Saw this on byron scullin, who also read about CatSynth on CDM:
The Faith Flowchart
And just in time for Friday prayers 😉
Saw this on byron scullin, who also read about CatSynth on CDM:
The Faith Flowchart
And just in time for Friday prayers 😉
Fun at burbed with my hometown:
Burbed serves his readers. (Sometimes late though.) I thought it would be fun to see what $999,000 buys you in Chappaqua – home of CatSynth and Hillary Clinton…
You will have to go see for yourself what the $999,000 buys you in Mountain View 😉
I was listening to the radio last night on the way home, and the program host was referring to an event 17 years ago, in 1990. Some thoughts:
1990 is 17 years ago, or half a lifetime ago.
2007 will be half a lifetime ago in 2041.
In 2041, I will be 68 years old.
many cats can live to 17 years or more
my grandfather (on my mother's side) died at age 68 in 1982.
This is the sort of thing we like to see in Februrary, especially after a fortnight of gloom.
Crack open a window!
A perfect day to spend outside, perhaps in the garden. Things have an annoying tendancy to grow here in the winter, so there's a lot of cleaning to be done. And the notice I got this morning from a neighborhood group concerned about “blight” makes me think I better get the garden nice and clean before some crazy white suburban-types throw bricks through my window.
Speaking of blights on the neighborhood, one of those dog-beasts just wondered by on the sidewalk as I was working out front. No associated human in sight in either direction. We have a lot of cats (and small kids, for that matter), so I don't like to see unattended dogs. Plus, he decided to use the corner of yard for a very unneighborly purpose. 😛 I guess it's time to call in the Biohazard Unit. That kinda dampened my enthusiasm to keep working. I guess at least it gives me something to complain about should I choose to attend the March 6 meeting of “concerned neighbors.”
Maybe I should just go for a bike ride instead…
…ah, now this is more civilized. Relaxing at an outdoor cafe with a beer in 75F weather. Feels like Europe in the summer…
Crack open a window!
Today's chart rates four ex-girlfriends against criteria from an article at everything2.com:
Just like how women can be treated badly, men can also be treated badly. And for some reason, men are socially engineered to take more crap from the woman. Here are some of the things women who treat men badly do:
I haven't posted an update lately on my RPM challenge album. Needless to say, it hasn't been going all that well, you can read some musings/whinings on my rpm blog.
I'm hoping that getting restarted with a new more deliberate overall sketch of the album structure and energy, and a return to more experimental timbral-based tracks similar to my recent music for Dorian Grey, which is in a lot of ways the most inspired piece of done in a while. Can it save RPM? We'll have to wait and see…
It's been a lovely, warm day, one of the best since our recent deep freeze. Lots of patches of grey haze (probably fog rather than smog) amidst the blue. The melancholy beauty of California “summer,” except it's February.
it's starting to feel civilized again.
Speaking of civilization, many of us took time to help out friends (who I might through my interests in electronic and experimental music, hence this post noses itself into the “music” category) who were moving, from one side of town to the other. With so many of us coming out to help, we got the whole thing done in a fraction of a day. Would that friends and community got together for one another like this more open.
Below is a map of our home little seaside town.
On the lower left is the “West Side”, our side, of town. It's known for including the University of California Santa Cruz (UCSC), and scenic West Cliff Drive bookended by Natural Bridges state park and the main city beach. We moved our friends from nearby in the West Side over to the area called “Live Oak” on the eastern edge of the map and beyond the city limits. The area has quite a different feel, a flat patchwork of new homes, commercial buildings, rundown blocks and vacant lots. It might be strange that I like to explore places like this, but I do, it feels like being on the rundown edge of a large city. I have a similar feel when biking through the neighborhood near the main city beach, a mixture of old houses, tourist hotels and vacant lots.
It's easy to wax romantic about a place when you don't necessarily live there. Consider the fondness many artistic and cultural figures have for 1970s New York, a time when the city was verging on bankrupcy, infrastructure was crumbling and the (violent) crime rate was far higher than it is now. Daniel Henninger had a great article in the Wall Street Journal two years ago discussing this idea. Among those quoted:
The actor John Leguizamo: New York in the '70s “was funky and gritty and showed the world how a metropolis could be dark and apocalyptic and yet fecund.” Fran Lebowitz, a contributing editor for Vanity Fair: The city “was a wreck; it was going bankrupt. And it was pretty lawless; everything was illegal, but no laws were enforced. It was a city for city-dwellers, not tourists, the way it is now.”
For me, there is probably also a nostalgia for the images of childhood, like the graffiti on subway cars and crumbling concrete playgrounds (I don't think any of those exist any longer). By contrast, Giuliani's cleaned-up Times Square elicits little more than a shrug and a few seconds looking at the big screen…
Most of my recent trips to New York have been in November and December (though I did go back in June, 2005 as well). New York in winter does have its charm, but I miss the sweltering summers, the terrific oppression of the big city…
It's the rare website that truly earns the title “I laughed, I cried, it was better than Cats!” Burbed is definitely one of them. A colleage at work introduced me to it on Friday, and although this past weekend has seen a lot of ups and downs for me, I know I can count on Burbed for a good laugh at the expense of some of the Bay Area's worst real-estate deals. They just finished up Daly City week (for the geographically challenged: Daily City is a town just south of San Francisco), including priceless but overpriced gems like this SFMOMA permanent collection special.
If you live or own real estate in the Bay Area (as I suppose I do), you can probably appreciate the humor. If not, here's an opportunity to peer into the housing bubble and laugh at us.
If you don't think this site is funny, you are strange and weird.
It's also a reminder that my little foray into California real estate has worked out quite well on balance…
This is the famed five-level intechange of 105 and 110 in Los Angeles, a rather impressive engineering feat.
Interstate 105, the Century Freeway, is one of the last of the major LA freeways to be built, and one I had neither seen nor driven until a wonderful Hollywood/LA/Orange County adventure that took place almost a year ago (it was in early February of 2006). I will spare you the details, dear reader, but I will say that it was cooincident with the 2006 Grammy Awards and was an amazingly memorable “night that never ended” until I returned home on “the 101” a day later…
This is what opening the “can you say” demo patch looks like in the current OSW 2 user interface prototype?
I suppose the new UI isn't quite ready for prime time, but I thought the attempt at auto-converting existing patches looked rather cool. I wonder how some of the aesthetics can be incorporated into a correctly working version…
For comparison with the current release, visit the Open Sound World site – the same patch is used as the front page.
Somehow, I also think the image represents my state of mind at the moment. I'll let you interpret that as you will. Let's just say after a pretty good January 1, things have been a bit weird. I prefer not to delve too much into the personal on this forum, though you can read an interpretation of Luna's point of view on her Catster page/blog. Actually, the most interesting part is a typo I made but left in. Again, I leave identifying and interpreting it as an exercise to the reader…