amuse:
2004-10-17 - 12:40 p.m.
..."i got joe dancing." -if you can undestand this sentence, does that mean that its english?
/* bool Revalation(void) { i've figured out how to fix the internet rn switch(part) case(1):, let us state the problem; the internet is built on a backbone of companies that have a "stake" in intraUSA/intraglobal information exchange; they invest this money in network hardware in order to obtain dedicated lines which provide services to/from their companies; in the history of the internet, the majority of the services traveling on these dedicated lines has been of the datatype advertisement; case(2): let us state the path; in 2007, the analog television stations will dissapear; my guess is that the analog radio stations will increase in popularity when people cannot get a picture from their televisions, but after a short time everyone will have either (given in and bought a digital service + hardware) || (come to the realization that having a television broadcast in their home just isn't that important); during this stint, the companies that normally pay the television stations to plug their products will either (switch to audio advertisement) || (save their money); those that do switch to audio advertising will soon find out that everyone else and their mama is trying to get their ad into a 5-second block of time, and the radio jockey can barely anounce what station you are listening to, let alone play music; in short, advertisement costs via radio will skyrocket; case(3): let us state the solution; free music; we've gotten it for years, and people will soon realize that the radio is not the only option that allows for a wide selection of music you only occassionally really like; switch(step_by_step) case(1): close your laptop(or palm pilot-), pick it up and walk to your car; case(2): since the battery is already charged and you're only driving to work, open up and power on the laptop, and tune into an online music station via wireless internet; case(3): bring your laptop into work, do your work, and repeat the process; break; case(3): let us state the solution; #include "a_wireless_network_that_will_pirate_nearby_router_connections_and_reassign_your_ip_while_you_drive_down_the_road.h"; the corporations that own the bands which sign up to be played on a certain online station will pay a small fee per song to the broadcastor's services; the broadcaster will advertise the music played by playing it; non-music based advertisement will be extremely expensive, because the FCC has never been equiped to deal with Joe Blow sitting around his basement, broadcasting music online, music which the record companies have sponsored him to play; more importantly, it will be easier to Sam Blow to pay for one or two of his songs to be played on Joe's station, and non-syndacate bands will make a comeback; in response, the FCC will get new euipment, in an effort to clean up the internet, and attempt and continuously fail at doing so. default case: I'm not saying this will happen, i'm just saying it would be nice; unfortunately, the future is human; thus will it err...; it is at this point that the possibilities open, that it will be possible, through this turmoil, to dust out the cobwebs that have resided far too long. Advertisements via computers will become the only solution for many companies, and they will try to push everything they've got down the pipe at you. It is at this juncture that we, the users, will need to stand up in the defense of everything that we hold sacred concerning the net, and if this includes breaking from the old net and reestablishing private subnets, so be it. If we be persons of noble thoughts and hard convictions, we may stop advertisement at the borders. It is in our ability to slowly establish a world of free science, instead of continuing the digital_red_light_district of the forefathers.} */
Took a vaction from NY, Maine for the weekend. It was a wonderful drive on US-2 past the I-91 exit at St. Johns. Sort of like watching the changing of the gaurd, except that it was leaves, and it kept zipping by as it changed. Crossing signs, in oder of appearance heading into Maine: human, bear, deer, cow, moose, snowmobile, tractor. It felt good to be home again, though it really isn't home to me anymore than anywhere else is. Felt good to breathe the air. Smiling as the day grew later, not laughing, just content. About midnight i came up on a car parked in the middle of the road, dead battery. Gave him a push into a nearby roadside patch, and gave him a ride home. He was about 17, had just gotten a job working at a resteraunt in Bath, and other tidbits that i can't rememeber. About 45 minutes later, i got pulled over in Skowhegan. Cops had been popping out of the woodwork, theoretically on cop-type missions, but maybe just following me to see if i was a teenage girl. One of them scanned my license in and pulled me over for having an expired registration. Received a court summons but wasn't arrested and jailed on the spot. This is especially fortunate because the insurance card i had in the car was a fraudulent copy, the old registration to the vehicle was in NY, the inspection had expired in the same month, and the title that i showed him was for Jade (528eBMW, died oct.29 2004). Got to Exeter without too much problem after that, covered a rust hole with bondo, aquired a couple spare tires, and brushed up the paint in a couple places. Since Exeter has no cops, they came from the next town over to patrol around my house. Rumor was that they were on other business, looking for a guy who was making counterfeit bills, and had bounced some checks at the general store. Asked at the general store, and they hadn't told the cops about any bounced checks. Hijacked Step-father's jeep to head into Newport and see Lucy, first time in four or five years. The food at ChinaWay isn't what it used to be, and Mr. Paperback relocated to Dexter. Got the jeep back just in time for him to come outside looking for it, if i hadn't stopped to fill up the tank, i might've gotten away with it. Pulled out of the driveway with my car on monday. I'd driven less than thitry feet before a cop flashed me down, driving from the opposite direction. Evidently, i looked suspicious. Explained to him that i had sold the car to Mum, who had then insured and registered it under her name, that same day. He pointed out that the inspection sticker was expired, to which i replied that i had spent the last five hours trying to find a place that would inspect it, and couldn't find one so i planned to get it inspected in NY. He was satisfied with this explaination, but the truth of the matter is that the vehicle didn't pass inspection, in one of those locations which did not require an apointment. Missed work on tuesday, saw five deer walking across the road, and raced an old lady and her Jaguar home. In response, i am taking a vaction from ME, New York for the rest of the year.
