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Saturday, September 30, 2000
Permalink Fun 3D drawing web-toy, Teddy (via peterme).


Friday, September 29, 2000
Permalink I love this name: Nerdonomicon. Only wish I had thought of it first.

Want.


Thursday, September 28, 2000
Permalink Oh yeah, just so you know. I didn't win a TiVo. Man, I felt like a shoe-in. I'm going to try again. But I don't have high hopes. If I don't win one, I'll never try it out. Mark my words.


Permalink Ha! Sean, you rock! I gotta get wonna them there transportur pods fur m'self, and then we could transpurt back and forth between Shangra-Li and the Windy City at will. Oh, if only it were in place for the upcoming Nader rally. I'd love to be there, but I don't think I can swing it on a "work" night.

in the MetaTanque/publicity category...

I'm curious to see how long I can keep my link at RobotWisom's Visitor's page. RW is pretty consistant as far as good links go, and he (it?) linked to me once a while back, which I thought was very cool. As I recall, he found my site at the bottom of a list of weblogs, indicating that mine was one of the least-read on the web. TeeHee. Anyhoo, I can't really say there's much here to attract strangers (except maybe strangers with candy), but it is entrance to a world teaming with text, mostly not mine, that I like to refer to as my web-posse.

Although today started out fairly sickly, the weather ended up magnificent. Cool and comfortable, yet sunny. No sign of Oscar, but Jack and Sammi and I had quite a nice time around the house, every window open to let in the fresh breeze.




Wednesday, September 27, 2000
Permalink

Here's a mockup of the TanqueJet that I normally take to work, Sean. However, it was grounded the other day, which is why my Jag's battery was weak.

Don't have much ta give tonight. Maybe more later.


Tuesday, September 26, 2000
Permalink Un-foreseen benefit of driving a 1+ hour commute every day to work: when you leave your lights on in the garage all day and need to jump your car to drive home, you're sure that the battery is fully charged by the time you get home.

And then it was time for Buffy




Permalink QNX released (at least for those of us who downloaded the mini version already). Don't think I can quite get that to download from home, however, and I'm not sure I can justify springing 30 bucks for the CD. Hmmmm....

I have to say, I'm a little disappointed that there are no Indiana blogs in Behind The Curtain. Then again, I was too lazy to do it, so I can't complain.


Monday, September 25, 2000
Permalink Well, it took much longer than it should have, but I finally put up the Hoosiers website. Purty.

I don't know what to file this little anecdote under, but ...

I listen to pop radio going to and from work, and a song by Wheatus caught my attention, called Teenage Dirtbag. I like the song, but I feel I've been duped. See, the singer sounds like a girl. So I'm listening to this guitar pop rock, and this little girl voice is singing about how there's a girl on her street who's so cool, and how she'd like to go out with this girl, go to an Iron Maden concert, but the girl doesn't know she's alive cause she's "just a teenage dirtbag." Get it? Cute, catchy, and openly dealing with homosexuality in an honest manner.

Or so I thought.

Going to their website, it turns out Weatus is an all guy band. Apparently their singer just sings in falsetto and sounds like a girl. Which changes the song into any old guy likes girl story. Yeah, the song's still catchy, but somehow it's just not as cool anymore. And I kinda feel cheated. I mean, this guy really sounds like a girl. And the image of a young girl pining after a girl who's got a boyfriend is much more interesting than the same old hetero story.

Or am I just being weird?

In any event, they sorta remind me of Weezer, in a good way. And they seem to be bankrolled by the record companies at this point, since I'm hearing Best Buy radio spots for their album.

"I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
listen to Iron Maiden, maybe, with me."

"Her boyfriend's a dick,
he brings a gun to school, he'd simply kick,
my ass if he knew the truth
he lives on my block,
and he drives an Iroc
but he doesn't know who I am
and he doesn't give a damn about me
cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby."

While we're on the topic of pop music, Drums and Tuba is pretty cool, kinda like Medeski Martin and Wood, but less intricate and, well, with a tuba player instead of a bass player. I plan to snarf up their re-released stuff soon (after I scrape together enough to cover rent and pay the plastic usurers their due).

Hey, live in Bloomington?

