Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Two related items today:
First: Jordi Mallach has gently helped me to the conclusion that I need a hackergotchi. I took a number of pictures with myself with a digital camera and have narrowed it down to a final four that I think are sufficiently embarassing to represent myself to the world. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
Second: It struck me that the guy in Candidate Two in my hackergotchi contest looked a whole lot like a major candidate in another major election going on at the moment.
In the great tradition of free knowledge and the culture of derivative works, Micah Anderson has already sent me this remix.
On the airplane today, I listened to a radio description of Stuck in the Suburbs, a Disney made-for-TV movie where the major conflict involves a bunch of teen fans stumbling across a misplaced Palm Pilot and uncovering a sinister cover-up in which their boy-band style idol is unoriginal and just a product by the music industry.
I can only assume that Disney — owner of at least two record companies — is aware of the fact that in the real world, boy-band style idols are unoriginal and just a product of the music industry.
By my analysis, this is an example of the music industry using fiction to convince its consumers that the fact that music is an industry is fiction.
I speak Amharic, the major language of Ethiopia. In Amharic, the word for morning is "ጧት" (pronounced twat with the first "t" hard). If you want to say something happens repeatedly, you just say the period of time it occurs in twice. For example: "day" is ቃን (qan) so "every day" would be "ቃን ቃን" (qan qan).
I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation in Amharic about any event occuring ever morning that did not make me smile.
Mundane actions like eating breakfast or brushing ones teeth become more enjoyable when you reflect on the fact that you are doing them "ጧት ጧት."
I know I’m not the first person to suggest that many classic video games employ extremely annoying and aggravating music to break players’ concentration and make the games more difficult. Other games use music that encourages you to play faster or better.
Crazy Balloon deserves special recognition. The CB designers chose a soundtrack that was sparse, but unusually effective. As far as I can tell, there is only one sound in CB It is triggered when you pop your balloon and it is the closest audio approximation of having a long pin pressed into one’s temple that I’ve ever had the discomfort of witnessing.
I find that having heard this sound several times, I actually play better to avoid hearing it again. Playing a game well makes the experience more enjoyable and repeat playing more likely. This fatal flaw in this logic lies in the fact that the best way not to hear the sound is to not play at all. I suspect this is what most people do.
Crazy Balloon is supported by MAME.
I think it’s cliche and unnecessary to mention the ridiculousness of the new film, Alien Versus Predator: a movie based on a video game which is turn based on two movies. I do so only to remind people of a less high profile instance of movie/video recursion released nearly a decade ago:
Street Fighter: The Movie: The Game
SFTMTG was, of course, based on the Jean-Claude film Street Fighter based, of course, on the Street Fighter video game series by Capcom. Luckily, the game designers of SFTMTG were careful to block any further recursion by designing SFTMTG to be so unbelievably bad that no-one, no-where, would ever consider basing a movie on it.
See for yourself. The ROM is supported by MAME.
I went ahead and registered both slash.cc and atdot.cc.
On the more palindromic side of things:
I’m happy to give these email addresses out so please feel free to suggest the domain to folks; if you think they would enjoy an email address, be sure to keep me in the loop — just CC firstname.lastname@example.org.
Eating out in London is expensive. It’s a lot like being very hungry and then getting mugged in a way that leave you no longer hungry.
At University, I was involved in a volunteer project to redecorate one of the student areas on campus. We wanted to use vibrant colors and wanted to paint one wall purple. The school put its foot down: No Purple.
We managed to find a color called Scandinavian Blue that was, unambiguously, purple. We presented them with purple colored sample chip with Scandinavian blue written on it and they happily.
I like the idea of a paint company that sells many colors under the names of many other colors. A red could be deep sunset violet. A yellow could be sunshine red, a green could be forest orange.
I do a lot of things that other people have a hard time understanding the motivation behind. For the record, I think there are three major reasons that motivate me to do things that are otherwise confusing or not apparent to people:
- I had never done the action in question before.
- I wanted to be able to be able to (honestly) say that I’d done the action in question.
- I thought it might get me into a local newspapers’ "I Saw You" classified ads sections.
I like my friend’s Louai’s name a lot. It dawned on me that perhaps this had something to do with the high concentration of vowels in his name. To test the theory, I set out to write poetry with lots of vowels.
Processing an English word list is relatively easy although picking the most appropriate processing strategy proved more challenging.
At first I set out to get words with a high concentration ratio of vowels to consonants. Unfortunately, this tends to privilege shorter words with less letters overall where it is easier to score a high ratio—words like “a” or “are.”. Out of curiosity, I also experimented with words with a high “number of consonants subtracted from number of values” number which gave me a other nice vowel-heavy words—how about a poem set in Ouagadougou?
I don’t claim the words I received were the best words possible but I thought the poetry was quite nice sounding with the high emphasis on vowels (for the sake of simplicity, I included ‘y’ as a vowel).
My first poem was a political poem:
courageously initiate equality: audacious idea
zealously enjoy your opiate
Because too much seriously is just unhealthy, I wrote a rather raunchy sex poem to balance things out:
eyeful: your beauteous aureole, buoyancy
cautiously auto in your avenue
aerosolize joyous mayonnaise
oily opaque ooze
epilogue: goates inadequate
You can download the perl scripts I used to get the words here:
Use the code as you wish but please send me patches or improvements.
Under pressure from a number of people and this crazy “planet” craze that seem so important to my Canonical Non-Nomical employeer and co-workers, I’ve decided to break down and create a web log.
I’ll keep this under wraps for some time to see if it’s something I can stick to. I’ll write about my interests. I suspect that this will center mostly around issues of Free Software, books, art, internationalization, and issues of intellectual property and copyright.
Here’s my idea for a drinking game:
Everyone takes a (highly alcoholic) drink of their choice or lines up shots and finds a TV with cable news. Pick a US News Channel (FOX News is particularly good). Now every time one of the talking heads mentions “terror,” “terrorist,” “terrorize” or “terrorism,” everyone takes a drink. Adding a qualifier like “potential” or “suspected” as in “suspected terrorist activity” is a 2x magnifier. Inventing new types of terrorism like “information terrorism” or “commercial terrorism” to terror-ize concepts that have previously never been thought of us “terrorism” is a 3x magnifier.
I’m confident it’s not a unique idea. Suggestions and modifications are welcome.
Perhaps it’s just the novelty of the situation but it’s becoming undeniable.
When my girlfriend asks me questions about Microsoft Word (even Openoffice.org to a lesser extent), I get slightly annoyed.
When my girlfriend asks me questions about GNU Emacs, I get slightly turned on.
I was hungry for Chinese and I told my girlfriend that I couldn’t think of anything better than going to get humbow with my her.
She couldn’t think of anything either, except maybe going to get humbow with someone else’s more charming, more attractive girlfriend. True enough.