It is hard to have a blog about knives, or stabbing.
Music Learning Club just gets awesomer and awesomer. If only we had some kind of social network thing... to ruin it all with fake friendship requests and endless self-promotion.
So, I'm expanding the purview of Knife Stabbed N U. Clearly, a preference of penetration and scar-leaving accidents. But, also chaos. Like virtual knives.
I launched my first site of 2010 late last night: Knife Stabbed N U
I am forcing myself to use Tumblr even though I don't like it and think it feels like LiveJournal. Only worse.
Lentil stew with sausage, or bison shepherd's pie? Two grocery store trips in one day.
Weekend edition MLC, with Letty & Chad in attendance. Love Potion No. 9!
Allison is back in town tonight. I am watching Ben & Katie's dogs, and also stealing all their beers and illicit drugs.
Music Learning Club is every Thursday night!
Apple Keynote vs. State of the Union Address!
I'm calling the mash up right now.
Earthquake machine is rocking. Sorry, Sichuan, China. Thanks, Eric for the tip!
Yesterday Google announced a Google Reader feature which I am assuming allows you to track websites which don't provide RSS feeds. Like this one.
Here are some things I don't believe this webpage (let's be honest) will have:
Happy birthday, Ben!
Happy birthday, Chad!
Benternet!
Happy birthday, Mom!
I think tomorrow will mark the first porch day. Beers, a cooler, the porch. Electric and acoustic! Playing to the people on the street, the people at the garden store. People waiting for the bus.
I just want to make Austin better. And this is what I would want to see, while I was waiting for a bus in south Austin. I'll post a photo.
Practicing
Working
So Music Learning Club is going to play a Velvet Underground hoot-night. We'll be playing What Goes On?, Walk and Talk, I'll Be Your Mirror, and Waiting for My Man.
It's at Trophy's this Friday, so don't get stabbed.
My tracking experiment has fallen by the way side. I missed some of what I did over the weekend, included what I consumed. Now I'm not sure if I should keep it going, or stop all together.
I seem to always quit anything new after a couple of weeks.
I hear they changed the Tumblr dashboard. I wonder what that must be like.
No Internet
No Internet
No Internet
Pause
Embrace your uncertainty.
Give money to poor people.
Tonight I hope to add a feature to my blog. Or maybe I'll add a whole new blog.
Sorry that this has been such a feature poor experience, dear reader. I am taking this slowly, incremental, and adding things as I want them. Like updates. And links.
What CAN'T be computerized, and can that be avoided?
What did I forget to list?
Alright! We made it a week! Almost. Like, Wednesday we will.
We've already made it past a decade, and some things last a lustrum, but we'll see how long I can keep typing to myself in second person.
I need to make a list of my friends with links. I'm sure, as one of my friends, you know the other friends in the sidebar. If you don't, be sure to visit their presences, just as soon as those presences are made known.
Last night we had a dinner party. Dr. Bleep brought his delicious FAILballs, and every kind of root vegetable. Allison made borsch and coleslaw. Vinh brought traditional Russian egg rolls.
By the end of the night, the kitchen was cleaner than when we started, and we finished the bottle of Русский Стандарт Водка Allison had brought back from Russia 6 years ago. And our 20X recipe book now has three recipes in it: arroz con pollo, borsch, and coleslaw.
The latter is from Allison's mind, but the first two are from my favorite recipe site of the decade, Simply Recipes, by Elis Bauer. I remember when the site first showed up on Del.icio.us. How far we have come.
I won the first game of Settlers of Catan I ever played, today.
Life long lucky streak continues. Alright!
Drink more water. Every other drink, drink some water.
I'm keeping track of the drinks I drink each time I drink one, and I drink less water than beer or coffee.
Robots are perfectly good at information. Don't confuse content with information.
Would you rather ask a person for the weather, or have a computer tell you? What about traffic density? Driving directions?
What about other directions? What about baking? How to make red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. Or dancing? How to shuffle off to Buffalo. Or playing doctor? How to perform an emergency tracheotomy.
My point is that I don't have to have a point, I'm not a robot, and no one cares about me, or about the topics I cover. When someone wants simple directions, whether it is a recipe, or where a hotel is, or how to file an extension on your taxes, that is information, not content. Information wants to be free.
Content is made by people like me, stuck in a box like this. Information is made by everything and used by people who don't already have it.
Speaking of which, Internet I'm just going to have to trust you when you say I probably won't end up blind from my amateur laser experiments.
I wonder if the computer I am using will be the last computer I buy. The last computer sold to me could be a better way to represent my thought.
I don't feel personal computers, with their limitless access, are going to continue to exist too far into the future. No, the future of the computing device looks a lot more like an iPhone. Controlled. Fits in a box. No file system access.
Why? Because it makes struggling content owners happy.
Later this year we're all going to try to figure out which of the bloggers from 8 years ago started blogging again first. Adam might think it is himself, but he doesn't count because he never really stopped.
He brings to us, though, a most excellent point about the computer as we know it — its most powerful function is to facilitate tool creation.
I'm adding each post to this page manually using TextWrangler. There isn't really a "Save as Draft." I could save an "index.htmlxxx" and change it out later, but instead I won't write something today for tomorrow. That is what came here to do. I wrote this instead.
We are posting this from inside a computer.
I have not yet decided on a content management system. There are 80,000,000 search results for the words "content management system".
Content was what first. It was first, "what are the contents?" It was first what was in the box. Then it became the relationship between what was in the box, and the box. It became a self satisfied feeling. I am content. It is that which is bound to what is had, desire fixed within limits. Through emotion, it went from being the bounded object to the box, now back to the object, but unbounded. A piece of content.Content management can then through its own desires limit access to content awareness. Without content awareness, how do we know what content meant?