I feel I must point out that Jim and Dave (recent ex-Shagra-la-sters) and Shane have found a really cool pad. They've been living there for a couple months, and they've all been working for a while, so isn't it time you stopped by and checked out the new place? I only mention it because, having just mentioned Drums and Tuba, I was about to mention Flaming Lips as well, since Jim was playing some of their latest album for me the other night, when it occurred to me that several people might not even be able to visualize their place. It's way cool, nestled in a heavily wooded spot on a river gorge, such that their back deck overlooks a lush and beautiful panorama of trees, birds and wildlife. I don't have the words, but if you haven't gotten out there yet, do yourself a favor and take a look. Tell 'em I sent ya.

Whoa, hey, it's Monday. How'd that happen?


Friday, September 22, 2000
Permalink What is it about fall that makes people want to write haikus? Heidi sent me one today out of the blue, a very pleasant surprise:

Love hiding in wait
Fantasies treetops falling
Pregnant wind portends

There's a super-duper special project going live this weekend (and no, it's not Sean and Sonya's journey to self-actualization), but I don't want to give up the details just yet. And yes, it was all Sean's idea. I'll bet you can't wait!

Speaking of LGAT's, I guess now's the time to fess up and let you all know that tanque.org is just that, a form of awareness training. Sean jumped the gun by announcing plans for the compound, but you'll all be expected to sell most of your earthly belongings and join us at Shangra-La as soon as we get some pesky, unenlightened neighbors to donate their land to the cause.

If this idea scares you, just forget I said anything; your mind will be changed for you.

Seriously, I have to admit to a certain curiosity about this Forum business. Sean, Sonya, if you do go through it, I definately want to hear about it. However, the murkiness of the online description doesn't do much to convince me that it's for me.

I think I understand that some things must be experienced rather than read about for them to sink in. However, it seems that even that sort of thing can be described in words. I'd want to read some of the philosophy behind this stuff before I subjected myself to a full bore intensive weekend of it.

Things happen to people when they're in an intense situation for a couple days. Different sleep patterns, different eating patterns, unfamiliar environments, they soften you up and make you think differently. This is often a good thing, don't get me wrong, but before I put myself willingly into an experience that's supposed to change my outlook on life, I'd like some more info. From what little their website tells, I don't know if these people believe in angels or gemstones or engrams or little green men or whatever. Why can't they give some info up front?

Hey, look at that. It's the weekend. :)


Permalink Ah, sweet, sweet weekend! Let Life Reign! Sleep in, sit on the porch, read a book, surf the web, drink some beer, eat fun food, go to the market, play with the cats.

Oh wait, still need to go to work first.


Thursday, September 21, 2000
Permalink Sports: As close to sports talk as I might be able to get: I haven't seen the Nike ads yet, but NPR had a guest commentator complain that her family were watching the Olympics, which they assumed was wholesome family fare, when that ad suddenly came on and freaked out her little 5-year old child, sending the youngster into tears. My suspicions of Mom's over-reacting to the ad aside, I'm curious to see the ad, but I don't want to have to watch SportsCenter to see it. Was it really all that scary?

Sports, cont: I guess I should fess up. I can't defend the guy, and I don't want to discuss the pros and cons of his firing, or how it should have been handled, or whether he should have been fired long ago, or whether there's anything there worth firing somebody over, but ... I'm going to miss Bobby this year. There, I said it. Now I can move on with my life.


Permalink Okay Sean, I have to admit that I haven't gotten to "The Project" yet, in part because I've been playing around with Organizine, the brainchild of Adam, previously of Trenchant fame. Call it a home-brewed blogger replacement if you will, I call it pretty darn cool. You can quote me. The result of my first toying about with it can be found here. Not much to see right now, but then again, there may never be. Check out the tool if you want; there's a password involved, but I'll bet if you go to Adammathes.com and ask to be a beta tester he'll let you, if you're so inclined.

Just in case you thought I was done talking about Oscar on this page, the O-man returned to Shangra-la this (Wed) afternoon (Shari went looking for him pre-tornado, and he followed her back to the homestead). He's been itching to get back out ever since, but we've decided to keep him indoors for a little while, just so's he remembers where home is. At least that's the plan.


