four for tuesday

This one’s especially for Mr. Williams, who is my Obama partner in crime.

Tribeca - Her Breasts Were Still Small Such a good track. Listen.

The Game ft. Lil’ Wayne - My Life Hot hot hot.

Lil’ Wayne - A Milli Everyone and their dog had remixed and sampled this track, but I still like the original the best. If you somehow haven’t heard this yet, listen to it a few times. I guarantee you’ll be walking around and annoying all your friends for days.

this morning

я оглянулся посмотретъ не оглануласъ ли она чтоб посмотретъ не оглянулся ли я!

all there is to tell

Aiiyaaa!

moscow freestyle

I am watching this documentary for maybe the third or fourth time, and it’s simply fantastic. One of the best looks at both English teacher culture and the living experience in Russia. Some of the protagonist’s observations strike so close to what I feel about Russia, and also to how I felt in relation to China. Try to get your hands on a copy. I haven’t been able to watch the end without getting all sappy yet.

stay and fight

Sometimes I can’t tell where at which point I begin and end. It seems like at the oddest times something happens and I turn into something else. And things are blurry.

It is a cliche that it’s always worse to regret something you didn’t do than something you did. I’m not sure I agree. Rather, I am sure that I don’t agree. It always strange to say that I am sorry. Those three words are never enough to describe exactly what I mean. I am sorry, and if I could take it back I would. I would not do what I did and instead perhaps now we would still be okay. I could fix this with some wit and humor and I could still ask how you’re doing once in a while and invite you to a show. But instead now it’s weird and you’re not saying anything at all.

I’ve been living on roofs made from sin

Does free speech tend to move toward the truth or away from it?

I simply cannot get this article out of my head. It’s excellent, and I promise to write a somewhat-thought-out reaction to it once I can gather my thoughts. Meanwhile, read it! Great journalism with very good questions asked.

aside: I need to start importing my del.icio.us (no more dots!) links into this blog.

words don’t come easy

Have I mentioned that there is practically no overlap between those people who I have on Facebook and those on Twitter? Anyways, the Twitter thing is more tech/blog/media randoms, and from reading their tweets, you definitely know that a lot of acronyms and phrases are used again… and again… and again…:

• FTW = something that’s great, that did whatever it is you wanted to get done better than anything else you tried. ie/GoogleDocs, FTW!
• FAIL = kind of like the antonym of FTW. used over and over to describe anything that’s pissing you off. ie/Starbucks = FAIL
• EPIC FAIL = the above to the nth degree. this combination has most frequently been used to describe the Rogers/iPhone fiasco
• kthnxbai = i don’t even know what this is about. people mostly use it when they want to seem a little ‘edgy’ or ‘with attitude’ or something. egh.
• I HAZ [insert whatever you want here] = …or any other combination of lolcats lingo. I find this the most retarded. I despise these cats in the same way I despise Crocs.
• HTML tags = whenever you want to describe an action or an emotion or something ie/<applause> </applause>

The things I’ve described here are used often, and don’t qualify for premium geek status. They are watered-down geek terms that have been co-opted into average saviness. (Case in point: Andrei used “FAIL” this weekend.) Actually getting XKCD probably bumps you up a level. Knowing what a meme is is useful. Having created one is even better. Being an indie band whose video has ended up as a meme is great (I’m looking at you, Ok Go!). pwn3d, teh, w00t, etc. are out. Don’t even try to do LOL, OMG, WTF, you noob.

my coworkers are funny

anthony: “can you show me past copies of the newsletter? I need to have a reference for how to format my useless opinion.”

me: “enej, should I make the staff newletter in the OLT colour scheme?”
enej: “no, go crazy. it doesn’t have to be all official, it’s for fun.”
me: “you’re saying that ’cause nobody’s gonna read it.”
enej: “…”
me: “I will sit next to you at your desk and make sure you read the whole thing.”
enej: *nervous laughter* *walks away*

so I’m harassing people to submit stuff in for the staff newsletter at work. it’s kind of difficult. The staff newsletter has come out, like, twice during the history of the office, and it’s one of those things people politely ignore. I actually Twittered about potentially making the whole newletter in Comic Sans and Wingdings and seeing if anyone would notice.

anyways, finding people to submit stuff is difficult. So far, the newsletter is going to be filled with my thoughts about everything. LIKE A BLOG, BUT MADE IN InDESIGN. bwaha. Oh well, I’m making my cubicle buddies read it (Michael, Seth, and Anthony are super-lucky to be sitting next to me, am I right?).

the coffee machine.

So yesterday I broke the coffee machine at work. You can’t blame me, I was in a state of post-Pemberton delirium and sleeplessness. It was like I was physically at work but mentally still asleep. Anyways, the bin thing was full, I went to empty the bin… and then it just wouldn’t close. It was end of day Monday, so nobody really cared/noticed. Seth, Mike, and I tried to tinker with it unsuccessfully. I called the tech people, and they said “try tugging at the base as hard as you can.”
“um. that doesn’t work. it’s not doing anything. wait. here’s a coworker”
seth: “um, that doesn’t work. it’s not doing anything.”
“ok we’re gonna send someone over soon.”
but soon didn’t mean in an hour. soon didn’t mean anything. soon was my mortal enemy. and today is Tuesday morning and people were freaking out. there was no coffee. it was like the air in the office was different. people boiled water. someone took out the ancient it-looks-like-it-hasn’t-been-used-since-web-1.0 coffee cylinder machine thing. there were suggestions of walking over to Starbucks in the rain. the boss lady was heard saying in the hall: “someone broke the coffee machine?”. It was brought up at the morning marketing meeting, forcing me to blurt out and confess “okayiknowitwasmewhodiditbutsomoenescomingtofixitsoonipromise.” breathe.
then, suddenly, THE MAN showed up. I was ready to wed the Flavia repairman. He waltzed into the kitchen, took a chopstick (wtf?) and poked something and the door shut. It was almost a religious experience.

here’s what I have learned from co-op thus far: don’t fuck with the coffee machine.

(do you that that’s appropriate content for my Learning Portfolio thing?)

house of code

This video is incredible. Made exclusively from data. Learn more about it and make your own version. Or just be jealous that I’m heading to the concert in August.

by the way:
I think that the apocalypse is happening. This blog is turning into a Tumblr. OH DEAR GOD SAVE ME AND GIVE ME SOMETHING INTERESTING TO WRITE ABOUT. I managed to talk about Listening & Boobs for a lot longer than you’d expect yesterday. BR sucks right now.

I also made a Muxtape. It feels old ever since I twittered about it. And I installed some Widgets (look to your right, RSS haters. open up a fresh window, RSS lovers).