Sunday, December 25, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
In my laptop flirtation that's gone on over the past two months (most notably in the past two weeks, when work has been due), I've come up with the following parameters for the computer:
(1) Must be Apple: First of all, like I said, I have this unhealthy obsession. Second of all, I really do believe that most other brands of laptops simply die after about two years of heavy use. The same could be true of a Mac, and I have heard of some problems, but I just have a little more faith in the machine.
(2) Must be 12": This narrows it down to either the 12" iBook or PowerBook. Basically, I need to get this machine to and from the library every day, without it being a royal pain in the ass.
(3) Ideally, some longevity involved: 2 -3 years of useful portable computing, perhaps?
From researching on the web, it seems like the iBook vs. PowerBook question is sort of the Paper vs. Plastic question at the grocery checkout line. With a few more complications. Especially with recent upgrades bridging the gap, it's more a question of if you're willing to spend $500 more for a mostly better/faster computer. Someone made a good analogy-- difference between a tricked out iBook and a basic 12" PowerBook is similar to the difference between a tricked out Honda Accord and a bare bones Accura. And there are things about the PowerBook that I think are just kind of neat- all sorts of audio/video ports, plus bigger std hard drive, and the ability to work with video and music fairly well (iBook will probably have some bumps and trips here and there).
When it comes down to it, though, price is the kicker-- I might have $500 extra to spend in the future, but I certainly don't have it now. Not to mention the fact that I don't have $1000 to spend now, so why increase the amount that I'm paying back for a few bells and whistles. If the PowerBook were substantially lighter (as opp. to .3 lbs lighter), maybe I'd be in a more dubious position.
Interesting factoid if you don't check macrumors.com twice daily, Apple is making a move to Intel based processors, making Apple computers a bit closer to PCs. They used to be working off of PowerPC chips (which were made by Motorola and/or IBM? I'm not sure where the lines stop/start), and at this point, they have reached something of an empass. The chips, though good and fast, have not been getting better and faster at the rate Apple would like-- that is, a rate comparable to PC machines. On the plus side, Mac's operating system, OSX, uses its processor more efficiently (so the pundits say), such that the physical chip speed doesn't make as huge a difference as one would think, comparing the specs of Mac & PCs. However, the next generation Mac chip, the G5, is just too darn hot to get into a laptop right now (no...really...it needs lots of cooling and ventilation and stuff, and would possibly melt your thighs if it were to rest on your lap in a small metal or polycarbonate box). Soooo they started developing hardware/software/OSX to work with Intel processor chips that can take them faster.
There are rumors, lots and lots of rumors, that instead of releasing the first Intel Macs (likely iBook and Mac Mini) in March, that they'll come out at the Mac convention that's being held early on in January. Pretty crappy when you think that if they did it a few weeks earlier, you could ask for it for Christmas...(or I could...if I would...which I wouldn't).
So now it's just a matter of time. I will look towards January 10 (or whenever it is the keynote address for the convention is), and if they say "Intel based iBook, 13" widescreen, shipping today!", I'm on board, and that's my ride. If they say nothing of the kind..12" iBook here I come. That will be exciting, but just a 'tad bit less.
Another interesting point, Apple has a so so history when it comes to first generation products. The first products of a new line tend to be a little bit glitchy (such as the iPod Nano's propensity for getting scratched). This is generally held to be a result of their sealed-lid privacy and product security while they are in development. So if something new is available in the beginning of January...and I buy it...there could be lots of problems. But I'd rather that w/ option of recalls/etc, than get a more reliable machine that I know will be shorter on features/speed. Hm. As long as the hard drivve doesn't crash....thinking of it now, daily document backups will be very much in order.
7PM - 8PM: Dinner Break.
3AM: Leaves Library.
I'm not bragging about that-- I just think it's kind of nuts! I'm thinking to myself that had I not done Ramblers this semester, maybe I would not be in this same level of time crunch predicament possibly. More likely, though, I'd be doing pretty much the exact same thing-- if not for my catch up projects today, for me longer projects, both due Monday.
