uniform: the plural of costume
2015-01-23 - 12:46 p.m.
activity::
01jan: blue hills, fiendly toast, and into the woods (disney version) with imelda. frustrated that they removed the scene with singing princes from act 2.
04jan: the fountain with katya.
17jan: concept and dixit with mitch, dan, mike, amanda, and isaac.
18jan: cars with katya and brayden.
18jan: rage. probably from driving through cambridge.
20jan: radar love: "A Hydro-field cuts through my neighborhood / Sing in tune with the din of the falls / A field full of tires that is always on fire / That plays in our teeth ... Lift you up over everything / To light up my room" - 'Light Up My Room' by Barenaked Ladies
22jan: rock climbing with mike.
24jan: finished greed corp.
24jan: rage. cambridge.
29jan: 32k service.
01feb: making brontosaurus faces at the tyrannosauruses with katya and brayden.
05feb: rage. probably from feeling useless at work, and drowning in work for the guard.
06feb: crying. no idea where all these emotions are coming from.
07feb: suicide intervention training.
14feb: helped mitch move to his new place and completed Mass Effect 3. If not for the absurdly stupid ending, this would have been one of my favorite top five video games.
15feb: homemade ameri-chinese food with katya and brayden.
22feb: chili and chowdah with ryan, chrissy, kyla, kieran, jenn, kelsey, carla, ryan, amanda, broklyn, and juni.
22feb: suicide intervention assist.
04mar: johnnyDs with eliz the magnificent.
08mar: man in the apartment above me complained that my application of bongo drums was excessive.
22mar: brunch with Lydia turned into dinner and wine on the slopes with Lydia. super hot pleated orange shirt, big sunglasses. toby keith fan. missed the puppy bowl.
23mar: accidently showed a pianist enthusiast my porn collection.
24mar: took battlecat out of storage.
28mar: making 'pacesthip noises with alex, mitch, dan, amanda, mike, and isaac.
29mar: six simultaneous conversations with A.
30mar: trying to develop the grammar for a universally-understood language that achieves communication by using nothing but pictures of kittens and LOLCATS.
04apr: finished imperium galactica 2, unlocking "skirmish mode".
05apr: nothing says “holidays” like sitting around in your apartment by yourself.
06apr: juni in the hospital.
References::
This is a list of the vehicles that I’ve owned, in the order I’ve owned them, and the actual mpg of each.
1985 528e BMW (‘Jade’): 38mpg (also consumed oil)
1990 Dodge Daytona (‘??’): 26mpg
1987 Toyota Celica (‘Pamela’): 29mpg
1990 Audi (‘??’): N/A (also consumed tires and head gaskets)
1991 Volkswagon Jetta (‘Victoria’): 28mpg (also consumed brake fluid)
1987 Saab (‘??’): 27mpg
1999 Subaru Impreza Outback Sport (‘??’): 28mpg
2013 Subaru Impreza (‘??’): 26mpg
2015 Ducati Monster 821 (‘BattleCat’): 32mpg
foods that may kill small dogs: http://www.dogheirs.com/dogheirs/posts/141-toxic-foods-for-dogs-fruits-vegetables-and-nuts
my favorite website of all time: http://www.redblobgames.com/grids/hexagons/
zipcode map: http://www.zipmap.net/
awesomejuice: 1/2 grape juice, 1/2 orange soda
thoughts::
screaming: the default expression of humans.
Instead of removing the oxford comma, let’s remove the oxford and. Simple, poetic, pretentious.
Sir#1: my doc said i have a disease that makes me pull a drag dummy out of my ass every two months.
Sir#2: wtf?? what disease is that?
Sir#1: training aids.
sex: the quickest path to drama and diseases.
confusion and distraction: everything that happens between one sex and the next.
dream: the swordswoman and her horse, the sniper, and the monk, fight scene on the stairs at the back of the church on fire…
personality types of codelets.
Tracker: Stores raw data for future use. Wants to capture everything and frame it, or scrapbook it, whatever the cost. Never throws anything away.
Worker: Does all the processing. Very concerned with efficiency. Not flexible enough to deal with ‘unexpected’ input which has not been through a sorter.
Sorter: Cleans, fixes, and otherwise organizes sets of input and output, to protect the workers from being confused. More concerned with correctness than efficiency.
Builder: Creator of worlds. Organizes workers into hierarchical structures so that only the top level needs to be told what to do. Massive ego.
Unbuilder: Destroyer of worlds. Asshole that grinds up and recycles the workers, so that room can be made for new workers.
Writer: A creative force which is also mischievously destructive. Overwrites or appends to semi-permanent output, which is later used as input for readers.
Reader: Observant bits of code that can safely work on the same input at the same time, some are so focused on their subject that they are not aware of other readers, and some converse with other readers in a sort of meta-reading.
Me: i am a Sorter, but keep trying to be a Writer, so it follows that I am most attracted to Writers.
visibility : space :: traceability : time
dressed to the nines: when you’re a 6, and you want to go out and get a 9, you gotta do some extreme stuff, like standing on your head. then all the 9s be like “damn, check out that upside-down 6!” looking just a bit hotter isn’t enough, because 7 ain’t 9. and eventually you realize that 9s don’t exist, they’re all 6s, just like you. and 8s are just a couple of zeroes looking for something on the side.
life lessons in not equals format: well intentioned =! helpful, suspicious != creepy, nice != good, honest != loyal
perspective: a prerequisite for awareness. when i was a child, my concept of rich people was purely hypothetical. i imagined that they could only be found in some tropical jungle (because who in their right mind would live in an area where it snowed, if they didn't need to) and drank canada dry (flavored seltzer water in glass bottles) instead of water. when they got excited or wanted to celebrate, they might be prone to shake up the bottles and spray canada dry on each other, in a flashy show of wasted resources (because hey, they're rich, they can afford to waste flavored seltzer water). later in life, i realized that rich people drink water. and the water that they prefer, the stuff they pay for, is exactly the water that i drank as a child, the stuff that naturally sprang out of the ground in my front yard.
bucket: can be used to build the castle, but can't stop the tide.
people will sell you the idea that people love people. people sell it because people buy it. but it's bullshit. the only thing that you are capable of loving is an idea. the ideas that you love define your personality, as do the ideas you hate. connection cannot be found between people, they will always be a few molecules away, a couple centuries short. but, people can project ideas, and those ideas can connect with other ideas. there is no "truer" connection, there is only one connection mechanism. you cannot ever truly know another person, any more than one computer can "know" another computer by sniffing it's packets. the one that keeps looking for connection will die. the one that stops trying is lost.
love: is about finding someone who recognizes that your jokes, are jokes. this work of art, I call sarcasm.
“what did the ribose say to the adenosine? we're phosphated to be together.” this is my new favorite joke. only partially effective as a pickup line.
time: a resource.
cost: the amount of resources needed to do a thing.
maturity: taking the cost of your actions into consideration BEFORE acting.
maturity: the ability to identify things as NOT important.
maturity: correctly identifying something which IS important.
maturity: the realization that the girl that you spent the last 14 years thinking about, is a woman that you'll never see again.
there is no "old army", there is no "new army". there is only one army, and it changes constantly, because if it didn't, we would lose the fight.
dream: blind retired soldier running four miles every morning. she thanks me for running with her, applauds my consistency of pace, though i can barely keep up. and a flood of emotions, that i only seem to experience in my dreams.
