Moments of Cyberphilosophy

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Silently I screamed from my 15" powerbook internet window into the ears of all who would listen.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

If someone screams aloud in ALLCAPS on the internet, but no one is listening (reading) does it make a sound (not a true sound, but a theoretical sound)?

Are you listening?

Proceed With Caution

The moment your ear becomes muffled, as if underwater, for longer than two days you are slightly forced-because of you own inner need for survival-to become peaceful or zen about your new reality. That is what it feels like, a new different reality-sounds become strangely nuanced in new ways. Not crisp, less control, more moments to ignore things. It is as if walking in a dream, a strange surreal dream- as if under an influence of something as your perceptions within this new estranged reality become your normal perspective.

I am on a week with muffled hearing, ear drops taken to get rid of an ear infection but still the sound stays missing.

Sunset Over Brooklyn/Random Notes from my iPhone#2

In my dream last nite, my friend Dr R was using her iPhone to write papers, but in my dream the contraption was a cross btwn an iPhone and a kindle. I was very impressed with her on the go ingenuity. I decided I should practice using my blog application on my iPhone once again.

I love watching the sunset, an activity I feel should be done once a week when possible. This photo was taken from my friends' rooftop. I presently work at night so i have less free time to put this into practice.

Testing out blogging on my iPhone

Also titled: rambles from my iphone #1:
Or: BEP(Bartender's Escape plan): The Underbelly

As I ponder my daily life, bartending seems like such a waste of my time these days. I am completely bored with it. In an attempt to cheer myself up I started a delightful book, called Geek Love, by Karherine Dunn. Mutant cicus family adventures in carney land. So far a delightful read!

Tonite I will continue to rot my brain later by serving more alcohol to people, smiling, nodding, and trying to get by with the moments of humanity that happen when people smile back or when I can possibly pass on a little bit of kindness to another human being.

Onward I move forward, slowly crafting my bartender's escape plan.

Casting Off or Catching Up

After capturing my heart as a pacific northwest youngster watching Twin Peaks with my family every week, I continue to always be fascinated by what David Lynch has to offer the world.

Recently, he has started his own foundation, foundation website, and published a book in his efforts to share the joys transcendental meditation has brought to his own life, with the rest of the world. http://www.davidlynchfoundation.org/

I recently purchased his book, Catching The Big Fish. The book is a relaxing read, you can sit and read it all in one long sitting or keep returning back to it, and read it in whatever order you want. It's a collection of his musings, reflections, and thoughts on creativity- his ebb and flow in his own creative consciousness and unconsciousness.

Learning

My computer just lost all sound, I had a moment of panic, I remained calm and began to trouble shoot. I checked my preferences. There was just no sound. Ok, breathe, don't panic yet. No volume display on my top screen menu. There is sound when I restart. Thats good. Other people have had this problem, well, at least I am not alone. I finally found a post when I entered "Sound not working Powerbook G4 2009" and found a post for a solution. I turned off my computer, took out the battery and reset, put back in, restarted and there was my sound again.

Phew.

Watchman- The Soundtrack

This movie was directed by Zach Snyder and was written by David Hayter and Alex Tsa.

From the ScreenRant Website, and then following the original posting on Hardcorenerdity.com David Hayter posted a letter to fans of the Watchman,

“If the film made you think. Or argue with your friends. If it inspired a debate about the nature of man, or vigilante justice, or the horror of Nixon abolishing term limits. If you laughed at Bowie hanging with Adrian at Studio 54, or the Silhouette kissing that nurse. Please go see the movie again next weekend. You have to understand, everyone is watching to see how the film will do in its second week. If you care about movies that have a brain, or balls, (and this film’s got both, literally), or true adaptations - And if you’re thinking of seeing it again anyway, please go back this weekend, Friday or Saturday night. Demonstrate the power of the fans, because it’ll help let the people who pay for these movies know what we’d like to see. Because if it drops off the radar after the first weekend, they will never allow a film like this to be made again.”

He continues on about the movie. So let me come out and say it, I didn't like the movie, I felt let down. Although after saying that, I would probably watch it again. I do think movies like this should be continued to be made, and I know that with all the hype and long history behind getting this movie made it is bound to let people down. The part for me that was such a strong red flag was the music. What I didn't like about it were the music choices and the long montage segments to very popular songs. These songs, I argue have to much other meaning associated with them to be strong in this movie. The whole opening was to Unforgettable by Nat King Cole- and I felt like it took over the opening segment in a way that I didn't like. At first the song was within the diegesis of the film, on the television channel the character-The Comedian- is watching, but then it swept out of the story and took over. This happened in many instances, I felt uncomfortable with the choices they made everytime the music segments happened. I really just don't understand how those music choices were made or why?

how much can one procrastinate?

Oh so very much.

I would like to take a moment to thank all the vehicles of procrastination in my life:

thanks ichat, youtube, facebook, twitter, blogger, vimeo, myspace, etc etc etc.... and don't even get me started on the fact that I live in NYC and there are amazing things to do constantly. AND the fact that I like television. AND movies. AND reading. ah reading.

Photos: to Print or not to Print

We are in the middle of a changing time, where are photographic values are changing. As we learn new ways to take and save photos digitally, less and less people are storing photos in touchable photo albums, shoeboxes, or bottom drawers of photos. I struggle with my own reason to take photos- to share some online, and to share some with others for viewing.

Talking with my father, who was born in 1930, he asked me where do all these photos go that I take? They are sometimes posted online, shared over email, and stored on a hard drive. But where are the tangible- hold in your hand, aging copies of the photographs? Torn edges, water spots, and so forth? I have recently decided to begin to figure out a way to send the photos to my dad and mom in print form, possibly book style rather than just print.

Calvinism, Sexism, and The Mars Hill Church

On one of my last visits to Seattle, I noticed a strange music venue style wherehouse building and my brother told me it was some church called the Mars Hill Church. I was freaked out, fascinated, and wanted to learn more about this bizarro style nouveau rock n roll holyland.

I already believe in hypocritical living environment, in this day and age in capitalistic North America it is difficult to not at some moment contradict oneself, or participate in a moment of oxymoronic behavior. BUT REALLY! Supposedly a place to celebrate the "different" culture. Where tattoos and long hair/alternative lifestyles are encouraged. On the other side of the coin they are encouraging men to be men (as in the patriarchal classic macho style man view) and definitely do not question the authority of the leader, Mark Driscoll, who formed the church. Read more about the Mars Hill Church located in my hometown of Seattle, WA in this New York Times Article: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/11/magazine/11punk-t.html?_r=1&pagewanted=2&emc=eta1

I just can't help it, questioning authority is in my blood. Mark Driscoll I think you are creepy.