There probably is something to say for quality of work, even if it doesn't make the difference of a letter grade. And I guess if both were due two days from now, I'd find some way to get it done. I think I've just started getting pickier about what's worth handing in. It makes me shudder to think of actually reading over...well...most of the stuff from last year, and maybe even some of the stuff from the summer.
Tonight, the reserves room, reference room and periodical room were all open for 24hrs a day use. Thank god, for one. The reference room can become something of a circus around finals time. I definitely recommend taking advantage of the 24 hr option. At least, that works well for me. I really, truly, simply can't get work done at home. On that subject-- another post!
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
"My dad had a great piece of advice for me once. 75% of completing anything is just showing up. Through the years, I’ve learned the value of this lesson over and over again, and it still holds true."
Truer words were never spoken-- except that they were. In the 2001 film Hardball, down-on-his-luck-deadbeat Conor O'Neill, goes all Bombay and coaches a softball team in the inner city. On one of the team's darker days (it involved a forfeit or a loss), Keanu gives this line:
Conor O'Neill: The most important thing in life is showing up I am blown away by your ability to show up.
Conor O'Neill, I am blown away by your ability to make words sing.
When I heard that in the movie, I was really not sold, and focused more on Keanu's trademark delivery. Thinking about it now, though, it's surprisingly true, particularly in regards to obligations a. It doesn't say too much to me about that remaining 25%, but it tends to have worked out for me lately.
Class: "Should I go to class?" A more complicated question than it would seem. But more often than not, when I've chosen to skip on class, in the end, it wasn't wholly necessary. At the very least, you just show up, and as long as you can stay awake (something not to be taken for granted), you're in good shape, and are in better standing with the professor than you would otherwise.
Library: I've recently found that without necessarily trying to be a good student or anything...I'll just go to the library. And even if I dawdle or facebook or whatever...I'll be there, and at some point, there really is no other alternative than to just put in some hours on work.
Work: After going out last night, I could have just stayed in and slept. But, unpleasant as it can be getting here and settling in...once I'm there, there's no other option, and now I'll have about $50 more than I would have otherwise.
Maybe what seems to make this seem like such a good idea is just because there's really no alternative once you get there. You arrive, and it's not like at that point you can just choose to leave at least work or class. You're kind of stuck there. The pessimist, perhaps, would be saying, it's not as much a positive thing about "showing up," as much as placing yourself in a position where you have no alternatives that might make you happier.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
And part of the fulfillment came from walking into the bar out of the cold, to see that there were all sorts of Christmas lights strung up around the place inside. Warmth plus Christmas lights make a place ten times as cozy. Insert here what self-gratifying comments I may have.
I wish I had something more lyrical, or perhaps, independently poetic about that whole...going to the Jolly Tinker in the snow sort of thing...but being able to do that, spend time at Webster Cafe, and just enjoy the company of good friends and still get home before dawn-- that's a pleasant evening.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
The statue dedication was a rather involved affair, more so than I thought- it was in a prayer service format. Went w/ Polcino, Knittle and his girlfriend, Emily, after popping the suggestion out by the caf. And I love university/academic ceremonies. No joke or mention was made at the statue's appearance, in deference to the artist, I would assume. The statue of Ignatius on the Alpha House Lawn, to me personally, has a somewhat odd history. One day, I saw them clearing out and flattening a plot of land. Then, another day, I see them put a big round slab on the ground, and I think-- what the hell is this, a fountain? And then Ignatius lowers onto it, in all its glory.
I can't help but think of comments that I've said at least three times. Heck. Why not just go back to classicism. I mean, in terms of sculpture, I still feel like we did it best then. This new statue just seems oddly two dimensional, somehow. Aside from the elongated probosis, it just looks not made to be viewed as a statue. Lines are too smooth, textures aren't there, and the smoothness of it does not elevate me in any particular way.
