Well, I guess somebody was listening…

May 29, 2002 / / 2 Comments

or
Great minds think alike.
I had this idea recently about using Daypop or Blogdex to track ideas and conversations, and lo and behold, someone’s written something that is a first step in that direction. I have implemented it here, to give it a whirl. The magic may take a while to appear, as the script runs after the page is fully loaded, and my instant referrer doodad is acting up a bit. When it does load, click on the little [b]’s beside any link to see who else is talking about that link…
The toy erroneously puts a Blogdex [b] beside my category links, too, which I’ll try to fix tomorrow, but otherwise it seems pretty cool. Let me know if it floats your boat or chafes your scrote (or appropriate other body part, as required).
Bow to the riff lord.
Edit : I’ve disabled it. Too obtrusive.

Recycling

May 29, 2002 / / 6 Comments

I swear by all that’s holy, by the sweet unsucked nipples of the mother of jesus, by the small but nonetheless annoyingly itchy watery little bumpy things on the sides of my fingers, by the lords of the underworld and Timmy too, by gum, by gemorrah, by sodom and moloch, by the dirty diapers of the baby jesus, by Aunt Jemima and her god-blessed pancakes, by all the prime numbers up to and including 29, by land (one) by sea (two), by the funniest number that exists (fourteen), in the name of the whiskey and the beers and the holy smokes, by the SUVs and the Naderites, by chimptacular presidents and semi-masticated pretzels, by the barney and the rubble and the smoking crater, by the inescapable haiku and the inevitable goatsex, by the fat guy and the troll, by the pedant and the pederast, by the vegetarians, the vegans the omnicores the omnivores the omniwhores the carnivores and the single cry in the dark of a lone drunken chicken begging to be eaten, just a f–king nibble you bastards, by the Portuguese scribblers, the Australian nutjobs, the Yankee heroes and the dismemberment of thousand-headed Purusha, by the subtle, supersensuous spiritual essence which pervades all space, by the mythical tortoise which upholds the earth, by the shrimplike scent of my swinging dad-balls, by the sacred and inextinguishable fires of the Magi which alone remain to illumine the horizon, by the dirty little chuckle, the self-referential injoke, by the ineluctable modality of the f–king boneheaded, by the end of this post it’ll be time for another beer, by the oft-licked nuts of Cerberus, the three-headed watchdog at the gates of Hell, by good intentions, bad intentions, simple misdirection, sleight-of-hand and honest-to-goodness magic, by the great big ball of thread beside the chest of drawers, by the time I figure it out I’ll be dead, by the sweet sweet liquor, by the weed and the hash, by the speed and the coke, by the dimethyl goddamn tryptamine, by the wind and the waves, by the quiet talks on the beach and the naked dancing on the rooftop, by the unreachable goal and the short-term workaround, by the self-obsession and the reaching out to a friend, by the pastoral idyll and the urban hubbub, by the purple steaming mess that spills out onto the pavement as I die, by the husker and the du, by the #006699 and the #CCCC00, by the Math and the Owie, by the wife, the horse and the moustache, by all that’s holy :
I’ve been here before. Archiving. Yeah. That’s it.

Some Nice New Shiny Things

May 25, 2002 / / 1 Comment
  • Via BottomDwelling, another MeFite’s new blog delivers the good stuff. This in particular is a fascinating idea.
  • And this floored and humbled me. I’m going to go back there now, and start rooting around. Exquisite.
  • I dunno nothin’ ’bout comic book art, or birthin’ no babies, but this is some very cool stuff right here.
  • Manual. From a ‘group of web writers’, all of whom rock my chocolate-covered world when I’m not too busy being a big goofball.

    • It's a damn good question

    May 24, 2002 / / 1 Comment

    The question on the table is : ‘who do you believe‘?
    My answer is : not even my own mother.
    Edit : Stuff like this – “As U.S. officials continued to issue warnings yesterday about the possibility of attacks by suicide bombers and terrorists, the White House quietly acknowledged that the threats are not urgent and that they are partly motivated by political objectives” – makes me considerably less inclined to believe The Little President That Could and his pack of weasels, though. How about you? Is it excessively hyperbolic to call them worthless scum?
    No, no, I didn’t think so.
    [via the usual suspects]

    Best.Blogroll.Evar.

    May 21, 2002 / / 2 Comments

    I’ve got to agree with Jon here : even if I’m not on it, this b(l)ogroll from yet another Metafiltron, malevole, made me smile quietly to myself. Which, considering how grumpy I was earlier today, is the humour equivalent of setting off a neutron bomb in my underpants.
    Also, do not miss the homepage, which is a marvel. Super extra double cool, with a light dusting of methamphetamines on top. ‘Cause they’re crunchy.

    Metaphor saves me from the fact that metaphor cannot save me

    May 20, 2002 / / 2 Comments
    …Instead I sit here alone at 4 AM arranging words to describe what is indescribable or what is not worth describing. And his arms tangle with the arms of someone else, for no better reason than that they just do. The heart of this pain: there is no why. There is no reason. Things just happen this way, and we have to stand by, silently, and watch.

