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Archive for February, 2008
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Vitamins
Posted on February 24, 2008 | View CommentsI eat a lot of them. They’re good for many things. But that didn’t stop my glasses from breaking the other day. Yes, they just snapped right the hell in half. Terrible business, really. They were broke like a 1932 Oklahoma wheat farmer. Oooh…too soon? Naturally, I was miles away from home, without contacts, with a bus to catch, during a snowstorm.
OK, the snowstorm was made up, but the rest is real. One of the people at the Potluck looked at my broken specs and said:
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Yeah! إيمينيم
Posted on February 23, 2008 | View Comments
التفاح يقاوم الغازات والامساك وحامض البول, اما قشوره فانها تقاوم النقرس والروماتيزم المزمن والحصاة في الكلى والمرارة لذا يجب اكله طريا او مطبوخا بقشوره. وهو مرطب ومسهل ونقيعه يفيد في الامراض الحادة والالتهابية ويخفف من الام الحمى ومفعوله مفيد في الكبد والكليتين والمثانة وضد التهاب الامعاء بغليه مدة عشرة دقائق مع قليل من جذر العرقسوس . والتفاح مفيد ايضا في تهدئة السعال وتسهيل افرازات البلغم كما هو مفيد قبل وبعد العمليات الجراحية, وفي حالة التهاب الاعصاب الحاد والمزمن والوهن القلبي وصيانة الاوعية الدموية وهو ضد نخر الاسنان ، وهو مفيد للتغلب على الحموضات التي تهاجم الجسم بعد سن الاربعين وذلك بأكل ثلاث تفاحات في اليوم ، كما يقضي على التسمم الشتوي الناتج عن الاكل الثقيل الدسم من لحم وشحم وغيره. -
Beard
Posted on February 23, 2008 | View CommentsI felt that my beard was becoming a liability so I removed a bunch of it. Face looks real trim now; I’m a fan again. Once my new goggles show up in the mail, I’ll have a much better idea of how to remember what I used to look like before I got attacked by an evil Senator’s goons and stuck in a coma for years before waking up with cybernetic implants and stuff and then get boosted from the hospital before the goons come back to finish the job and get taken to a farm out in the country where I’ll slowly retrain not only my latent kung-fu abilities, but also my shoulder-mounted rocket launcher and super-human strength and acupuncture myself so I know where all my new circuits are and then come back and explode all the goons and then make it to the bad Senator guy and probably explode him, too, although that would make me just as bad as him, so maybe I’ll just let him live in jail for the rest of his life and then join the police force and kick major ass as a kung-fu cyborg.
We’ll call it Hard to Kill: The RoboCop Story, or something like that. Please treat this post as an homage to Steven Seagal and Peter Weller. Weller I like because he actually teaches at Syracuse; he’s a smart cookie. And I’ll say that the actual Hard to Kill is one of the few movies that I’ve seen more than 5 times. Due the the repeated watchings, it has grown on me. Although I haven’t checked it out in years, I’m sure it’s still good. And as for Robocop, come one, it’s Robocop.
Peter Weller was also a terrible man in 24.
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Solar Energy and My Photosynthetic Shirt
Posted on February 22, 2008 | View CommentsWhen I was a wee lad, definitely older than 8 but definitely younger than 13, I was at the local state park with my brothers and my dad. It was a bright, sunny day. My dad was doing something with my brothers, and I was just ambling about aimlessly. The sun must have felt very inviting, so I got down on the cement and let it shine on me. I was wearing a black shirt, or at least it was once black. At this point in its life it was more of a dark grey. It had been tie-dyed at some point in its long life, and there was one long streak of white shooting across the front of it like a lightning bolt. In fact, before my mom explained what tie-dye was, I just naturally assumed that it was a depiction of one of Zeus’ messages.
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Santa Claus
Posted on February 20, 2008 | View CommentsIt’s quite possible that I have no idea what is going on here:http://morrire.livejournal.com/427196.html
Or it might be just what I think it is. A study by the Swedish consulting firm SWECO late last year determined that for Kris Kringle to maximize his gift-delivering to all the billions of young people across the world, he should be based in Kyrgyzstan.
The rest is at the BBC. What it boils down to is that the Kyrgyz government hosted a big celebration full of Santa Clauses and Ayaz Atas (Snow Father) and Ded Morozes (Grandfather Frost) and planned to name a mountain between the Osh and Naryn Oblasts as Santa’s “new” home. RFE/RL also ran a big story about it.While discussing the story with a friend in Kyrgyzstan, he lamented that this was just the sort of problem that the Central Asian Republics are trying to deal with: the question of identity in the wake of the collapse of the USSR. I suspect that the celebration and the naming of the mountain, just like the study that preceded them both, was slightly more benign than that, but the thought was now officially out. That friend and I, as well as two other people, are collaborating to research questions of identity just like this. We feel that it is important for some reason. Watch this space.
For me, though, the story illustrated an important point about religious identity, which just happens to be one of my research interests. In a nation whose population is probably 75% Muslim, this seems to be a cute little interfaith excursion. Of course, Kyrgyzstan is close to 20% Orthodox Christian, too, and even the Muslims there are mostly adherents of the Hanafi school, which distinguishes them from other, more strict denominations. Still, that Father Christmas can be revered in a Central Asian country is a good indicator that all hope is not lost, and that there are still options for getting along.
Or something slightly less sappy, but equally useful.