Nonetheless, the dedication was as nice as one would expect from a formal university function, and though the statue itself did not bear the brunt of Father McShane's public speaking wit, he nonetheless got to exercise his on-the-fly speaking:
"It says here in the program that we will at this point, the close of the ceremony, sing a hymn. Judging by the extremely cold weather, I would imagine it would actually be in everyone's best interests for us to go straight to the reception in the student center as soon as possible. So if you will...it's right over there...please feel free to walk in that direction. If you feel so moved to sing a hymn on your way there-- so much the better."
Euphonamagoria III: Ramblers Fall Concert, Lincoln Center performance tomorrow night, Rose Hill performance Saturday night. Details in my AIM profile. It's got a wide variety of songs, but do trust that by the end, it does develop into face-melting rock.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Thursday, December 01, 2005
FunkyForvm: howd you do that?
heyitsborch: i took it out to clean the processor fan, a pin got bent, i tried to bend it back, it broke off
FunkyForvm: oh man
FunkyForvm: no fixing that, is there?
heyitsborch: i must have known i was going to break it cause i went out and bought a colt 45 earlier, which i will open now
FunkyForvm: did you really buy a colt 45?
FunkyForvm: oh wow
FunkyForvm: did you tell Guillermo?
heyitsborch: no, he wouldn't understand
FunkyForvm: you mean...he'd probably get upset?
heyitsborch: no, he would literally not understand
*** interlude of 10 minutes of conversation ***
FunkyForvm: so what route are you taking...buying the replacement chip, or putting that colt to work?
heyitsborch: i'm drinking the colt right now, and i dont know how much money i have in my account right now
heyitsborch: so i will have to check tomorrow
FunkyForvm: We need to rewind.
FunkyForvm: Because in the context of you previously talking about buying a gun.
FunkyForvm: For the past 15 minutes, I was entirely believing that you had purchased a firearm.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
SHOWGIRLSThe Best Movie Ever Made. Ever.
“Her name is Nomi Malone…”
Ten years ago, our modern day Shakespeare, Joe Eszterhas, was paid $2 million for his screenplay Showgirls. Despite being considered one of the worst movies ever made by critics and movie-goers, it went on to become one of the top 20 grossing films in MGM history. And in America, that qualifies it as a work of high art.
The UCB Theatre is proud to present an evening with Mr. Eszterhas as he is interviewed by noted film historian (Cape Cod Community College) and Mary Kay spokeswoman, Jackie Swett Miller. Experience the power and sanctity of Eszteras' words live onstage. It’s half staged reading, half “Inside the Actor’s Studio,” and half female empowerment, Eszterhas style.
“It must be weird, not having anybody cum on you.”
Directed by Jason Mantzoukas
Cast: Eric Bernat, Julie Brister, Jackie Clarke, Jesse Falcon, John Flynn, Jeff Hiller, Bobby Moynihan, Lennon Parham
With special guest appearance from Michael Musto.
Thursday, December 18:00PM$5Make Reservations Now at UCBTheatre.com >>
Reprinted without permission, but since I guess since it's practically advertising, they wouldn't mind.
The story originally broke on the following blog:
This is slightly news to me, but apparently, it happened about three weeks ago. I had heard mention of it on a podcast (I am becomming even more of a computer/digital nerd by the second). It was revealed around the beginning of the month, that Sony has been incorporating a sort of copyright-protecting software into about 20 or more of its CDs since mid-2004. Something called a "rootkit" would be installed, hidden under the guise of music-playing software. (I don't lay absolute claim to truth on the details, see the above, this is just as I understand it so far).
So anyway, you load in one of these CDs (one of which is, I believe, an Ultimate Celine Dion collection), and under the guise of installing a music player, or something like that, itll install this "rootkit" thing- hidden, and without your knowledge. The rootkit is a sort of spyware that also makes your computer system vulnerable to hacking/intrusion. I think the program also sent information back from your computer to Sony, but again, I can't be sure. The apparent implications are, Sony has distributed hacker-like software through its CD products, with the goal of protecting CDs from copyright infringement. The whole problem is, you, the consumer, didn't know about it, and it was performing spyware activities usually associated with viruses or hackers.