    Some lovely writing from a fellow Mefiosi, Evanizer. Via yet another member of this growing Metafilter-centred new kids on the block gang of bloggers, this nascent B-List, this renaissance of sorts, Iconomy.

    Taking My Own Advice

    May 17, 2002 / / 11 Comments

    So this evening I took my own advice : I started at a weblog I like, and proceeded to check out the sites in his blogroll that I’d never seen before, looking for groovy new folks who might prod my brain a bit.
    Slightly unfair, perhaps, but I tried to limit myself to reading the two most recent entries from each weblog I visited, and if something went *ping* in my wee chicken brain based on that small sample, I decided right then bingbangboom that it was a keeper. (I should mention that I am not much interested in weblogs which are primarily links to other things, unless those links are truly mind-blowingly cool. Nor am I terribly keen on reading about your adventures in buying coffee at the local Starbucks, unless in the telling of said adventures your words are so cunningly crafted as to make me grin like a monkey (and even better, leap up and down and fling my excrement), or otherwise evoke some feeling other than ‘well, that’s five minutes of my life I’ll never get back.’ Do as I say, not as I do!)
    A fruitful random walk, some results of which I present to you now. If you like the stuff I say here, or the way I say it, or just the way my bum wiggles when I walk, you might just like these folks too :

    “Why kill the Buddha? Because the Buddha you meet is not the true Buddha, but an expression of your longing. If this Buddha is not killed he will only stand in your way. ” – Killing The Buddha
    “zy’-mo-glyph’-ic, adj. [Gr. zyme leaven + Gr. glyphe carving] Of, or pertaining to, images of fermentation, specifically the solid residue of creative fermentation on natural objects” – Riley Dog
    “But before your heart jumps with the possibility that I might just stop following you through malls and staring at your darkened bedroom window all night from that car across the street (yeah, that’s me out there, sorry if it’s creeping you out, but well, you know), my memory is still strong from eating iron-rich foods and popping 10 to 20 times the RDA of chewable Vitamin C before breakfast every day.” – The Evil Twin Theory
    “This is a love story about a man and a white snake.” – Plep
    “And yet, he was trying, as we all tried when we were fourteen or fifteen, and still are trying, though we disguise it better, to achieve this thing he had in his head of this person he wished he were and wasn’t and could never be. ” – caterina.net
    “The map isn’t the territory, as the model isn’t reality. The map is a referential structure; inside a coordinate system all can be referenced laying the gridwork for reality.” – context weblog
    “The larger dream scenario has drifted away, but I was momentarily in a skit, acting the part of two ladies in a line dance. As I moved into the position of the saucy woman and donned her shoes, I found I was missing one of the pair. I saw it floating down a river. ” – Daily Vexation

    Apologies for coming off all wide-eyed and Macauley Culkinesque, but there are just so many people out there, aren’t there? I think I might have to make my little stroll through the neighbourhoods a weekly ritual…

    DryLongSo

    May 12, 2002 / / No Comments

    It’s been a while since I’ve done a shameless plug, so : if you’re fond of ‘vintage blues and various cognates, kith and kin thereof – from a capella to zydeco, including but not limited to deep delta blues, jump blues, Hawaiian slack key, hillbilly, Western swing’ and so on, I most highly recommend Karl Kotas’s (y2karl of Metafilter fame) streaming show here.

    Wonderchicken : Corporate Pimp

    May 8, 2002 / / 4 Comments

    I really should be ashamed of myself for linking corporate crapola (bad chicken – *whack* – bad!) and the results might well be ugly, but there are some truly astonishing images here and in the archives.
    I want to live forever. I want to see everything. Is that too much to ask?

    A Random Walk

    May 5, 2002 / / 2 Comments

    From Iconomy to Styleboost to ThisIsAMagazine. A fruitful hour or so of looking at Nicely Designed Things. Sometimes I just get in the mood to enjoy pretty things. Other times I want to jump up and down on them until they are in shreds and tatters, cursing the preciosity of it all.
    I am a man of strong feeling, and in that I am quite consistent. Which direction those strong feelings will go on a given day, however, that tends to be a little harder to predict.

    Wired, wired.

    April 25, 2002 / / No Comments

    I notice [via the impeccable Acts of Volition] that Wired has started putting the entire content of the print edition up on the web. This is happy news for me, as I can’t buy the print edition here in Korea, and even though it cost me more than a 12-pack of Hahn Premium to buy when I lived in Australia, I nonetheless did so regularly, and have been missing it. Not sure if the content divorced from the slippery-paged, sensuous tangibleness of it will make me as happy, as I won’t be able to read it in bed when I have a hangover, but it’s nice to know that it’s at least there. A dry hump is better than no hump at all, nicht wahr?