Wednesday, September 20, 2000
Permalink Years ago, in the life of an earlier version of Ned, I was taking an East Asian Language and Culture class on pre-historic asia, covering mainly Japan and China. Besides being smitten with a Japanese/Math major who sat next to me, I was very impressed with the professor, who's name escapes me now. He taught the subject well, making it interesting where it might not have been, and while his love of the history we studied was obvious, he never directly made value calls on the material.

Except for one day. He even pointed out that he wasn't going to go into his personal beliefs, but he had been covering the various philosophical/spiritual schools of thought, and paused for a moment while discussing the rise of Zen Buddism. He grinned, holding up a copy of the Tao, and said something to the effect of: "I'm only going to say this once. If the world is ever going to work it's problems out and have some sort of global peace, it will be through this."

I'm paraphrasing. Even though the event struck my freshman mind like a thunderbolt, I can't remember exactly what he said. He didn't repeat it, and he never went on to proselytize. But it had its effect. Already interested in pop-Zen, I felt like my initial response to Buddism was reinforced. To borrow a term from GrassPig, it is the shite.

Tonight I dug around a little though the books to find my copy of the Tao (the Cleary translation, if I remember correctly), but could only find my collection of koans, "Zen Flesh, Zen Bones." I looked, because somewhere in there I remember reading the "correct" way for a leader to lead the people. That is, the leader should lead by example, not by coersion. Convince the people to lead a right life by leading a right life yourself.

Which is all a very long winded way of getting to my thoughts on Pat's recent dilemma. He mentions that he doesn't want to teach tolerance, while in the same post he's getting after students who act inappropriately, correcting their behavior. Jim comes across a similar, but unique, challenge, and acts similarly (I think). Just as if they were dealing with, say, adults at a bar, they want to avoid confrontation, correctly in my mind. Confrontation is sometimes necessary, but it rarely is the most effective way to communicate ideas.

So, Pat, I think maybe I'm just surprised by your jargon when you say you don't teach tolerance. Of course you do. You treat human beings as worthy of respect regardless of race, sexual orientation or whatever. No, it's not in the curriculum; it's more pervasive than what's on today's lesson plan.

Of course, Ben rightly reiterates what I think several people were saying, that is, that some things are properly taught in school, and other things, even though we wish everyone agreed on them, are not the public school teacher's place to teach. Even if we can beat up the little ones.

Now I take on the aspect of the white-haired, dusty robed cave dweller, waving a bony hand at the fire and gripping my gnarled staff, muttering, "enough! I am weary of this, talk leads in circles. Bring me my ale!"


Tuesday, September 19, 2000
Permalink Ah Tuesday, not much to love, not much to hate. Just another day.

Alternative Bumper Sticker Anecdote:

I'm sure the novelty will wear off soon, but I get a pleasant little kick out of seeing my Nader bumper sticker on the back of my car. I don't think I've ever put a sticker on any car I've ever owned, not being much for decoration (though I've always been tempted to get those under-carriage black lights installed).

From the "You're just being clever" department:

This quote from Plowing the Dark sent me scrambling for a dictionary:
"No doubt the real bed was a tubular steel hospital apparatus wrapped in acrylic blankets. But in the invalid's mind, surely it resembled this rich red wood piled high in an eidolon of eiderdown."
Eidolon: 1. A phantom; an apparition. 2. An image of an ideal.

eiderdown: 1. The down of the eider duck, used as stuffing for quilts and pillows. 2. A quilt stuffed with the down of the eider duck. 3. A warm, napped fabric.

From the "Oh, come ON!" dept:

Bill's link to the story of the Oklahoma college student being charged with downloading too much music makes me ill. "Police seized the personal computer and a CD recorder from the student's dorm room after university officials were notified by the Recording Industry Association of America..." Urgh. Yes, this college student was the source of the problem, he's responsible for it being so easy to share files on the internet. I'm sure a note from the university wouldn't have been enough, no, better take all his stuff and threaten criminal charges just to be sure. Anybody out there have a membership list for the RIAA so I can be sure to never buy any of their crap ever again?