Worse, Sony's first programs that offered to removie the spyware removed the "cloak," the element of the program that concealed its existence, but not the program itself. And apparently, the removal software could also do a great deal of damage to the Windows operating system. And of course, one article quoted something like this:
"And of course, Mac users around the globe continued to use their computers without issue, wondering as always why people bother using Windows anymore."
I'm beating a dead and processed horse, but like I've said, the more I read, the more Mac seems to make a great deal of sense. Though from my end, one hard drive crash later (which could just as well have happened on a Mac), this PC is still running pretty strong. My only complaint nowadays is that it has the aesthetic value of an oversized and uninspired piece of biege tupperware.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
There's another behind Zach Braff in his close up.
And then another one behind Natalie Portman immediately following.
And they're drinking from glasses. What's the deal.
A while later...
Garden State is a neat movie. It's such a neat movie that I wish people didn't make such a big deal about it as they do. So that maybe we could bury Garden State somewhere, and then thirty years from now, I can just somehow stumble into it and just enjoy the heck out of it and feel like I was enjoying something small, and wonderful, and just for me. Sort of like being the sort of person who knows and enjoys Harold and Maude.
Otherwise, read on.
SNL does Jobs
While I'm in the midst of referrals, here's some neat stuff to check out:
^This is a recording of an SNL Weekend Update Sketch, in which Steve Jobs releases the iPod Micro; the iPod Pequeno (spelling?); and the iPod Invisi.
The cleverness of the skit is underlined a bit further if you're at all familiar with apple's webcasts of Steve Jobs' "unveilings" of iPods and other such things. Here's a link to the webcast premiering the iPod Nano: http://www.apple.com/quicktime/qtv/specialevent05/. As you may see by comparison, SNL does a pretty bang up job.
High on my list of things to do during my weekend at home was to go to Best Buy and just play around. No intention to buy anything at all, but just try out the gadgets and gizmos (particularly, iPods and laptops) on display. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like Best Buy stocks Apple computers, preventing me from fulfilling my Wayne Campbell: Fender Stratocaster :: Rob Nguyen: iBook complex. However, that's not to say that I didn't run into a bunch of other stuff that was just really neat. From what I heard about the Apple iPod, people've stressed, it's music first, clearly video player second. But I've got to say, that's not to say that the video player is all that bad at all. I had thought it'd be a dinky thing that was a sort of neat gimmick, with a screen that go all LCD wash out and such at sharp angles. Au contraire, as they say in Italy, not the case. The Pixar short that was playing on it looked pretty clear (or at least, more than I had expected), even from a slightly oblique point of view, and the screen isn't so small that it feels too tiny to watch stuff on. That might change, were I to try to watch it during a long bus ride...but otherwise. Pretty neato.
I was watching the Making Of documentary on Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, and due to my Mac-craziness, I paid not a little attention to what sort of machines the production personnel were using.
SIDE NOTE: the making of takes a really neat approach. It looks at one section of film- the bulk of the lightsaber duel between Anakin and Obi-Wan, a section that clocks un about under 60 seconds (though I think they cut their selection of the fight down for purposes of the concept), and examines the jobs of each person involved in making that minute of film happen. Theoretically, it's that same array of people doing the entire movie, but the big point behind the approach is- for anything to happen on screen in a movie like Star Wars, there are hundreds and hundreds of people that work to make that happen, between the more obvious jobs, like the CGI animators or costume designers, to the less obvious ones, like the caterers, staff accountants and production office staff. It is really neat.
Anyway, another rule of thumb in the Macs vs. PCs debates that I'd heard growing up was that Macs are the best computers for professional video/photo/graphic design. Looking at the use of computers by the behind the scenes people, this seems to be the tendency. In terms of desktop machines, however, I was surprised to find that the split seemed pretty 50/50. There were a number of obvious Apple workstations, but there were just as many PC ones. Most with a dual monitor setup (and I had thought all this time that that was primarily a luxury enjoyed by gamers wanting to be able to see their desktop at the same time). In terms of laptops, though, the rule of thumb seemed to be the Powerbook, most often the 17". They'd have a production meeting to go over a sequence, and most of the staff would have their Powerbooks with them, on which to make notes, additions, or get some work done on the spot. As touted on the website, it would seem that the Powerbook really is the standard for portable workstation for video/sound professionals.
