night in order to help me face the scary Democrats (or the other way around, I think she was just as apprehensive as I was about the whole thing). It turned out to be rather a lot of fun, although I was truly pushing exhausted by the end of the thing, since I didn’t sleep at all last night. [Working and then playing music]

Anyway, sometime around 10ish we wandered down to a local school to cast our vote. My neighbor, who is a big Dean supporter, booed as I wrote in ‘Kucinich’ in the box, but it was completely in fun. Or mostly so anyway. There was one Kerry supporter who kind of scared me a little bit.. 😉

Anyway, so, after this our chair explained the rules of the system, and how we would be able to change our votes, horse-trade to get canidates viable, and whatever until the cutoff time. When we were told that any canidates with less than 15% of the vote were unviable, P. turned to me and said ‘Sorry’ and I started trying to figure out who I was going to change my vote to. I had just about decided on Kerry, despite the fact that there are a few things I really dislike about him – like how plastic he seems, how rich he is, and how he voted for the recent war – when I happened to glance over at the sheets.

You could plainly see everyone’s vote – I think this was a good thing, considering the horse-trading that later ensued, it made things simpler – and it didn’t look like Kucinich wasn’t a viable canidate _at all_. in fact, when the votes were tallied, in our precinct he got more than Kerry!

But then, I always knew I lived in a cool neighborhood.

It was neat in general – I got to meet some of my neighbors, which is something I definately don’t do enough of. In the end, we broke up into groups and decided who would take our issues to the county on May 1st and 8th. There were several volunteers, but I was chosen.

So now I’m active in local government. Well, kind of.

Anyway – I was also happy that at one point when it looked like Kucinich wasn’t going to get enough votes for a delegate after the horse-trading had ensued, P. was willing to change her vote to make Kucinich a viable canidate. 😉

It was a cool system – had almost a instant-runoff flavor to it. I think it would make a good system for electing a president – you could support multiple parties easily!

Who were you in a past life? by Kat007
Name:
Birthdate:
Favorite Color:
Country:
You were most probably:	Eva Braun
If not then you were:	Elizabeth Short
Created with quill18‘s MemeGen 2.0!

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“My Past Lives” by Too Much Joy
from the album “Son of Sam I Am”

I was Genghis Kahn I was Aristophenes
I was a guy named Urgh in 50,000 B.C.
I was Rasputin and all the chicks he had
I was Catherine the Great I was my mom and dad
I’ve been a butcher I’ve been a baker I have been a bookmaker
I have skippered Clipper ships and dug for undertakers
I’ve lived to be 98 and I have died when I was four
I’ve lived through war and peace and war and war and war and war

I could write a book about my past lives
I should write a book about my past lives
I died three times at Waterloo
This life’s not the best but at least I’m not you

I was Abe Lincoln I was all the slaves he freed
This life’s not the best but at least you’re not me
I’ve been French noblemen and I’ve been Russian peasants
I’ve been somebodies, nobodies, once I was a pheasant

Iwas there when Ceasar bled and I followed where Moses led
I wrote the words Mohammed said, I kissed the ground where St. Paul tread
I was best man when Henry wed, I put the crown on George’s head
I slept in Washington’s bed, I shot John F. Kennedy dead

I watched Atlantis sink below, hung out with Bowie at the aAlamo
I didn’t like being Edgar Allen Poe, I was sick a lot whe I was Rimbaud
I helped the druids build Stonehenge, me and Buddha invented Zen
Once I borrowed Shakespeare’s pen, Joan of Arc was my best friend

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“Galileo” – Indigo Girls

galileo’s head was on the block
the crime was looking up the truth
as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
i try to trace them to my youth
then you had to bring up reincarnation
over a couple of beers the other night
now i’m serving time for mistakes
made by another in another lifetime

how long till my soul gets it right?
can any human being ever reach
that kind of light?
i call on the resting soul
of galileo
king of night vision
king of insight

i think about my fear of motion
which i never could explain
some other fool across the ocean years ago
must have crashed his little airplane

how long till my soul gets it right?
can any human being ever reach
that kind of light?
i call on the resting soul
of galileo
king of night vision
king of insight

i’m not making a joke you know me
i take everything so seriously
if we wait for the time till all souls get it right
then at least i know there’ll be
no nuclear annihilation in my lifetime

i’m still not right

i offer thanks to those before me
that’s all i’ve got to say
maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
now i’ve got to pay

but then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
to let the next life off the hook
or she’ll say look what i had to overcome
from my last life i think i’ll write a book

how long till my soul gets it right?
can any human being ever reach
that kind of light?
i call on the resting soul
of galileo
king of night vision
king of insight

how long?

how long?

how long

www.TrueMajority.org/oreo

OKCupid says I am:

The Loverboy
Random Gentle Love Master (RGLMm)

Well-liked. Well-established. You are The Loverboy. Loverboys thrive in committed, steady relationships–as opposed to, say, Playboys, who want sex without too much attachment.

You’ve had many relationships and nearly all of them have been successful. You’re a nice guy, you know the ropes, and even if you can be a little hasty with decisions, most girls think of you as a total catch. Your hastiness comes off as spontaneity most of the time anyhow, making you especially popular in your circle of friends, too.

Your exact opposite:
The Billy Goat

Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer

You know not to make the typical Loverboy mistake of choosing someone who appreciates your good humor and popularity, but who offers nothing in return. You belong with someone outgoing, independent, and creative. Otherwise, you’ll get bored. And then instead of surprising her with flowers or a practical joke, you’ll surprise her by leaving.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph

CONSIDER: The Window Shopper, The Peach