I promised Bill this photo long ago, but forgot to send it. It’s my Isuzu Decepticon, complete with laser damage. It’s great when I’m stuck in traffic because I can just go into robot mode and stride over the other vehicles, often crushing them like so many aluminum cans.
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A Thing of Beauty
Oh, how I adore my iPod. Just look at it, sitting there all svelte, brimming with music. And who’s that looking out at me from the screen? Why, it’s Ryan! Yes, I can take Ryan with me wherever I go. He rides in my pocket like Gulliver.
Podcasting
Cool Stuff You Might Not Know About: Podcasting
This is the concept: Imagine a radio program that you can listen to at any time because it is downloaded to your computer or iPod automatically. But it is better than radio because it is unregulated, anyone can have their own show and it is distributed for free all over the world.
Right now podcasting is still a relatively new concept, but even so, there are tons of shows out there already. Just like web sites, you can find an astonishing assortment of subject matter and formats: talk shows, technology reports, cooking shows, poetry, astronomy, radio dramas, bizarre experimental shows, music promos, and on and on.
To enjoy podcasting, you just need a broadband connection (or a lot of patience) and a program such as iPodder that lets you seek out shows you can subscribe to and download. iPodder.org is also a great source for info on podcasting and new shows.
Some of my favorite shows are Adam Curry’s Daily Source Code, 2600: The Hacker Quarterly, Chub Creek, Open Podcast, and American Copywriter. There’s a great ‘cast for Battlestar Galactica fans. It’s basically audio commentary from the show runners that you can listen to while you watch the broadcast of the show, sort of like realtime directory commentary.
Of course, I have some ideas about how I could use this technology… 😉
Sin City
If you’ve come within a stone’s throw of any press about Sin City, you already know Rodriguez hit a home run. I don’t have to tell you it’s fantastic.
I love Rodriguez’ maverick style and his way of making films. He writes and directs. He uses his own cameras, he shoots and edits the thing himself and usually writes a good deal of the music. Nothing compromises his vision. And when he wanted Frank Miller as co-director, he resigned from the Director’s Guild to make it happen. He cares more about the art and staying true to the source material than anything else. Rodriguez reminds me that it is still possible to do fantastic, large scale creative things if you are passionate enough.
What I expected from Sin City was a dazzling demonstration of digital technology, a la Sky Captain. What I got instead was fantastic storytelling supported by a mature and painterly use of what digital can deliver. This is not a living graphic novel. For that, you’ll need to hold out for Linklater’s Scanner Darkly (2006?! WTF?).
This is a film noir Pulp Fiction, completely confident and unapologetic. Everyone you see on screen is either rough and used or beautiful as a diamond knife. It’s violent on a Tarantino scale, even with most of the blood colored white. The anti-heroes you meet are such badasses that you can’t kill them by running them down or merely shooting them. No, you have to be really dedicated to taking them out. And when I say “anti-heroes” I mean that not a one of them is pleasant. Mickey Rourke was my favorite as “Marv.” His exploits cross over into the realm of superheroics and anime. When you meet the villains, the slimy and soulless cretins of Sin City, you almost don’t care how the heroes take them down. If anyone was concerned about Elijah Wood being typecast as Frodo, you can put such fears to rest. He is freakish and utterly evil as the silent assassin, Kevin.
Fun, dark and brutal. That’s Sin City.
Episode 3
When I went to see Sin City today, the excellent Hitchhiker’s trailer had just finished when that slightly-too bright digital green of the next trailer warned me even before I saw the Lucasfilm logo. There was a flash of a spaceship before I shut my eyes and tried to cover my ears as best as possible. Yes, my resolve was tested for what seemed like five minutes. I could still hear some of the dialogue, so I had to kind of hum inside my head so as not to disturb the other movie-goers.
I am on a complete media blackout for Star Wars Episode III. I don’t want to know anything about it until I see it. I feel guilty for seeing cereal boxes with Darth Vader on them. I don’t want to see the toys or video games or anything else until after May 19th.
One more chance, George. You’ve got one more chance.
Down with Disease
I keep waiting for the time when I can finally say
That this has all been wonderful, but now I’m on my way.
When I think it’s time to leave it all behind,
I try to find a way to, but there’s nothing I can say
To make it stop.
– Phish, “Down With Disease”
Salome
“And I’m tired of making friends
And I’m tired of making time
I’m sick to death of love
And I’m sick to death of trying”
– Old 97s, “Salome”
Random Thoughts
Humans learn experientially. There are moments of enlightenment, eureka where information takes the role of experience. When we learn informationally, we receive a tool. When we learn experientially, we become the tool.
Dimension is about distinction. Point X is a different from Point Y because it is several feet away. We move in time and space, but also understanding. Understanding is a different dimension because it differentiates realities that may overlap in the first four dimensions.
Life is a process of remembering what we have forgotten.
Missing Her
It feels like all the veins and arteries in my body have become these strands of energy reaching out to Jess. I want to be with her RIGHT NOW. Just to sit and talk to her. I know now that I will be closer to being healed when I know I’m doing this for me and not for her. I need to get to a point where I stop thinking about her every day. I fantasize about her constantly. All beautiful women remind me of her. But I don’t just fantasize about the sexual aspects; I daydream of her laughter, the way her face wrinkles when she smiles, making her breakfast, the thrill I feel seeing her for the first time on a particular day, eating a meal with her, debating the nature of reality, and on and on.
I know time is supposed to heal all wounds and I certainly must have gotten over other women in my life, but only time will tell if this terrible ache is justified.