Which would make me wanting a Powerbook seem a bit unnecessary. I've had my eye on the 12" iBook for sometime as a backup, portable computer (there are all sorts of reasons why I most likely will not make this purchase...unless, for whatever reason, I have some sort of really bad day and need $949 worth of purchased compensation). And the iBook serves that sense....but then...the Powerbook. Me purchasing a 12" Powerbook instead opens up a whole different dimension of the luxuries of consumerism. iBook would be purchasing something that I could possibly need....Powerbook would be purchasing something that I would most likely never use for the purposes it is designed. It woudl be the luxury consumer good, made even more superficially satisfying by my knowing that I had bought a luxury item that I would perhaps never even use towards the ends for which it is designed. Like buying a gold plated toilet seat, and using it as a door stop.
This is an exaggeration. If ever I get a laptop, I'd probably overuse it 'till it died.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Basically, Baudrillard's this really head-trippy French intellectual, whose work plays in that whole vocabulary of signs/signifiers, what is reality?, etc etc etc. And it's difficult-- but also sometimes so zany and bizarre, that it can be a lot of fun. And I think, think I've got a good handle on him. And I hope that will come through on Monday.
AND I actually did work over the break! Some substantial work! It won't make a huge dent in the paper stuff that I'll still have to do with not much time to spare-- BUT, I'll have a less hectic Sunday afternoon/evening/Monday morning of reading/homework cramming than I usually do. And that, in itself, is something of a relief.
Friday, November 25, 2005
I would almost be tempted. To stay awake, another whole hour, if only to go to the Plymouth Meeting Mall, and go to Kaybee. To be able to observe-- holy crap, it is Five A.M.- Kaybee's is open at 5AM, just like that big sign on Germantown Pike said it'd be open. And it's open. And there are PEOPLE heeeere. This is incredible. I can barely roll out of bed to get paid for going to work at 9AM, here we are in the mall at 9AM, and people are going here to spend money on thiiings. Though thiiings are neat. I would stay awake and go. But I have not slept. And I'm bad enough a driver as it is.
I kind of think I want to embrace the Black Friday-ness that is this day...that is, go out and shop! Go, go shop, America! day. Which, I will. I think there's a point in which acknowledging the fix-ed-ness of about everything in society...consumerism/drive to purchase/commodity oriented lifestyle/empowering purchases/object oriented lifestyle, etc...saying that you acknowledge these things. Gives you free reign to totally take part in them in a voyeuristic sense..."Oh, I'm not actually being a tool of advertising and everything that's coded into me that makes me want to go buy stuff. I'm observing this behavior."
Well that's a lie- I'm just a willing consumer. There is a part of me that is absolutely fascinated with all the amazingly compelling, superficial parts of life-- fascinating in a- wow. Holy jeez wow. At some point, people created holidays for the resurrection of the Risen Lord, but perhaps just as important in our society, is an unofficial holiday, created by a coincidence of Friday's off after Thanksgiving and Christmas less than a month away, that is just as, if not, more, celebrated, for all sorts of other reasons that have nothing to do with messiahs or salvation, but a change in the color of the font on the bottom line of excel spreadsheets across the nation.
And just because I am aware of this. I am not above this. I want some really classy shit.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Detail on the office name plates:
John M. Bloor
Brian J. Smith
Brian and John are two members of the Alumni Service Corps at St. Joe's Prep, and I was rather delighted to get the chance to see their office. And, of course, the thing that greatly amuses me is, they graduated with me from the Prep...and now are teaching/administering campus ministry programs.
