| Advice from Women |
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| 03:04pm 29/03/2009 |
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Women: Do you know where to get jeans that aren't low cut and don't have that stretch fabric in them? For fellow members of your sex, not the S? |
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| Advertising Bid |
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| 12:38am 09/03/2009 |
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OpenOffice: As bad as Microsoft Office, but free! |
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| Science is easy! |
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| 12:20am 16/01/2009 |
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Ah, evolutionary psychology. Keeping post-Freudian reductionism's armchair warm, today and yesterday, way yesterday.
Obviously I need to mate, otherwise why would I be blogging at this moment? And you, my fellow primates? |
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| Level 5 |
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| 11:38pm 21/10/2008 |
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I covered the Grim Reaper stage's music from the original Castlevania. It's been going through my head for days; posted it on my myspace. I need to tweak the sound a little, but might submit it to OCRemix. Also put up a new mix of music. |
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| Wait not for Roosevelt |
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| 02:22pm 10/10/2008 |
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It is my sincere hope that during this time of economic meltdown, environmental peril, and oil wars, individual or roving gangs of Americans will start smashing, slashing, and otherwise incapacitating leaf blowers. The beautiful autumn season, our immediate hope of a sense of serenity and natural order, is inevitably ruined by the incessant bleat and beating of the terrible machines, which exacts punishment on the ears of bystanders five blocks away, drawing ire and cochlear hairs out of the closeby, and they seem to breed like rats during October. They epitomize the my-yard-fuck-you individualism that has corroded American communities for years.
If action is not taken, Americans will probably turn on each other, and I think that this would be a worthy release valve, I think it would be on par with the WPA. "During a time of strife, we came together as Americans and rid the world of pestilent leaf blowers. Let it be known that this disease both began here and now ends here."
I'm serious, it's turning me into freaking Schopenhauer here. |
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| Installed. |
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| 12:18am 13/09/2008 |
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all night recording binge. I should have gotten someone else to act out these things. As it is, I'm going to be remixing them til we set up at BEAR at 63rd and Foster. Still, perhaps something for the myspace, chopped and screwed. Foster Art Walk is from 10-5 Saturday. I got all the chairs, including a few broken ones, and three cd players. Need a fourth and a 4.5v adapter. Hopefully fools won't hork my ish. |
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| Dictatorial Installation |
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| 12:46pm 10/09/2008 |
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So, I'm putting up a piece for the Foster Art Walk on Saturday, 10-6. However, I'm lacking some materials--three chairs, four cd players. Anything anyone's throwing out? of chairs, I need one kid's chair and one folks don't mind me going Gallagher on if it's not already broken. Put the word around town.
Thanks! |
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| Who knows? |
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| 01:01pm 20/04/2008 |
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I got to four last night before people starting applauding politely. I told them that there was another 80 minutes. It looks like the chords aren't spaced quite right from yesterday; let me know if I need to clarify, if anyone's trying to pick those out. |
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| Dayeinu indeed |
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| 02:57pm 19/04/2008 |
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You know, I've been wanting to learn how to play Jewish songs for awhile, especially since Oliver gave me this here uke. But every site that comes up, it's for books of sheet music. I've found Yutopia which has some, but I can't find Echad Mi Yodea anywhere. So here's my version of Echad Mi Yodea, chordwise, at least for the uke. G - C - E -A tuning.
Bbm
Echad mi yodea?
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Echad ani yodea.
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Echad eloheinu
Bb7 (Ebm -note on the Gstring) (Abm -2 frets on the A string) Bbm7
eloheinu, eloheinu, eloheinu, eloheinu
F7 Bbm
shebashamaim uva'aretz
and so on for about 7.5 minutes to an hour (my family always just waited til the natives got to the refrain). To me, it maybe looks a little more difficult than it is, because I'm not really that good of a guitarist or ukulelist . I used a different chart while decoding my version from slapping it together. I can't find some of the chords on it either, as you can tell.
I'm not great at chord theory. If you want to correct, please go ahead. It really shouldn't be so hard to find these tabs online. For Echad Mi Yodea, I basically watched this beautiful video and then stole the chords from Heveinu Shalom Aleichem, which should be
Am(E7) Am
Heveinu shalom aleichem
A7 Dm
Heveinu shalom aleichem
E7 Am
Heveinu shalom aleichem
E7 E7 E7 Am
Heveinu shalom, shalom, shalom aleichem
But isn't, according to this chart.