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Par for the Course
Posted on February 20, 2008 | View Comments
←These discs are just begging to get thrown in a lake
If there is most assuredly one thing that is missing in this
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Equations
Posted on February 19, 2008 | View CommentsI had a chat with Mike today. It’s always good to talk to him for a long time. It gives me a chance to type lots of crazy things and such. He mentioned that his cousin and sister were both twenty-one now. That blew me away. It seems that every week I see or hear something that reminds me how old I really am.
And I know I’m still very young, but I’ve come quite a long way. We’ll see in another year or two how many are left from my class who haven’t “settled” at least a bit. Weird.
The Old Days were, of course, good, but I’m convinced that these days are 1000s of times better. It’s Tim’s theory of XAll days previous + XToday = XAll days previous + 1. It basically states that in terms of happiness and experience, each day equals all other days plus one extra unit of something (not sure what). In this fashion, each day we live is just a little more than the aggregate of what we’ve already lived. Sweet, I guess.
But for now, it’s a question of figuring out how to chart the progress of the 1978 Communist Revolution in Afghanistan. This is not at all easy.
Additionally, things are just peachy.
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Since They Wanna Know
Posted on February 18, 2008 | View CommentsIn case it hasn’t been gazed upon: http://www.breakaleg.tv/video/2007/7/25/the-pilot-part-1.html – Yes, it’s that good, and it just gets better.
It occurred to me that I should really be listening to more rap. This is, of course, difficult given the recent loss of the ENTIRE COLLECTION of my music. I just happened to hear a few tracks from Obie Trice’s last CD, and it reminded me of just how good he might be. Of course, Eminem tends to attract people like that to him.
I have a thing for underground hip-hop stuff like Bus Driver and many of the Chicago groups, but even mainstream acts tend to surprise. Take Clipse, for instance. “Hell Hath No Fury” was a tour-de-force, and the fact that I heard NPR reviewing it favorably only lends credence to the abilities of Pusha-T and Malice. I present “Ain’t Cha,” which besides making me want to rock back and forth in my seat, also contains this wondrous first verse:
Rugers spare I drapes, baking pies, baking cake
Hustling them E’s and that C’s and that H
While you probably talking frantic on the tape
N***az in the hood ain’t tryna to hear “Man it was a mistake”
To call you a bitch, not a bandit at ya wake
Epitaph reading how much damage you could take
While I’m on the boat with ya bitch, salmon on the plate
I know why you liked her, the head it was great
Loving these bezels sets, change with no space
86 karats, you know how much digging in the planet this could take?
Patent leather BAPEs…Uh, uh! Closet like planet of the BAPE!
Monkey see, monkey do, monkeys following in place
Like I’m living in an episode of Planet of the Apes
You’re watching the evolution of one of rap’s greats
You n***az tryna take my place? Neva happen…Naturally, some of this might not be exactly as it was meant to be seen, but these lyrics-sets are often heard rather than straight from the group. If you look closely, you can see what I’m talking about. Pusha-T actually raps from the end of the line. And it’s all about the long a sound, of course, but I point special attention to the line about digging. Wow.
Anywho, I’m sure that this track (just like every Clipse song) has something to do with hustling coke. But seriously, this is some good stuff. I end this with a little bit of one of my faves, who managed to absolutely slay one of my other faves on his own track:
Since I’m in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain’t no politician but I’ll kick it with ‘em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I’ll wear it
But if it don’t, then y’all’ll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who’s these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there’s a huge interference – they’re sayin you shouldn’t hear it
Maybe it’s hatred I spew, maybe it’s food for the spirit
Maybe it’s beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I’m debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict – like you didn’t experiment?
Now now, that’s when you start to stare at who’s in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders – too bad you couldn’t do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don’t
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go – he’s {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}
And I’m the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it’s just a RENEGADE! -
Etruscans
Posted on February 17, 2008 | View CommentsI remember one night when we still had the dining room table set up. This was, of course, before the dining room became the study and the study became the bedroom. We were playing a game of Gin. I like this game; it’s got just enough capacity for aggravation to make it really interesting.
We were drinking pre-mixed Cosmopolitans with SKYY vodka. They were OK, I guess. Jets to Brazil was probably playing in the background, and I know there was some form of incense at work in the air.
Fast forward two years: I’m waking up at 4:40 a.m. and hopping in the shower. After having some toast, a banana, my vitamins, and a glass of tomato juice, I sit down where that dining room table used to be. I spend about half an hour browsing the morning’s news, then slip on a shirt and tie and head out the door to go to the office. It’s cold outside, and my footfalls are a steady clip-clap on the cement leading up to my building.
As I reach the third floor, I pause outside of Room 320. That’s where it all started; where we trace it back.
And nowadays, I think of my times in that building, and the good (and bad) work that I did there. I think of warm nights back on the balcony at the apartment, and of the various move-ins and move-outs that accompanied my time there.
And I smile.
Nunc ubi Regulus aut ubi Romulus aut ubi Remus? Stat Roma pristina nomine, nomina nuda tenemus.
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Regulations Are Important
Posted on February 17, 2008 | View Comments143 MILLION POUNDS OF BEEF RECALLED.
That’s enough to make two hamburgers for every living person in the United States. This is the beef that goes into school lunches – lunches that are eaten by little kids. Am I a vegetarian? Yes. Am I a militant vegetarian who pushes my beliefs on others? Not usually, but it’s stories like this that make me want to outlaw cheap meat. Maybe if we were made to pay what meat really costs, in terms of energy, our environment, and our health system, we wouldn’t be so cavalier about eating it all the time.
This is the largest beef recall in U.S. history.
You can’t mistreat broccoli.