Monday, September 18, 2000
Permalink Think the bumper-sticker incident was trouble? How about teaching witchcraft at school? (via Obscure Store)


Permalink Okay, I guess I was wrong to think that I'm out of things to say about bumper-stickers. Pat, hang in there buddy. I'm sure you'll figure out what's best for your situation. I have to admit I had to re-read part of your Sunday night post:
"I don’t 'teach' tolerance and I’m not too thrilled to hear that a student has come to the conclusion that we should all get along."
Wow. How do you cover civil rights, or slavery, or half of history without coming down pro or con on tolerance? I was turning this over in my head earlier this week, the whole "where do ethics fit into the classroom" question, and I don't think I have any answers here, either. I've been trying to go back and remember how my teachers delt with this stuff (or avoided it as the case may be). Morality and ethics weren't ever part of the official curriculum that I recall, but they sure were there in the subtext, implied.



Permalink Well, there's not much to add to the bumper-sticker conversation at this point that hasn't been said already, and more clearly than I could have put it, but I still find it interesting. As much as I tell myself that logically there is one conclusion to be reached, that just isn't the case. I'd say to Sonya that of course I can defend the rights of homosexuals, whether they want my help or not, because ultimately how anyone is treated affects me; no man is an island and all that. And I'd say to Pat and Clint that its a real stretch to read that bumper sticker as anything but supportive of tolerance. But in either case, all I have is my perspective, and the fact remains that other people have different reactions from their perspective, and that's the way it is.

I clearly remember sitting on Kate and Pete's back porch in Bloomington after the OJ trial verdict came back, and we were amazed that the jury thought he'd been set up. At least I was. But there's no arguing with the fact that many people saw the situation otherwise. Very interesting.

It's easy for me to forget that those differences in perspective are a fact of life. They can be discussed, and maybe even altered, but they exist, remain, persist. Some times there's no right answer, just my opinion. I think that's why political (and religious) discussions so often hit a wall past which there's not much to be said; you can't reach a single logical conclusion, like figuring out a math problem.

That being the case, it stands that it's all the more important to listen to what people are saying, so you can understand where they're coming from. Which is much more nebulous and feel-goody than I intended, but like I said, I had a hard time working this stuff out.

Whew, what a weekend! Sean and Sonya surprised us all by coming down for the party, very cool. Shari and I were beat Sunday, lazing around in front of the TV for most of the day, channel surfing. And now it's back to work. But that's okay. Jack is purring.


Saturday, September 16, 2000
Permalink Okay,

Right, so I planned to put some real insight up here, but the weekend is
Already upon us, and so it will have to wait. Heading
To the farmer's market with Shari's folks this morning, and then to grab
Some lunch. Might try to get some hoopy in this afternoon with Spooge.

Right now I'm listening to the lastest Yo La Tengo,
And realizing that one of the speakers has a little buzz. I
Think I could minimize it by taping some tissue over it, but I'm not
Sure if that's going to screw up the sound or not.

[end subliminal messages]

Any stereophiles out there have any suggestions? Sean?

Anyhoo, great day out there, nice and sunny and cool.


Friday, September 15, 2000
Permalink Dani last night, total straight face: "Bobby who?" Ha!

"The domino effect proceeded when Harvey told his stepfather, Mark Shaw, of the event. Shaw urged Harvey to report the incident. "It should have been reported," Harvey said. "I thought what he did was wrong."
....

"I meant him no disrespect at all," Kent Harvey said. "I looked to him as a celebrity. I still have respect for him."
[Insert pithy comment here.]


Permalink
Sean, I think if you're really honest with yourself, you'll admit that you do sort of harber a deep-down dislike for bloggers, and I think that's it's only fair that you give LaTanque credit for that. :)



Permalink and again, it's:

a handful of links!

Lot's of people have already linked to this, but just in case you haven't, check out this Newbie Blog Chat. Also, check out this fine Dingleberry Winery page. (I work with Gayla; Mike used to work with us as well) This cracked me up. And, I have to link to a weblog that mentions me in its first post: Matt has started a blogger page (this is another ex-co-worker of mine, not that zany Frenchman or that zany drummer you may know). Aren't weblogs grand? LBCNL (last, but certainly not least), I've been remiss in not linking to the latest blogster, Jeff and the Butterfly Liberation Army. When I first saw his title, I thought it was "Barfly Liberation Army", which is a title I might have to use someday if it's not already taken....