You can forward this to anyone you know in the increasingly specialized world of cantor/ukulelists, probably in decline since the 50's. I'll post others when I find them. OR -URGENT- to your Hawaiian Jewish friends, so they can learn it, all 70 minutes of Echad Mi Yodea, before it's time for them to have their seder. |
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| Why Freakomomics fails to live up to the Malcolm Gladwell popademic standard to which it aspires |
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| 04:56am 24/01/2007 |
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While Blink has points to explore within an anecdotal framework, Freakonomics is using that format to try to convince you of its brilliance, and comes off like the Marilyn Manson kids from high school trying to convince you they're crazy. Whereas Blink is anecdotal but thematically unified, Freakonomics has no unifying theme but how crazy economics can be in the hands of a ¡really crazy rogue author! While Malcolm Gladwell often refers to himself in Blink, it's solely in the exploration of the subject. In Freakonomics, it's just as often an advertizement, which just leads me to distrust economists more.
(bloating this with HTML when I'm not so tired.) |
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| 03:05am 23/01/2007 |
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music: Malcolm Gladwell--Blink
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Your data suggest a slight automatic identification with Tea compared to Coffee.
Using "Sleepytime" in reference to tea helped, probably because it's late again.
Project Implicit |
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| 09:26am 15/11/2006 |
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The Machine Age Beckons!
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Bitch,  I am a mighty warrior. Do not question me.
you are hitler.
come, fellini, let us run away from Señor Bastard.
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| On E. Coli |
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| 05:50am 25/10/2006 |
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Avoid E. Coli. If you are a set of intestines, you do not have to heed this advice. |
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| On the Use of Repetition in R. Kelly's Trapped in the Closet |
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| 03:07am 28/08/2006 |
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In the years to come, in the editions of the Norton Anthology of American Literature during those years, we will see R. Kelly held up as America's addition to the bards and lay-singers of the past, as Trapped in the Closet, or the greater work to succeed it should it ever end and not meet the fate of Spenser, will be held with those masterworks of oral tradition, The Iliad, or Beowulf.
unless the cultural relitivists lose |
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| On the Subtext of Urban Champion |
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| 01:10am 28/08/2006 |
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mood: Hella terrified, but lucid
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Urban Champion is a fascinating and quietly profound game for the NES, at once simple and expansive. On the most superficial level, it is one man with blue hair, green pants, and red shoes punching a man with green hair, red pants, and orange shoes in the face, in the stomach, and vice versa. From screen to screen, one progresses, or regresses, back and forth, punching forwards, being knocked over backwards, until one of the factions falls in a manhole.
What is at stake in the game is the role of urban champion. In one player mode, after the player defeats the computer, he moves on to the next building in the sequence, facing the same but slightly more difficult adversary for the same three rounds of punching back and forth. This occurs ad infinitum, with every victory of three resulting in the winning of a boxing glove, or after five boxing gloves, a flag, or after five, a trophy, then crown, then double crown.
The weltanschaung esposed by the game is that of social darwinism--one is constantly engaged in a battle back and forth, against one's opposite (note the opposing color schemes of the characters--the complementary colors). The one more adapted to the fight will triumph, and keep his adversary at bay while he progresses to the next screen, only to fight a more difficult opponent.
Occasionally, one has to dodge an arbitrary attack from without--a flowerpot dropped by the storeowner or resident in the window above the building, and if one fights for too long, the law will eventually step in and arrest the weaker of the two parties (the one closer to losing).
The left-to-right progression of buildings represents the life struggles--Snack Bar (survival/food), Books (education/ideology), Barber Shop (style/cultural capital), Discount Store (commerce/economy), and then back to the Snack Bar. Our existence is cyclical and unending struggle, only given temporary respite when we knock our opposition down the manhole, figuratively and often literally in the affections of a smiling woman throwing iridescent confetti from above, while we show our muscles and assert our strength. Then, back to the struggle, which continues until we can no longer adapt, and it is we, knocked down the manhole, only to start again, if we feel we still have the strength to try.
The aspect I feel that is most crucial about this game is that one may vie with another human player, or against the computer, which can be seen as oneself (in the pursuit of further and further adaptability and attainment of trophies signifying victories in the struggle for adaptability), or God (in the pursuit of this against a nonhuman intelligence, or perhaps just in the striving to keep the cycle going ad infinitum instead of finitum, a small Epic of Gilgamesh). With this feature, all archetypal human conflicts are expressed, with the exception perhaps of man versus nature, which can be seen as the struggle to keep staring at the computer, or the development of small cancers from playing so long, or how long you can play until the cartridge totally fucking dies--not inherent in the programming, but definitely in the macrocosm. And Urban Champion does nothing if not showing us the microcosm from which we can perceive the macrocosm; a mandala for our times. |
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