August 8, 2000

(thing) by pealco (1 y) Wed Aug 02 2000 at 19:35:05

Today is:

New style (Gregorian): 8 August 2000
Old style (Julian): 26 July 2000 C.E.
Fixed:
730340 R.D.
Astronomical (at noon):
2451765 j.d.
ISO:
Tuesday, Week 32, Year 2000
Coptic:
2 Misra 1716 A.M.
Ethiopic:
2 Nahase 1992 E.E.
Islamic (until sunset):
7 Jumada I 1421 A.H.
Persian:
18 Mordad 1379 A.P.
Baha'i (until sunset):
Kam'al Kam'al, B'ab of V'ahid 9, Kull-i-Shay 1 B.E.
Hebrew (until sunset):
7 Av 5760 A.M.
Chinese:
cycle 78, year Geng-chen, month 7, day 9
Hindu Lunar (from sunrise):
9 Sravana 2057 V.E.
Hindu Solar (from sunrise):
23 Karka 1922 S.E.
French:
Decade III, Primidi de Thermidor de l'Annee 208 de la Revolution
Mayan (long count):
12.19.7.8.2

(thing) by JeffMagnus (5.2 y) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 0:03:33

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(idea) by Kallen (7.6 y) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 5:06:30
A civic holiday in Canada,(Simcoe Day in Ontario), for many of our fine provinces, also the end of the long weekend that included Caribbana festival downtown Toronto. I missed it again this year, living so deep into suburbia i often can't tell if culture ever stood for anything beyond tv and manicured lawns.

My old friend Sean came up from downtown, he just got a new leopard-skin rug molded to his motorbike. It does look pretty cool, for a machine that can easily cause instant death. The air outside is really beautiful, makes me wish i had a car and camping gear, i'd go away for a week or 2 and just meditate on mosquitos and beer.

It's too damn easy to slip into fights with some people here on e2, especially immature editors who seem to enjoy the trip of power/status. I may have an opinion in regards to certain policy, and perhaps some insight that cannot be implemented even if agreed to. I'm deleting a /msg from Sylvar, and i'm going to forget about this nonsense tonight.

I have a different problem also. I am admitting that i eat way too much, not that i am over-weight, i'm not.. but while my friends can only eat 3-4 slices of pizza, i'm still hungry after my own whole one. The thing is, i feel legitimately hungry, even when it can appear to others as gluttony. I run 8 km a day, but my consumption causes problems when you have to split a shared meal. What seems normal portions to me, is abnormal to the rest of the world. I have amazingly enough gone through lean times also, but it just bothers me i was still hungry after having a large pizza, plate of chicken wings, and spicey pasta shells.

I worked on a new song today using some samples I gathered a month ago. All the sounds I sampled from a short tv news piece from europe about Bjork attacking a reporter. Some very nice sounds and vocal inflections, the big problem i have is it is hard to hear the nuances of inter-twining rhythms when people complain about the noise level. I can't afford my own studio yet, so I'm pretty much limited until i purchase some headphones. Headphones scare me however, my hearing is bad enough from using a walkman on the bus to drown out the useless conversations of those around me.

I had a conversation about home mortgaging today, although i doubt i'll bother until i can put a reasonable downpayment together, and I still don't know what part of the planet i want to live on for any extended period of time. I also started reading some very academic articles about future database systems and the use of sensory transducers which influence alternate information processing and knowledge development. I find this stuff very interesting, but i don't think i can see myself spending my life looking for grants to write academic papers.

So, now that the long weekend is over I guess i should be looking for work, even though i am completely uninspired, and wondering if i want to even bother continuing after the jobs i was supposed to get with my MCSE. The only jobs i've found in Canada are Computer technician positions or that Y2k Deployment i did which was challenging, but limited in scope of overall network engineering. I know at least now that i don't want to become an IT Manager, I find WAN stuff cool, but what it really comes down.. I want to write music and draw, spin records and work with cutting edge media technology.

Had a chat with my friend's sister today after my run. She's getting ready to go off to university in Ottawa. Same town as i did, but she's going to Ottawa U (Tom Green had his first radio show there), whereas i went to Carleton. I can remember being just as excited for a new start to life somewhere else, it just hasn't left me.. i still want to find that one place that everything will fit who i am. I just get tired of being in 1 place so fast, that unless i am able to focus on the things that are important to me, i just want to jet. The difference between me and many other people is that i will do it, I'll go to Europe, or San Francisco, or Japan.