Revalation: the aquisition of money is important to me [which needs to be established before i can have any revelations on tax brackets]. It is important to me to be financhially secure not so that i can use money to buy things, but so that i can plan for the unexpected. I need that buffer of cash in the bank so that i can keep my head above water when the goblins show up at my doorstep, unannounced as always. I like to buy things now and again for people, and i prefer coke over water, which is proving an expensive habit. But all of my money goes to rent and temporary solutions to my problems, and i wouldn't have it any other way. This is my justification for occupation.
Revelation: due to the neccessity of missing a day at work, though i called on saturday and asked someone else to cover my shift on monday because i knew it wasn't possible to be in NY in time, i have found myself no longer employed at the smokeshop. On a similar note, a customer came in on the day that i wasn't there due to this mess to personally thank me for helping her drop the habit (she said she was trying to quit so i hooked her up with a carton of tabbacco-free cigarettes that were hiding under the counter, instead of just giving her a carton of gimmie_the_cheapest_foulest_tasting_thing_you_got). "Mona" (nickname of the girl i work with) said it was the first compliment she's ever head of any clerk getting at that store, and she's been working there a year. I'm sure the manager will see this as me loosing customers.
Shaved today. Got the spraypaint off my left hand. played massiveassaultnetwork some more. overall, unproductive yet discomfortably satisfying. then, saw the movie "what the #$%^* do we know", for which mitch will be forever blamed. it was funny. things learned: i should really attend a polish wedding. it is egocentric to think that god will punish me for the things i do, but it is not egocentric to think that i am god. pheromones play a mean guitar. in order to be ourselves, we need to first forget who we are.
Game: Match and King. This game, similar to another childhood game of mine (see 'Point-Blank') deals instead with natural pairs of things that are associated with each other, without being opposites. The first player thinks of a pair (i.e. 'macaroni and katsup') by stating two distinct entities with an 'and' between them. The second player tries to guess at least one of the entities with his/her own pair (i.e. 'katsup and fries'). In the case that the both entities refer to the same subject, (abstract referents, such as 'war and peace' are not valid entities), the second player gets a point, which either pushes the player from a score of 'Match' to a score of 'King' or from a score of 'King' to winning the game. If at any time this would cause both players to have 'King' they both go back to the score 'Match'. If only one of the second player's two entities refer to the same subject as the first player was thinking of, a third party is consulted, as to which of the first or second player's pairs makes the best pair (obviously, both players start the game with a score of 'Match', and 'King' or game goes to the player whose pair was the best. Each round, regardless of whether a point was scored, play cycles, and the second player thinks up a pair while the first player tries to guess it.
More Blue. i love you more blue than the sky in autumn. slush puppies in the rain, rings of moon in snow. i love you more orange than the canisters, police shot at the parade where we marched another time, same world, not ready for peace. i love you more red than the brick picked up by hands of the blue eyed boy sparkled in the dark of the night of 1:10000 odds. i love you more yellow than the flower that grows on the grave of that boy, overlooking from the hill of the town his own death. i love you more white than the skeleton in my closet and how she smiles without eyes is a mystery. i love you more green than the gremlin on the wing which the stewardess assures me is not there. free peanuts from pretty ladies, marvelous. i love you more purple than the most noble tree, more black than a pirate sails at dawn, more blue than the sky, in autumn.
