well, I took this picture in color, and then went and edited it into black and while and added the sun there, which actually makes it look a lot better. I find it kinda odd to go and change nature so that it looks better on a computer. "hm, that's pretty good, but the sun should be in the center." The power given to us by technology seems endless, unto the placement of the sun in the sky. Ah, it makes me feel omnipotent.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
It's a Picture
well, I took this picture in color, and then went and edited it into black and while and added the sun there, which actually makes it look a lot better. I find it kinda odd to go and change nature so that it looks better on a computer. "hm, that's pretty good, but the sun should be in the center." The power given to us by technology seems endless, unto the placement of the sun in the sky. Ah, it makes me feel omnipotent.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Don't kill me Mr. Rich
DISCLAIMER: The Author cannot be held responsible for the opinions contained within this entry, but merely the general existence thereof, thus, hypothetically, were it to be given point based grade, the author's views would be considered no grounds for bias against, and subsequent lowering of, the aforementioned hypothetical grade.
So I have this class, we'll call it english, and for this class, we are constantly analyzing literary works in order to find the deeper meanings therein. This is perfectly fine, to a point. Many works do contain a deeper meaning, cleverly designed to get a message across to the reader, however, many and all are two very different things. Many would seem to connotate a large number, or portion of a whole, generally, somewhere beteen 50 and 99 percent. All, though, has no connotation as such, but an exact definition, meaning, all of them, the entirety of a whole, 100 percent, precisely. I point this out to say that sometimes a literary work just might mean (gasp) exactly what it says.
Why do we feel this need to analyze things? The same reason I'm doing it right now, because the need is imposed upon us by english teachers, who were imposed upon to impose upon us this need, etcetera, etcetera, all the way back to when literature was first appraised as analyzable, and who knows who's idea that was. This is not always true, some people really like analyzing things, I mean, I don't mind when it's only in my head, but why take it outside of that boundary? Do we really need to write down all of our thoughts about other people's thoughts? it just doesn't seem quite right does it?
Well, I decided that the reasons all boil down to analysis being ultimately for the betterment of our thinking society. When one person expresses their thoughts about someone else's thoughts, then another person can read those thoughts, and express their own thoughts about the first persons thoughts about someone elses thoughts, and so on and so forth, until, eventually, we get down to the true meaning of a poes, which, of course, the author never intended in the first place.
The people- "Well, we've finally figured out what your poem was about."
Author- "oh?"
The people- "yes. it's about the inner struggle between human nature and the will to do that which they believe is right, when confronted with pressures and temptations, and other large mammals"
Author- "um, actually it was about the small bits of broccoli that were in my butter while I was trying to butter my toast that morning, you know, like the poem said"
The people- "no, you're wrong, that's what you said, but it was too simple to be what you meant."
Author- "hm, I hadn't thought of that"
So I have this class, we'll call it english, and for this class, we are constantly analyzing literary works in order to find the deeper meanings therein. This is perfectly fine, to a point. Many works do contain a deeper meaning, cleverly designed to get a message across to the reader, however, many and all are two very different things. Many would seem to connotate a large number, or portion of a whole, generally, somewhere beteen 50 and 99 percent. All, though, has no connotation as such, but an exact definition, meaning, all of them, the entirety of a whole, 100 percent, precisely. I point this out to say that sometimes a literary work just might mean (gasp) exactly what it says.
Why do we feel this need to analyze things? The same reason I'm doing it right now, because the need is imposed upon us by english teachers, who were imposed upon to impose upon us this need, etcetera, etcetera, all the way back to when literature was first appraised as analyzable, and who knows who's idea that was. This is not always true, some people really like analyzing things, I mean, I don't mind when it's only in my head, but why take it outside of that boundary? Do we really need to write down all of our thoughts about other people's thoughts? it just doesn't seem quite right does it?
Well, I decided that the reasons all boil down to analysis being ultimately for the betterment of our thinking society. When one person expresses their thoughts about someone else's thoughts, then another person can read those thoughts, and express their own thoughts about the first persons thoughts about someone elses thoughts, and so on and so forth, until, eventually, we get down to the true meaning of a poes, which, of course, the author never intended in the first place.
The people- "Well, we've finally figured out what your poem was about."
Author- "oh?"
The people- "yes. it's about the inner struggle between human nature and the will to do that which they believe is right, when confronted with pressures and temptations, and other large mammals"
Author- "um, actually it was about the small bits of broccoli that were in my butter while I was trying to butter my toast that morning, you know, like the poem said"
The people- "no, you're wrong, that's what you said, but it was too simple to be what you meant."
Author- "hm, I hadn't thought of that"
Sunday, October 16, 2005
the demon which lives within my ipod
I have a dillema. For the last few weeks, my ipod has been blatantly disobeying my every command, request, plea, and even flat out humble appeal. Primarily, I've been trying again and again to put three death cab for cutie songs which I bought on real player back onto my ipod, not even ONTO my ipod, but back on. I mean, they worked perfectly before!
