By coincidence, Amber played Centipede at Asbury Park's Silver Ball Museum (mostly dedicated to pinball, but arcade games have made an incursion) and filled up the entire high score table.
The article touches on the male-dominated aspect of the video game industry then, which is something that persists to this day. Really a pity, too-- since making that dedicated home tabletop rig for Centipede for Amber, my appreciation for this game has greatly deepened... from color aesthetics to ramping up the difficulty to the balance of skill and chaos, this game really is pitch perfect.
"[On 'Why is there something rather than nothing?'] And if there were nothing? You'd still be complaining!" --Sidney Morgenbesser"'I have a to do list. And now, it is time to do.' #internlife" --http://twitter.com/asjchaeDo not understand the appeal of Tab-Syncing. Guess I see tabs as short lived, and task-context-dependent
Latest This is my Jam: Bonde Do Roll Out -- [explicit] fun mashup...
Today I heard of two interesting East/West cultural differences;
1. Asked an open ended question about journaling and photo-albums, many of the European say they'd journal to remember happy times but the central theme from the Asian students was avoiding repeating mistakes.
2. In visual identification test, there seems to be a cultural difference with the American subjects picking out the most central foreground object (and able to recognize it more quickly in different contexts) and Japanese subjects absorbing scenes more holistically, and having an easier time with questions about the aggregate whole. (And 9 months of living in the other country seemed to reverse the difference, which says really interesting things about neuroplasticity.)
You don't want to take too much out of such uncited tidbits, but still.
"The cloud? Son, I invented the cloud, but back then it was called uploading shit to your own webserver." --Me in a dream last night"For it would have been better if the dust itself had not been born, so that the mind might not have been made from it. But now the mind grows with us, and therefore we are tormented, because we perish and know it." --The Revelation to Ezra, 7:63-64
"How is fishing competitive? Man vs. fish?" "No, man vs. man. The weighing, the measuring-- I respect anything that rewards you for silence." --Bert Cooper and Roger Sterling, "Mad Men""Lots of windows can distract you--but they can also let in a lot of light." --Clive Thompson in this piece about the trend away from multiple windows"The beauty of America is that every idiot gets to have their stupid, wrong-headed beliefs respected." --http://twitter.com/rstevens
Google "The St. Petersburg Paradox" -- it seems to point out an issue with probability analysis.
The show Portlandia inspired us to look at maps on iPad-- Amber discovered Portland OR boasts "NW East St". Nice!
Bogost's "Alien Phenomenology" reminds me what tech modern mirrors are- perfect reflection woulda seemed like awesome magic for most of history
I'm always surprised when I remember English has an adjective order that I just know: quantity or number quality or opinion size age shape color proper adjective (often nationality, other place of origin, or material) purpose or qualifier
"Unlike redwoods and lichen and salamanders, computers don't carry the baggage of vivacity. They are plastic and metal corpses with voodoo powers." --Ian Bogost
Reading Ian Bogost's "Alien Phenomenology"-- he quotes this passage of Roland Barthes' autobiography:
J'aime, je n'aime pas ~ I like, I don't like
I like: salad, cinnamon, cheese, pimento, marzipan, the smell of new-cut hay (why
doesn't someone with a "nose" make such a perfume), roses, peonies, lavender, champagne,
loosely held political convictions, Glenn Gould, too-cold beer, flat pillows, toast, Havana cigars,
Handel, slow walks, pears, whie peaches, cherries, colors, watches, all kinds of writing pens,
desserts, unrefined salt, realistic novels, the piano, coffee, Pollock, Twombly, all romantic music,
Sartre, Brecht, Verne, Fourier, Eisenstein, trains, Médoc wine, having change,
Bouvard and Pécuchet, walking in sandals on the lanes of southwest France, the
bend of the Adour seen from Doctor L.'s house, the Marx Brothers, the mountains at seven in the
morning leaving Salamanca, etc.