Right now, i'm just going to sleep.
(idea) by Uberfetus (4.7 y) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 5:48:01
Another cord snaps.

The supports creak and I can feel the road beneath me vibrate. The wind and the rain are assaulting the bridge with a vengeance, testing its strength. But the bridge is weak. It has always been. Lightning rends the sky, casting my long shadow upon the ground. Heart beats, I see my reflection in a puddle.

This bridge just might be falling down.

(idea) by dizzy (3.2 y) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 7:03:00

Yesterday | Dizzy->Day_Logs() | Tomorrow


8:00 BST

I finally manage to get into work on time, but only because I went to bed early and didn't hang around this morning. I wonder whether you could plot a job satisfaction against morning start time graph?

My Project Leader has helpfully given me a list of things to do this week; I wouldn't mind this if he wasn't such an obnoxious git. I know he's a rising star within the company; I just wish he would hurry up and rise somewhere else.

I'm a complete sucker for Horoscopes and mysticism; every day I check out the Everything I-Ching. Today, both my hexagrams were: Lu, treading (conduct)

12:50 BST

Wheelie Chair + formica lab floor = happiness

Yup, played a little chair hockey this morning. The good thing about our lab is the absence of managers; probably something to do with the proximity to real work ;-)

I have a toolkit. It seems that the best kept secret in our lab is that our goods inwards guy has a bunch of toolkits in a locked cupboard. I signed one out and received my little box of happiness complete with screwdrivers, socket tools and even a "rack mounting square thingy removal tool". I feel like an initiate to a strange new monastery; "The order of the Rackmount" or something...

Got the latest Mozilla daily build; Mmm, nice browser. I'm posting this with Moz, it is nice and quick and only crashes as much as Netscape now.

Yes, I know that was a geeky update, but sometimes I just can't deny it.

20:10 BST

Ugh

I seem to have some kind of ear infection. Right now, I have maybe 30% of my normal hearing ability. This Sucks! I'm therefore looking forward to a day at work saying "Pardon?" to everyone who attempts to talk to me. I saw the doctor and she told me to have my ears syringed - this will be a new experience for me.

Hmm, possible noding material...

(idea) by Gamaliel (4.8 y) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 7:24:35
2:49 am EST

Just finished writing about Pat Buchanan and John Hagelin. Man, I have a problem with deadlines.

There was a big cat fight at work on Friday and I missed it! I was in my office the whole time so I missed the carnage. Apparently, the office manager, the front desk secretary, and another woman (I forget her title) got into a huge spat over who was responsible for doing what at the front desk. We are understaffed and deluged with calls, but the Powers That Be cut the front desk advisor, and even removed the second phone up there. Insane. My job responsibilities don't involve the front desk at all, but I help out up there whenever I can, and hide in my office when I am feeling cranky and unhelpful.

Most of the morning we spent looking for the laptop we need for the PowerPoint presentation. Apparently, the computer guy has been taking it home with him to work on another project, but didn't bother telling any of us. Thanks, asshole. So we're running around looking for the thing all morning until he shows up to work with it finally. And then in the afternoon I come back from lunch to find that the laptop is missing again and everyone expects me to find it! I found it buried in his office, thankfully.

Classes begin in two weeks, and most of them are full. I don't know what the hell the students coming in now are going to take, and they and their parents are all pissed off because no one told them most of the classes would be full at this late date, but we muddle through the best we can. Marriott put a hold on everyone who didn't pay for their meal plan, now mandatory for all freshmen living in the residence halls, but didn't bother telling the students about the deadline! What the fuck are the food people doing putting holds on student registration? They got slapped down hard today by one of the deans, who told them they would be on the hook for a year's worth of dorm fees for each student who bailed because of their fuck up, but we still had to deal with the problem today. Once again we are left to clean up after everybody's mess.

Last night I got an invitation to the bachelor party of an old friend. I was stunned because it made me realize how much has changed, and how much hasn't, in my life since I was last in touch with so many of my friends. I had expected to be living in Canada by now and planned to fly down to his wedding, and now that the day is here and I'm still in Florida, it just reminds me of the road not taken.