There was also another song which wasn't working, same format, same program, everything I can conceive about it is the same, but then, as I had my ipod on shuffle it just popped up and started working! "Hm," I thought, "Maybe my DCFC songs are working too!" nope. sure, they show up on the ipod, but as soon as you try to play them, it comes up on the screen, pauses for about two seconds, probably for dramatic irony, and then moves on, while laughing hysterically in it's little computerized head, to the next, and lesser, song. and added to all this, somebody went and changed my computer account so that I'm no longer an administrator, meaning, basically, I can't do anything about any of this.
Well, I tried every conceivable technical way of fixing the problem, and failing in all of them, I determined that my iPod has a grudge against me. Why? because I betrayed her. I lured the poor thing into a false sense of security, bringing her everywhere with me, only listening to her. Then, just when she thought she was the most important digital music player in my life, I went behind her gleaming silver back, and bought a new, slimmer, smaller, younger iPod. Now some iPods would take this in step and try to be the best they could be in order to keep their position, I just had to get one that feels nothing like this, but instead vows utmost revenge.
This cannot be the only explanation of my problems however, because there are other factors which cannot be attributed to my ipod's jealousy. Not only will my songs not go onto my ipod, but they happen to be some of my favorite songs, and apparently my friends favorite songs as well, but only since they stopped working. Every time somebody else is using my ipod with me, or by themselves, this is about what goes on:
Austin (while doing geology homework)- Hey, do you have soul meets body on there?
me- ...no.
Zac (while listening to my ipod himself)- Dang it! why won't it work?
me- lemme guess, you tried to play soul meets body.
Zac- yeah, how did you know?
me- (silence)
rachel (while going to get pizza in my car)- hey, do you have soul meets body on there?
me- I DON'T HAVE SOUL MEETS BODY, DANG IT!!! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!! THERE'S 500 OTHER SONGS ON THERE AND ALL YOU PEOPLE CAN ASK ABOUT IS THAT ONE?!?!? WHY?!? WHY WHY WHY?!??!?
anyway, that last one is kinda dramatized, the response was really more of a "look, I spent at least an hour yesterday trying to put that one song on my ipod, and the only success I had is that is says the title and then laughs at me while it switches to a different and lesser song."
So my reason for the last plague? there's only one explanation, divine intervention. I am being punished for my unfaithfulness to the ipod that I had. It was loyal and true to me, and for no reason other than physical imperfection, I betrayed it and bought a new one. how could I be so unfeeling?
Stupid iPod.
There was also another song which wasn't working, same format, same program, everything I can conceive about it is the same, but then, as I had my ipod on shuffle it just popped up and started working! "Hm," I thought, "Maybe my DCFC songs are working too!" nope. sure, they show up on the ipod, but as soon as you try to play them, it comes up on the screen, pauses for about two seconds, probably for dramatic irony, and then moves on, while laughing hysterically in it's little computerized head, to the next, and lesser, song. and added to all this, somebody went and changed my computer account so that I'm no longer an administrator, meaning, basically, I can't do anything about any of this.
Well, I tried every conceivable technical way of fixing the problem, and failing in all of them, I determined that my iPod has a grudge against me. Why? because I betrayed her. I lured the poor thing into a false sense of security, bringing her everywhere with me, only listening to her. Then, just when she thought she was the most important digital music player in my life, I went behind her gleaming silver back, and bought a new, slimmer, smaller, younger iPod. Now some iPods would take this in step and try to be the best they could be in order to keep their position, I just had to get one that feels nothing like this, but instead vows utmost revenge.
This cannot be the only explanation of my problems however, because there are other factors which cannot be attributed to my ipod's jealousy. Not only will my songs not go onto my ipod, but they happen to be some of my favorite songs, and apparently my friends favorite songs as well, but only since they stopped working. Every time somebody else is using my ipod with me, or by themselves, this is about what goes on:
Austin (while doing geology homework)- Hey, do you have soul meets body on there?
me- ...no.
Zac (while listening to my ipod himself)- Dang it! why won't it work?
me- lemme guess, you tried to play soul meets body.
Zac- yeah, how did you know?
me- (silence)
rachel (while going to get pizza in my car)- hey, do you have soul meets body on there?
me- I DON'T HAVE SOUL MEETS BODY, DANG IT!!! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!! THERE'S 500 OTHER SONGS ON THERE AND ALL YOU PEOPLE CAN ASK ABOUT IS THAT ONE?!?!? WHY?!? WHY WHY WHY?!??!?
anyway, that last one is kinda dramatized, the response was really more of a "look, I spent at least an hour yesterday trying to put that one song on my ipod, and the only success I had is that is says the title and then laughs at me while it switches to a different and lesser song."