There's so many thoughts going through my head on this bumper-sticker thing that I'm forcing myself to get them into some sort of order before I post any more on it; very interesting perspectives to respond to. Ain't conversation grand?


Thursday, September 14, 2000
Permalink Ah, the bumper sticker. Saw one on the way home from work with this address: www.analyzeislam.com. Interesting, though I haven't really checked much of it out yet.

But on to Pat's comments re: "Jesus didn't teach me to hate gays". It sure sounded to me like a positive message, along the same lines as "Hate is not a family value" or "The Moral Majority is neither." I think I understand where you're coming from, but that's not how I'd read it. Interpretation aside, what an interesting (read: difficult) situation to navigate. Is it simpler to say that all comments on homosexuality and religion are inappropriate for school grounds? Posters attempting to promote diversity fall into this category? Secular filters for printed messages in public view? I've got no answers on this one right now, just the observation that this could be a very slippery slope, 1st Ammendment and all that.

And Jeffery St. Clair's kid is being taught by Pat?! If JStC comes to talk to class, can I sit in that day?

Watched A Simple Plan last night, and somehow hadn't realized before then that it was directed by Sam Raimi (!). Very good stuff, if a little melodramatic. Billy Bob Thorton and Bill Paxton continue to impress me as actors.


Permalink No Oscar for the last 24 hours.


Wednesday, September 13, 2000
Permalink

Bush said he was "convinced" that the ad was not intended to send a subliminal message. (Bush more than once mispronounced the word as "subliminable.")
Whoa, okay, email's back online. Hopefully a posse of angry state workers won't have my hide for losing their joke of the day messages. Ahhh.

I gotta think about this "working for time" concept, Jim. Hmmm.


Permalink Bill's link to the "obvious" article brings up, well, memories of last year, if I can type that without sounding too pretentious. Seems someone comes up with this sort of "web pages suck, natch" argument every so often, and it causes some discussion, and then everyone goes back to having fun with their web pages. But I can understand why people trying to pay the rent with HTML might feel a little superior to (or threatened by?) all the 12 year olds who come up with content regularly, or the family folks who post pictures of their cats (for the record, cat webpages rule). I've therefore taken a vow of design poverty, so as not to lose my late-nineties street cred. Long live the low-brow, home-made, DIY world wide web!

I hadn't noticed Chris' un-blogger tag until recently. HA!

Hmm, driving home tonight, in the cool thick southern Indiana fog, under a full moon as bright as a Portland afternoon sun, I could almost forget the fact that my email system at work is a shambles right now. I actually gave up tonight at 9:00 and decided to drive home to sleep. Tomorrow we'll try to salvage our GroupWise system from a server with failing hard drives, and I'm sure eventually it will all work out, but as I type, I have to think about every piece of email that's being redirected and lost. Work hit hard when I came back, as if to remind me that I would never be out from under it's nasty heel.

But the fog was soooo cool. And I'll be it will be waiting for me in 6 hours when I drive back.

Clint mentions "other avenues of employment." That's the trick, isn't it? Member when you were pre-licensed-to-drive, kicking around in the basement, playing music with your buddies and planning on living on the beach out of a van in California? Maybe writing that novel on the side? And then one day you woke up in a cubicle. Sure, ya got some scratch in your pocket, but....

That's part of what attracts me to Office Space. The protagonist goes through a mini-odyssey, and in the end finds a kind of zen-like contentment. Very tempting, very desireable.

We'll get there one day, after a long journey of tiny steps.


Tuesday, September 12, 2000
Permalink "I want to be Betty's Barney."

"Name one bad thing you've done."

Been there, done that.

These will have to do until we get our pictures back from the trip. Hope this doesn't make the page take too long to load.

I'm working my way through Richard Power's "Plowing the Dark". Really good stuff so far; this guy doesn't disappoint. A taste:

"Maybe Lim was right. Maybe the spreading world machine was catalyzing this mass revolution. Maybe silicon seeds had planted in the human populace an image of its own potential. After ten thousand years of false starts, civilization was at last about to assemble the thing all history conspired toward: a place wide enough to house human restlessness. A device to defeat matter and turn dreams real. This was what those crowds of awakened students demanded: a room where people might finally live. Every displaced peasant would become a painter of the first rank. Every crippled life a restored landscape."

