Haiku Procrastination (proku?)
Waiting for the bus,
Is really fucken boring,
I hope it aint long.
Nov 19, 2009
Nov 13, 2009
Nov 2, 2009
Excerpt from Snow Crash (Neal Stephenson)
“When I was fifteen years old, I missed a period. My boyfriend and I were using a diaphragm, but I knew it was fallible. I was good at math, I had the failure rate memorized, burnt into my subconscious. Or maybe it was my conscious, I can never keep them straight. Anyway, I was terrified. Our family dog started treating me differently-supposedly, they can smell a pregnant woman. Or a pregnant bitch, for that matter.”
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“My mother was clueless. My boyfriend was worse than clue-less — in fact, I ditched him on the spot, because it made me realize what an alien the guy was — like many members of your species.” By this, she was referring to males. “Anyway, my grandmother came to visit,” she continued, glancing back over her shoulder at the painting. “I avoided her until we all sat down for dinner. And then she figured out the whole situation in, maybe, ten minutes, just by watching my face across the dinner table. I didn’t say more than ten words — ‘Pass the tortillas.’ I don’t know how my face conveyed that information, or what kind of internal wiring in my grandmother’s mind enabled her to accomplish this incredible feat. To condense fact from the vapor of nuance.”
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She continued. “I didn’t even really appreciate all of this until about ten years later, as a grad student, trying to build a user interface that would convey a lot of data very quickly, for one of these baby-killer grants.” This was her term for anything related to the Defense Department. “I was coming up with all kinds of elaborate technical fixes like trying to implant electrodes directly into the brain. Then I remembered my grandmother and realized, my God, the human mind can absorb and process an incredible amount of information — if it comes in the right format. The right interface. If you put the right face on it.”
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Passage via Zach Klein
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Nov 12, 2009
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra
flickflickflicker via intuitiveaptitude via lovevigilante via sednarb via fuckyeahsoundtracks
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“Reblog”, of Cover Versions from bonussongs
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Took these photos of Cat a while back for a “kitsch” exhibition. I still can’t quite wrap my head around what kitch actually encompasses (either that, or I refuse to)… Whenever people would try to explain the notion to me, garden gnomes would inevitably come in to the conversation; So what better way to celebrate my lack of understanding than to have a girl in a blue wig smash those pesky gnomes into oblivion?! Take that kitsch, you rotten bastard!
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Photo I took of my cousin Dom… had some fun with this one.
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Photo of Bonnie at Foundation Park.
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My friend Bonnie took this photo (I photoshopped it a little) of me at Foundation Park at the Rocks. It’s a really cool site.
View → tags / the rocks / photo / foundation park / peter d. cole“The site was one of the last to be developed in The Rocks because of its challenging topography. The houses were built cheaply and by the 1940s all had been demolished. The site was not built on again and after careful archaeological excavation in the 1990s, the original dwellings were brought back to life with low dividing walls and steel furniture designed by renowned sculptor Peter D. Cole.”