I don't like: white Pomeranians, women in slacks, geraniums, strawberries, the
harpsichord, Miró, tautologies, animated cartoons, Arthur Rubinstein, villas, the
afternoon, Satie, Bartók, Vivaldi, telephoning, children's choruses, Chopin's concertos,
Burgundian branles and Renaissance dances, the organ, Marc-Antoine Charpentier, his trumpets
and kettledrums, the politico-sexual, scenes, initiatives, fidelity, spontaneity, evenings with
people I don't know, etc.
Often when monologuing, like outlining what my team did for scrum, I find it helpful to shut my eyes to compose the sentence.
Is it just me?
After reading a book on Neuroplasticity, and how different parts of the brain overlap in function (and how one part can take over different functions in cases of brain damage) it makes me wonder about if visual and verbal parts of my brain are weirdly sharing circuits.
Jeezie petes, when Amazon gets "kozmo.com" like same-day service it's gonna eat the damn world.
On The Fat Boys. They kinda were a novelty act, but their human beatbox was the template for thousands of amateur fans
"Before disillusionment comes illusionment." --http://twitter.com/TheTweetOfGodUnit Tests are the hope that the reductionist art of making code can be repeated in seeing code run, which is a more holistic thing.
Conducting a book winnowing, my first in my e-reader era. Is that why I'm being surprisingly picky? Still, it's tough to keep my ego out of it -- shaking the idea of the multiplicity of bookshelves as the outward manifestation of being a smart guy. I might kinda hedge by scanning all the books I ditch, right before I ditch them.
http://www.thisismyjam.com/kirkjerk -- Covered this as my farewell solo in my a cappella group - I still dig the driving intensity of it.
To be awakened by a soft breeze. A brushing presence, sliding cloth... He sensed her sari as a luminous fog. Moonlight streaming through a lopsided window cast shimmering auras through the cloth as she loomed above him. Reached for him. Lightly flung away his sticky bedclothes.
A soft hand covered his mouth, bringing a heady savor of ripe earth. His senses ran out of him and into the surrounding dark, coiling in air as he took her weight. She was surprisingly light, though thick-waisted, her breasts like teacups compared to the full curves of her hips. His hands slid and pressed, finding a delightful slithering moisture all over her, a sheen of vibrancy. Her sari evaporated , The high planes of her face caught vagrant blades of moonlight, and he saw a curious tentative, expectant expression there as she wrapped him in soft pressures. Her mouth did not so much kiss his as enclose it, formulating an argument of sweet rivulets that trickled into his porous self. She slipped into place atop him, a slick clasp that melted him up into her, a perfect fit, slick with dark insistence. He closed his eyes, but the glow diffused through his eyelids, and he could see her hair fanning through the air like motion underwater,
her luxuriant weight bucking, trembling as her nails scratched his shoulders, musk rising smoky from them both. A silky muscle milked him at each heart-thump. Her velvet mass orbited around their fulcrum, bearing down with feathery demands, and he remembered brass icons, gaudy Indian posters, and felt above him Kali strumming in fevered darkness. She locked legs around him, squeezing him up into her surprisingly hard muscles, grinding, drawing forth, pushing back. She cried out with great heaves and lungfuls of the thickening air, mouth going slack beneath hooded eyes, and he shot sharply up into her, a convulsion that poured out all the knotted aches in him, delivering them into the tumbled steamy earth--
Going through my book collection I found the scifi collection of short stories "Full Spectrum 3" ... I don't remember much about them, but this sex scene has stuck with me since I read it in 1994 or so-- especially the line about the teacups, though I had misremembered it as "her teacup hips".
"Our life is the creation of our mind." --Buddha"Mercy is for the weak. Which is everybody." --http://twitter.com/TheTweetOfGod"Tonight I am no longer afraid of heights." --JT"Wonder is broken knowledge." --Francis Bacon
My city got smacked, albeit in a very localized fashion, with what they're saying was a microburst. Many, many trees down. Our power was restored late at night, though oddly neighboring blocks seemed to never lose power...
First hint: there shouldn't be a tree across the bike path!
Or a small side road blocked.
Inspecting a lovely old Willow, pulled out by its roots.