If it sounds impossibly hopeful, it is. The characters are watching Tienneman unfold, before the violence, and they're inspired. But the reader is clued into to how these things turn out.

The phone, she rings

Got a call from Bill tonight. He might be in town this weekend (if we get lucky). Way cool. He tells me he rented Office Space tonight to watch with his room-mate. Yeah, babycakes, it's a fun flick to watch. Also got a call from Huffman, also way cool. Chris (and everyone else), it looks like "the party" will happen this weekend on Saturday evening rather than the aforementioned Friday. However, you should still be checking Shari's site for the real skinny, as I am not usually in the know on such matters. Chris was floating a theory: Since Amy nor Pat has posted since Shari and I visited, he figured we must be on a kill-crazy rampage, snuffing out tanquers one by one. I can neither confirm nor deny such rumors.

On that subject, however, I will offer this as fodder for the "best date" discussion: Hop a plane to San Fran, stay with my sister and visit Vu and Amy, then jet to Portland to be wined and dined by the rest (nay, best) of the west (Pat, Liz, Heather, Heidi, Licia, Matt & Beth). I promise I won't go on and on about it, but boy, it rocked.

Boy, it rocked.

Oy.

Sit frocked.

Toy-spit. Clocked.

Sigh.

Hey, Clint asked about the next Ill-litturatty selection, and I have to apologize for taking so long to pick the title. Before "the trip" I was planning on RP's Prisoner's Dilemma. However, an older book, an autobiography, has just been re-released, "You Can't Win" by Jack Black. No, not that Jack Black. This dude was a hobo ex-convict with lots of tales to tell. I picked up a copy last week. So I'm torn. But I'll let you know as soon as I've figured out which to pick. Would-be Illitturatists (this means you), please feel free to let me know if one or the other sounds more interesting.

Peace outy.


Monday, September 11, 2000
Permalink Wow, well, back home.

Line from Office Space:

"I, uh, I don't like my job, and I don't think I'm gonna go anymore."

Vacation rocked, so hard. And now going back to work seems like a bad joke. Yeah.

Yeah.

What the heck am I doing here anyways? That's the big question, isn't it? Yeah.

Boy, I've spent some time catching up on the logs, and I feel odd being out of the loop, but now I'm back, back with gusto, babycakes. But it's late, I'm tired. Okay. So, here I am, and I'm up late since we came in to Indy late, and I'm watching Office Space, and I'm not wanting to go into work tomorrow (even though I know one or two of my co-workers read this, and I shouldn't even be talking about work; hi guys!). Whew! Vacation is over.

Really, I had positive stuff to type in tonight, but I didn't get to it. I'll work on it.

Peace.


Thursday, September 7, 2000
Permalink Ahh, this is the life. Hit Portland and felt immediately at home. Pat picked us up at the airport where we were greated to a fine panoramic view of the surrounding mountains, then off to meet the rest of the Portland crew. Very, very cool.

Thanks again, Bethany, for showing us such a fabulous time in San Fran. We'll be back!


Monday, September 4, 2000
Permalink Whew, we've done A LOT in the last couple days, all of it very cool and fun. But I'm not gonna go through a laundry list of all we've seen and done right now; no time! Maybe we'll get a breather later today and I'll put up a better description of the great time we're having. Anyhoo....

Off to have more fun!


Saturday, September 2, 2000
Permalink greetings from Denver (stop)

tiny public keyboard makes me feel as if I'm using a telegraph (stop)

trip so far has been flawless (stop)

more later (stop)

off to catch flight to San Fran (stop)

(grin)


Permalink Whelp, we're outty. West coasters, seeya soon. Loggers, I'll try to post once or twice on the road but make no promises. There's a DrunkenFish I still need to post; sorry Ben, but I will get to it eventually. If you're looking for my latest web-toy, take a gander at Tanqueville (though don't expect a whole lot yet). Toodles!


Friday, September 1, 2000
Permalink Hmmm, now we're talking favorite teachers, eh? This one's harder. The first one that comes to mind is Nick Nolte in Teachers, but that's just cause Nolte's cool. I'll have to think about this a little.


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