So my reason for the last plague? there's only one explanation, divine intervention. I am being punished for my unfaithfulness to the ipod that I had. It was loyal and true to me, and for no reason other than physical imperfection, I betrayed it and bought a new one. how could I be so unfeeling?
Stupid iPod.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
"Soul Meets Body (Radio Edit)" - Death Cab for Cutie
"Soul Meets Body (Radio Edit)" - Death Cab for Cutie: "1. Soul Meets Body (Radio Edit) - Death Cab for Cutie"
man, what a sweet song. but I don't think that worked like it was supposed to, just like every other real player thing I've ever tried. grrrr...
man, what a sweet song. but I don't think that worked like it was supposed to, just like every other real player thing I've ever tried. grrrr...
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Then it seems we are at an impass!
hm. So I'm sitting here wondering what to write about, yet again. this seems to be a constant plague for me. maybe I'll get over it if I sit here long enough................................................................
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Okay, I got over it just now when I was showing my little brother how I made this blog. (for some reason he seemed to think it was pretty special, don't ask me why.) So I was making another one, just to show him that I'm not really as good at nerdy internety stuff as he thought, and then I saw something really stupidcool, which is a term I just made up, meaning "both stupid and cool" (all rights reserved)
I was looking at the settings for the blog, and noticed something called adsense, apparently, you can sign up for it, and it will put ads on your blog! isn't that great?!? well I didn't think so either, but apparently, you actually get PAID for having ads on your blog. Pathetic. I mean, who's going to be so stupid that they'll go and sign up for something that, if anything, will earn you like a tenth of a cent per click? So obviously I signed up for it right away.
It says you get payed for how many times the ad is clicked on, and how many times it shows up on your blog. Naturally, nobody is going to visit my blog and click on ads enough for me to make any money, but hey, if I ever have time, I can always do it myself! man, I feel either dishonest or stupid.
Anyway, guys, if any of you ever feel like clicking on ads over and over again, my blog is open 24/7 remember, no shirts, no shoes, no pants, no service!
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Okay, I got over it just now when I was showing my little brother how I made this blog. (for some reason he seemed to think it was pretty special, don't ask me why.) So I was making another one, just to show him that I'm not really as good at nerdy internety stuff as he thought, and then I saw something really stupidcool, which is a term I just made up, meaning "both stupid and cool" (all rights reserved)
I was looking at the settings for the blog, and noticed something called adsense, apparently, you can sign up for it, and it will put ads on your blog! isn't that great?!? well I didn't think so either, but apparently, you actually get PAID for having ads on your blog. Pathetic. I mean, who's going to be so stupid that they'll go and sign up for something that, if anything, will earn you like a tenth of a cent per click? So obviously I signed up for it right away.
It says you get payed for how many times the ad is clicked on, and how many times it shows up on your blog. Naturally, nobody is going to visit my blog and click on ads enough for me to make any money, but hey, if I ever have time, I can always do it myself! man, I feel either dishonest or stupid.
Anyway, guys, if any of you ever feel like clicking on ads over and over again, my blog is open 24/7 remember, no shirts, no shoes, no pants, no service!
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Until I know what's going on
From reading the title you would think that this would be a deep essay analyzing my most profound thoughts and feelings. Well it's not. You would have to be a pretty shallow person to find anything on this entire blog in the slightest bit insightful. Sorry to dissappoint you. That title is made up of completely random words that flew through my head as I stared at the wall. Sounds like a good name for a song or something though, doesn't it?
Anyway, has anybody else noticed that you can think of anything you want to, whenever you want to? Until you're actually told to do so. Typically, my mind is full of unanalyzed thoughts zipping around screaming profanities as they collide with each other. This is usually the case, honestly. Until, that is, I'm asked to write an analytical essay. Right then, my thoughts stop, lean on their cars, and stare at the sky. The blank, empty, silent sky of my head. The sky that's about as void of potentially analytical thoughts as the real sky is of hundred dollar bills. And that's where I'm at right now. Completely. Blank. So I start to wonder, Does this paragraph count as being analytical? Probably not. Should I get on with my life and go do my other homework? probably.
Anyway, has anybody else noticed that you can think of anything you want to, whenever you want to? Until you're actually told to do so. Typically, my mind is full of unanalyzed thoughts zipping around screaming profanities as they collide with each other. This is usually the case, honestly. Until, that is, I'm asked to write an analytical essay. Right then, my thoughts stop, lean on their cars, and stare at the sky. The blank, empty, silent sky of my head. The sky that's about as void of potentially analytical thoughts as the real sky is of hundred dollar bills. And that's where I'm at right now. Completely. Blank. So I start to wonder, Does this paragraph count as being analytical? Probably not. Should I get on with my life and go do my other homework? probably.
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