And I have exactly one month and two days to find a date to bring to the wedding. Like I said, I am terrible with deadlines...
(place) by Pseudo_Intellectual (18.7 hr) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 9:36:03
coming home from the poetry slam benefit with my brand new $30 "I AM GOD'S GIFT" lunchbox (acquired at the slam auction) at 1 am I am distressed to find that my monitor is not functioning in the slightest. This is hardly a surprise - it was the first colour monitor I ever had and has logged probably well over seven years of faithful service - but it is still a darned inconvenience when it's unexpected. Doubtless sometime very soon I will investigate finangling the financing of a new monitor and I can explore the worlds beyond 640 x 480, but works get gummed up.

Right now I'm on the amber firewall dumb terminal and either e2 has grown more problematic for lynx use (unlikely) or windows use has made me lazy and impatient (quite likely), which means that there will be no significant nodage by myself until the acquisition of a new monitor, putting a temporary crimp in the sharing of details and artifacts from the Pacific Northwest Tabnet / Everything pit-of-doom-sacrifice and Retinal Scarring (tm) which just wrapped up yesterday evening, to say nothing of other noding projects pushed further back in the wings and all the mass quantities of e-mail I had hoped to clear up tonight; I shall be stealing idle moments on my roommates' computers in the days to come.

Interacting with nice and articulate young women (and men, for that matter) at the poetry slam and reflecting on my state since and of the past month I conclude that perhaps I have learned as much as I am going to from the level of solitude I have adhered to; further years in the "alone in a crowd" scenario will merely be quantitavely (?) different, not qualitatively. Being alone definitely has more for me, but that would require a more physical isolation on top of the social one I've maintained.

I only feel interesting when someone expresses interest in me; unwilling to be the unmoved mover this results in self-fulfilling prophecy of disinterest beyond the most superficial (that man is wearing quite a lot of buttons on his hat!) level. The seeds are always in me, but the blight that killed off the plants three years ago was followed by an interminable drought. A month ago someone watered me, and soft shoots are both delighting me and making me delightful.

Well, I can always hope. (That's the thing, though, is that I couldn't. Next thing you know I'll have well-formed wants and desires and I may become unstoppable!)

Lock up your toys.

in our last episode... | p_i-logs | and then, all of a sudden...

(idea) by break (4.1 y) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 9:57:49
13:00 EET

Note to self: Do not buy two paninis and think you could eat both of them in a row.

I think I'm going to barf.
Those things are so damn filling.

Nausea aside, the day has gone pretty well. I got my printed Arabuusimiehet-posters, and they look quite pretty. But I am thinking about getting real posters made out of it, big and on a shiny paper. That would qualify as cool if you ask me.

Once again, I had to just sit around while the bosses held some presentation using my workstation. It sucks to have the best monitor in the office. Well, actually it's nearly the only monitor, since many of us use laptops nowadays. I prefer a real PC with a 19" screen, thank you.
Some of my fellow workers say they are coming down with a fever. Since I've only been seriously sick once in the last five years, it's doubtful they can spread the virus on me. A couple days of solid sack time couldn't really hurt though. I didn't have a vacation this summer, saving my holidays for december.

I *really* feel nauseous. Maybe some good old noding will take my mind off the Italian delicacies trying to burst out of my stomach.


15:55 EET

Phew! Just like yesterday, I have somehow managed to do important work stuff and a lot of noding. A lot for a slow noder like myself, that is. And unlike some of you might think, none of my synthesizer entries are "cut'n'paste writeups". The information is gathered from 4-5 sources and written in my own words. Hopefully this is appreciated by at least some of you.

I'm somewhat happy to see this crap I'm typing hasn't received much votes today, at least yet. Getting lots of XP for such mindless sludge makes me feel all guilty, since other noders (like Prole today) present a helluva lot more interesting and meaningful thoughts than myself, but get roughly the same amount of upvotes. And I for one don't write day logs for the XP. Naturally, I prefer the current situation to all the entries being downvoted. Still, there is guilt from getting XP way too easy.
*sigh*.. what the hell am I whining about again? I should try my best to come up with interesting and meaningful stuff, instead of wasting time and space complaining about something so silly.

Time to leave the office. I'm supposed to shave and get a haircut today. No more Chewbacca-look for a while!


22:54 EET

After losing my beard and most of my hair, I almost look like a human being! I should probably take a new picture of myself now, before the removed accessories grow back. Not that the picture currently on my home node would be too outdated, it was taken some 11 months ago.

