“You blogging to me? You blogging to me? You blogging to me? Then who the hell else are you blogging … you blogging to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who the blog do you think you’re blogging to? Oh yeah? OK.” — The Adventures of Travis Bickle in the 21st Century
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From CNNMoney.com.
9.046 Hummers sold in 2009? No wonder they’re having to shut down the brand.
We just started watching the first non-pilot episode of Caprica. If it turns out that all the cylon centurions in Battlestar Galactica have people’s avatars (personalities/memories) embedded in them, a la Zoe Graystone in Caprica, then it would add a neat level of significance to the events of BSG.
ETA: What if the monotheistc STO organization were actually following the missing cylon model from BSG, whom the other models wouldn’t talk about, and whose storyline seemingly was dropped?
I’m not sure I’ll ever find out. The writing in Caprica is bugging me. (Amanda Grayfield’s podium confession? Seriously?)
I think I would be pleased to discover, in the end, that Lost is the book John Locke writes, still bound in his wheelchair, after Helen dies. I love reading about authors’ lives (whether nonfiction, such as Neil Gaiman’s blog, or fiction, such as William Goldman’s introduction to The Princess Bride), and the way familiar characters are now passing through non-island John’s life and might later, as fictitious characters, appear in his novel seems a realistic activity for an author. Also, it would be clever of him to kill himself off well before the end, a la And Then There Were None.
When Adam left and the Ants decided to go the reality show route to find a new singer, no one anticipated such a strong showing by the J’onn J’onzz fans and their high-tech, extraterrestrial autodialers.
Botanic Gardens at Chatfield, January 2010
Things you shouldn’t do right now.
Twenty years ago, Gatorade told kids that they wanted to “Be Like Mike.”
He’ll never get a sports drink endorsement, but I hope that there are at least some kids out there today who want to “Be Like Merlin.” (See also: 43 Folders)
My Initial Thoughts on Apple’s Announcement Regarding the Release of the iPad, Viz. the High Likelihood of Its Impact As a Paradigm-Shifting, Next-Generation Appliance Poised to Upend the Traditional Notion of Computers As Per Se Computers; Plus, Educated Commentary on the Complex and Sometimes Adversarial Relationships Between Humans and the Machines That They Build to Use and to — Amongst Other Things — Build Still More Machines for Making and Building Other Machines; Plus, a Brief, but Memorable Meditation on the Importance of Careful Design, High Build Quality, Humane and User-Focused HCI Iteration Processes, and Practical Affordances in Order to Provide Users at Every Level of Expertise or Interest the Ineffable Touch of Grace and Humanity That — at Its Most Sublime — Gifts Us With a Quietly Satisfying Feeling of Total Engagement. Which Feeling Is Only Possible When One’s Tools and Technology Decisions Support an Elegant, Absorbing, and Seamlessly Friction-Free Flow State In Which One Can Utterly Disappear — In Which State One May Briefly Enjoy the Weightless Levity of Total Unity — In Which State, Rather Than Feeling One is “Doing Work,” One Mindfully Observes “Work Being Done” — In Which State Tool and Tool-Handler Are No More Distinguishable Than Those Elemental Singularities and Gapless Gestalts That Constitute Our Core Drive to Create — In Which State, Process is Product as well as Processor — Where, Like the Mythical Centaur, We Are Both/And (and Neither/Nor) Horse And/Nor/Neither Rider Nor Horse-Rider — Only Oneness — A Ride Being Ridden, the Riding Rider Is, In Itself, The Ride. The Silent Oneness. An Essay.
It’s a really nice computer. Get back to work.
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On February 10, I will be drumming with Discount Cinema at Herman’s Hideaway. Print out this ticket, write “Discount Cinema” on it, and bring it with you to get in for free.
The other bands that night will include Deadbubbles, One Whore’s Town, and Chet & the Benders—monikers that, I think, first appeared in Stephen King’s Dark Tower series (or should have). I imagine the show’s going to sound something like Siouxsie Sioux walking into Deadwood. The question is … will the gunfire break out before the dancing? You know you want to find out.