Our street. Note the sidewalk levered up. There was a line of violently downed trees, perpendicular to the row of streets where we live.
http://www.aimlessdirection.com/2008/17-tips-to-make-your-life-easier/ Random Bits of Household Hints
"English is essentially Pictish that was attacked out of nowhere by Angles cohabiting with Teutons who were done in by a drunk bunch of Vikings masquerading as Frenchmen who insisted they spoke Latin and Greek but lacked the Arabic in which to convey that." --Bill Hammel, via Essentialist Explanations, a great big list of "Language X is basically ______"Once again I find a consistent lunch of Wendy's Baja Salad (w/ chili+guac, sans chips+dressing) the most reliable way to lose weight.
I guess Beans+Meat+Guac on Greens is a satiating combo (I have replaced "Atomic Fireball" candies w/ Extra Dessert Delights' oddball flavors of gum -- Mint Chocolate chip, Apple Pie, Key Lime Pie, Strawberry Shortcake, Orange Creamsicle... I have a stockpile on hand at work to deal with my sweet tooth, and share with my coworkers.
"Best sentence that would have made no sense 10 years ago: "Galaxy Nexus: Android Ice Cream Sandwich Guinea Pig" (via reddit)" --http://twitter.com/s_bura"I've said this before but I'll say it again: Why do bad things happen to good people? To even out the good things that happen to bad people." --http://twitter.com/TheTweetOfGod
6 years ago I gathered up all the old personal weight data that I could and made a program to graph it... this is the updated version.
Since my last weight loss in 2010, my weight has been surprising stable (it looks extra jagged here because I have more data points to plug in)
I had kind of forgotten that I had been as low as 180 as recently as 2001. That's both encouraging and discouraging... encouraging that it's not the super-distant-past (though I was younger then), discouraging that it puts my recent loss in perspective, and without a coherent exercise plan it's kind of a dicey proposition.
"Why is this thus? What is the reason for this thusness?" --Artemus WardI like taking things and people at face value, because I'm most interested in how things relate and interact, which is utterly dependent on their surface levels and presentation.
"We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones." --Francois de La Rochefoucauldhttp://www.glorioustrainwrecks.com/node/3832 -- Some 'Wreckers have made a bit of art out of my Asteroids/RTS mashup game....
It's too bad the Pneumatic Diversity Vents got dropped from Portal 2, because identifying but not judging seems like a good idea.
"A life oriented to leisure is in the end a life oriented to death-- the greatest leisure of all." --Kenneth Lamotthttp://pica-pic.com/#/search_light/ -- from the "I remember that!" dept: a great LCD game I owned as a kid, "Search Light"-- like a linear "time management" game
"Man is an animal suspended in webs of significance that he himself has spun." --Clifford Geertz"Every person takes the limits of their own field of vision for the limits of the world." --Arthur Schopenhauer
"Boobs aren't fat! They're filled with mens hopes and dreams!!" --BrandonFinally getting to playing "Just Cause 2" on Xbox 360. It has fewer vehicles than Mercenaries (despite the fun Bionic Commando Arm /'Chute combo) but still is fun, and so beautiful in parts, pretty sunsets and the moon reflected on water. Enjoying it even more after I realized the main character sounds just like Triump the Insult Comic Dog.
http://realdoctorstu.com/2012/07/23/nostalgia-why-we-think-things-were-better-in-the-past/ "Research in 2008 showed nostalgia to be a feature common to the most resilient people. Coping with adversity and lifeís stresses seems to be effectively treated by a spot of wistfulness."
"You should understand that white people, for whatever reason, are generally inclined to like or force themselves to like anything that angry, intelligent, old white men enjoy: sweaters, jazz, things made from wood, books, records, and complaining about how everything is terrible now." --Christian Lander, "Whiter Shades of Pale"http://gizmodo.com/5930450/all-the-american-flags-on-the-moon-are-now-white The USA flags on the moon are now UV bleached white. Which makes poetic sense, seeing as how we gave up on the moon
Almost weirded out by my "Wendy's Baja Salad + Sugarless Gum" diet-- at work cupcakes, pastries, fries... nothing is even that tempting! This is just not like me, and the way I'm usually attracted to food (just wanting the flavor and/or texture)