The history of the Alumni Service Corps is a somewhat interesting one. From what I understand, it was originally formed a little under 10 years ago as a program to reintroduce younger faculty as mentoring figures for the high school students. With fewer numbers of Jesuit Scholastics available, the Prep decided to take on groups of about 4 recent college graduates every year, to come back to the Prep, teach and do service. This is, all in all, a great thing, even greater, that four of my friends from the Prep are now teaching there-- two from homeroom 1G, two from homeroom 1F.
The occassion for visiting the Prep was the alumni program Wednesday Night Jug. For those not familiar with that particular term, "Jug" is the term for detention, within the Prep, and presumably many other Jesuit high schools. This particular event, cleverly named, takes place every Wednesday before Thanksgiving. There is beer, food, friends and much rejoicing. One moment that stands out in my memory was when someone described the Prep student's section during a half time show by the opposing team. From what the alum recalled, it involved all of the Prep kids pulling out newspapers, and turning away from the group on the field.
To quote Ernie (I believe it was):
One thing you get to experience at the Prep and perhaps at no other time in your entire life, is the absolute certainty that truly, you are better than everyone else.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
"Brian. I have three words for you. They are three important words, and I'm not quite sure how you'll feel about me afterwards. These words have destroyed many a man, or at the very least, caused him to go crying home. And I'm sending them to you right now. To the bar. Bye."
JP was referring to Ye Old Alehouse, basically, a pub, on Germantown Pike. It is across the street from a Wawa, about three blocks away from Brian's house, and as JP has adequately termed it, at this point, it is, quite simply, "the bar." When people talk about "the bar," that's what they mean. (Following up on that anecdote, Brian went on..."And all the time this was going on, I was thinking of all the words that JP could possibly be thinking of...it's....I love you?...or....You are fat?....or...You are gay.").
In terms of atmosphere, it is somewhat hard to describe...but perhaps not at all, if in your home town you have an equivalent local pub/tavern that is also something of a sports bar, and also at times a family restaurant. It is not by any stretch of the imagination a large establishment, and the decor likely has not changed much in the past twenty years. Some of the adults there (it's not much of a hang out for college/post-college age twent-somethings) have most likely been going there for the past twenty years anyway. Why change horses in mid stream. The only thing that is particularly "Olde" about it is the facade, which resembles something of white stucco, with distinctively "European," or at least, "very old" looking effects done through beams along the edges of the structure and underlining the windows. If I knew more about Scandanavia, I'd say it looked Scandanavian. If I knew more about the building itself, I'd feel more secure in conjecturing that it was not built by Scandanavians.
This is actually a curious thought-- is its a reproduction of a style of architecture, or does it actually go as far back in Plymouth Meeting history as its facade would attempt to suggest.
The bar itself is a nicely large affair, much different from the bar against the wall that's pretty much the same around the Fordham area. The bar is in the center, curving around in a diner-counter kind of fashion, such that about 6 folks can sit around one actual corner of the bar, and not have to lean over and shout down the way just to talk to someone, just talk across the space as if they were at a round table.
When you ask for "Lager," they know you mean Yuengling- it is on tap. It comes in pints. It is about $3. And it is good. Fries, as they would anywhere else, come in a basket, oily and crunchy all at the same time. I would not be so apt to notice this, except for that not a day or two before, I was in the cafeteria, eating french fries from a plastic basket with perhaps even the same paper lining, that could, in no possible way, compare with what I was eating at the bar.
Around another end of the bar, I noticed the father of one of the kids I went to grade school with. That same father also coached (and perhaps, still does) the Instructional Basketball League, for kids aged Kindergarten through Fourth or Fifth grade. I didn't say hi, just because I'm not qutie sure how much would have come from that but an awkward hello (I don't recall ever having talked much with him before).
By way of contrast, I can't think of another place where the same group of people would seem quite as at home. P.J. Whelihan's is a happening joint for young hipsters, especially of our age, but I can't see that comparing in any way. The Blue Bell Inn has an intruiging log cabin sort of feel inside, close, but no cigar. And McGregor's, the former favorite hang out, has since burned down. I don't know if there are any plans up and coming for it, but the bulldozer out front is likely not a good sign.