Dunno why, but I feel *good*. There isn't anything particular to feel happy about, but nothing that negative either. Maybe it's the comfortable weather? The good music I'm listening to? Who cares? I'll enjoy the feeling as long as it will last.


Today's Writeups:
Dream Log: August 8, 2000 | Dream On | Korg DSM-1 | Korg DSS-1 | Korg DW-6000 | Korg DW-8000 | Korg EX-8000 | TVTV! | TVTV! Chat

(idea) by prole (33.9 min) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 10:06:33
when i was little, i went to an easter egg in hunt in a mall that's since been torn down. i was horribly shy then, worse than now, and i had no idea what to do, could not ask any of the adults to tell me. i ran around with my easter basket, doing what the other kids were doing, picking up plastic eggs hidden in the racks of merchandise. and behind some bathroom products, there was a golden egg. it didn't look like the others, the size was different, it didn't open.. i looked up and down the aisle and no one was there and i wanted to put it in my basket, but i was so afraid that i would be yelled at. so i didn't, i replaced it and went out of the store, confused, minor trinkets forgotten. some kid ran up, older, waving the golden egg, and won the prize, which was a bicycle. and it could have been me, but i didn't see it for what it was.

i am increasingly bitter.

ironically, the more bitter i get, the more ass i get. mostly because i've stopped caring and begun taking sex at surface value. but you know what they say: inside every optimist is a pessimist, and in the heart of every brooding pessimist, a glimmer of hope.

sometimes i stop with the frat boy posturing and i stick my finger in the wound. i wonder what if, all the possibilities i wrote off, how nice would it be to lay in someone's arms and know i could stay there forever? and i know it's wrong, because it's been five years since i've been in love and even that was the sickest, cruelest sort. i tried to do it the old-fashioned way, put up with the mutual disdain in deference to longevity, comfort, routine, but it didn't work.

and i vacillate like a fucking weather vane.. today i swear off love, tomorrow i swear off sex, the day after i've sworn off boys for no less than a month, and by the end of the week i'm drunk and feeling invincible all over again.

it's not exactly right to say it saddens me, not the process itself, not the sweet silly boys who think they're persuading me.. the end result, that's what hurts. i cannot trust, and i know it. i cannot let myself fall, though sometimes i want to so badly i feel it in my teeth and the soles of my feet.

somehow i sold my soul to the pursuit of perfection and am now stuck on my little hamster wheel, a fool's bargain. i was afraid to be hurt and here's where it got me. sharing a bed and going home alone.

i'm an idiot.
(thing) by naked_ape (3.8 mon) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 10:09:22
10:00 CET

This is the second day of the Campus Party 2000, a gathering of 2.000 computer aficionados. They travel with their PC or Mac (in fact, I am writing this from a G4 in the Mac Zone) and spend a week playing, learning and socializing in a gigantic hall (100 m long and 50 m wide).

Some people have spent all night awake, some are still in the camp area, and some are still in the place where they crashed last night: sleeping over the keyboard, under the table, etc.

I am not a participant, I am here as a journo, so it's OK for me to go around asking people: where are you from?, why you play Quake 3 Arena without textures? (I knew this, I am the father Quake), is this the Debian Potato distribution?, why do you think that they are so few girls?, etc

It is a joy to be around so many people with so many things in common.

(thing) by TallRoo (4.7 mon) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 10:33:58
Drove to work. Realised I had to top up the Rain-X on my windscreen (/ windshield). Got to work. Noded Rain-X. Noded water off a duck's back too. Fancy no-one having written about that yet. Honestly people!

Bored now, so although it's still early, it's Lunchtime I think.

Wow. Yesterday my wife got home form University and admitted that she'd made a user on E2. I've clearly been talking about Everything way too much at home recently :-)
This morning I had a really good, vivid dream, which I can't put in the dream log because I've forgotten it. Hrmmm.

More later ?

(idea) by heyoka (4.9 d) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 11:00:18
Falling asleep last night (this morning in that uncertain hour when even clubbers are starting to yawn) after the wide-eyed stare of insomnia, I had a moment of panic. Sleeping alone, trying to fill a bed that felt too big by sprawling sideways in a tangle of pushed away duvet and mangled pillows, my feet dangled over the edge. It was hot, sticky, humid night, and it was the only way I could stay cool. (Why is it that you are so much hotter with your feet covered?) Sleep was starting to enfold me, when I heard wicked cacklings between the cardboard boxes and shadows under the bed.

There were monsters under the bed. I paused, not knowing if it was wiser to sneak my feet back to safety in smooth and secret movements, or yell, and curl up quick. I could hear them drooling. I had a series of Calvin and Hobbes strips flash before my eyes.

I listened, holding my breath, trying not to think of the fear of the ten year old I was, rushing up the stairs with her eyes closed, to get the attic stairs lights on before the monsters, witches and ghouls bit her hand.

I rolled up into a ball, and told the monsters I did not believe in them. Nope. Not me. And I thanked my lucky stars there were no cupboards in the room to hide the closet monsters (who are, of course, far more pernicious than any under the bed beasts).

Zot, the black and white cat, curled tight like a squirrel on a hardback book at my side was unconcerned. I poked her, told her there were monsters, and she yawned cat-crunchy breath at me, and retucked herself into sleep.

I hate it when snarl works nights.
(idea) by Noether (3.3 y) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 11:07:47
At 3am this morning I gave up trying to sleep and connected to #everything. I asked for a lullaby but all I got was stuff that freaked me out. Sigh.

I can't believe that factgirl has erased her Wayward souls of the horseshoe bench writeup. Facty don't do it!.

Today is a bright new day. I realised that I hardly listen to my CDs any more. Mostly because my stereo is too far from my PC and the CD player in my PC doesn't have error correction worth shit. Listening to skipping CD's is not restful. Anyhow, I've decided to listen to each of my CD's, at least one everyday, working through the alphabet. Today, it's Bauhaus (and maybe later some Beethoven).

Terror couple killed colonel in his West German home
For obvious reasons though I plan to omit J's Penguin Cafe Orchestra CDs. Shudder.

I'm reading The Snow Leopard by Peter Matthieson. What a great book! It's about a trip taken by the author and a biologist to study the wild blue sheep of the Himalaya and to look for the snow leopard. The writing is wonderful and I'm learning a lot about the people of the region and I'm looking forward to reading some more about Buddhism.


Yesterday, Next day log
(idea) by ekim yar (2.2 mon) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 11:43:35
This is noded late, so I'll play a little ketchup.

I only had one day off, so I went to a couple bookstores (Eliot Bay Bookstore is huge, rambling and incredibly cool) and a toy store. I bought books for me, toys for the kiddies and wife. I found a really interesting book--"A book of ones own" by Thomas Mallon--excerpts of all sorts of diaries, just very good writing and interesting. Maybe I'll start daylogging again regularly. After spending everything but a single quarter, I lit up a cigar and wandered around the town, exploring downtown Seattle, watching people and just absorbing the place. I like the city--it's got a great vibe, caffeine charged and hallucinogenic, with a serious sense of historic place and value. Weighty, with java aftertones. Or something like that. I walked for about four hours, smoked two cigars and by the time I was done I wasn't sure if I could actually speak anymore or not, but that didn't really matter.

I would like to visit one of these places by myself some time and meet someone interesting and have conversations etc etc, but I think I'm too much of a loner, too much of an *observer* to interact that much. Weird, huh?

So anyway, that was actually all done on the 4th.

On the 5th I had duty, had to stay on the ship while P_I and the rest of the Northwestern/Canuck E2'ers met and had great fun and all that. I sat here on board and noded a little and read the Nerve.com site.

6th, Light off, general boredom, little watch, blah blah.

Ok, now we're caught up, sort of. Underway, leaving the bright lights of Seattle, and wishing I was home. Got email from my wife with very little of interst in it.I know she's busy, but a little more than just a --What day exactly will you be home? would be nice. But I'm just whining--too much bullshit and exile. I did read a great website today http://www.openletters.net. They publish a personal essay in the form of a letter every day, and send out a weekly compilation in a pdf file that you can print out and tote around, like a real magazine, which I like. I love printing things off the web and reading them later--the puder is not always the best thing for reading long things. How many really long nodes--noded etexts, chapters etc have you actually read all the way through? I have the attention span of a two year old on line. I can barely manage to pay attention to my own ramblings.

So, that's enough.

But oh, Avoid contact with the eyes.

(idea) by ophie (2.4 y) Tue Aug 08 2000 at 12:53:05