Torn crimson vinyl booths, a long stretch of bar, wood paneled walls, and wall sconces from the 1970s at least...pretty much sums up "the bar."
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Follow up on Saturday was an a cappella concert in the Martyr's Lounge, featuring the B-Sides, the Satin Dolls and a group from Drew University. All was well, and it quite simply rocked...again, another Belmont party to follow...and today...another run through The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Second time I've seen it, and probably like a lot of other movies I've tended to like, more enjoyable second time through. And perhaps with company-- I had gone on my own to a big ol' Times Square theater last spring to make sure I'd catch it while it was still in the theater.
And what am I doing, you ask? Well, I'm still awake because I decided at 11PM to do life maintenance, clean up my unnecessarily large, yet rather unkept room, and, you know, sort of get desk and things in order. And then I wanted something to eat, so there was nothing in the snack department, so I boiled some gnocchi that was in a packet in the freezer. And that stuff is heavy-- potato in pasta, which probably equals spawn of satan to those of the low carb variety (an approach to eating that, no offense, I find to be crap-- an excuse to eat lots of things that are, in large doses, bad for you [eg, bacon, meats, oily foods], so that you eat a lot less of things that are good for you [breads, rice, and rice]). I'm no expert, and I will say for myself that I am simply indescriminate of what sort of food I put into my person.
Supposedly you shouldn't sleep right after you eat. That stuff is still sitting heavy in the stomach.
For lack of taking a constitutional (I know, I know...I love this time of night in the Bronx, too)...I'll sit here and do homework that will make up for the extra hour I'll probably sleep through tomorrow.
Aren't you so glad this form of publishing information exists. So that both you. And I. Can share this moment. Together. Would you like a cheese sandwich?
Saturday, November 19, 2005
(1) The nature of a journal is private. So why are you typing something "private" and then putting it on the internet where absolutely everyone can read it?
(2) The presumption involved in assuming people want to read exactly what you did today, etc etc etc.
I think the first part is what I took issue with more than the second. Especially if issues discussed were excessively private, which is awkward though at times humorous to read. And especially if someone's going to take issue with people for reading or commenting on private things that the writer published on the internet already. Andrea McWethy's journal was the gold standard for this, and has since, I believe, become private.
And then, of course, I made a webpage but didn't want to call it a blog, so I was hypocritical in all but name only, which doesn't make too much sense...and then I got lazy with dealing with formatting, so I just did this instead.
So from having gone from mocking critic to casual appreciator to writer myself. Some things make this ok in my mind...the first issue, I will still stand by- a weblog is not just a journal, or a "livejournal" (whatever that's supposed to mean), but a public journal. And that must be taken into account. Unless you want everyone to know your private issues, just don't put them up for display. But of course, if you do, feel free. That's just not for me. For that same reason I never included particularly personal things on my website. So someone could learn about me, but things I wouldn't talk about in casual conversation with someone, I wouldn't publish on the internet.
Additionally, between Freshman year and the present, there've definitely been a handful of blog type sites that I've particularly enjoyed, and this addresses issue number two. Is it presumptious to assume that people actually want to read your stuff? Not at all! A few examples of consistently kept, interesting blogs spring to mind, e.g. those of Laura D'Amico, Mary Meler, and Kevin Howard (though Kevin's site for any number of reasons is in a different category of its own). And so maybe people might want to read what I write, and it's not particularly arrogant for me to think that that's the case.
It seems, too, that the "blog" is a new type of expressive medium with its own tricks and quirks. It has already gained some level of national acceptance as a new form of journalism, perhaps in a similar way that Wikipedia, for me, is becoming an acceptable research tool...facts and details can't be guaranteed to be correct absolutely...but it's a direction and a place to start. As someon who doesn't write essays, opinion articles or anything else of the like for people to read, maybe this is a useful medium to exercise that sort of thing. Or just aimlessly talk about my day, or myself. Whichever.
The only potential annoying thing I can see here is if, in casual conversation with persons, I tend to repeat the same things that they may have read from this site. That would be really annoying, and if this happens in conversation, please tell me.