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The stuff about me and my life. The “diary” side of blogging.

I used to be a DJ / Gig’s Music Theater

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Some of my long-time readers (and family and friends) will already know that prior to moving down to Seattle, I spent around eight years of my time in Anchorage DJ’ing for a number of dance clubs. From City Lights, to The Lost Abbey, to Gig’s Music Theater, to The Eclipse, and finally to Studio 99, I spun practically every possible genre — alternative, industrial, punk, goth, 80’s retro, new wave, disco, swing, techno, house, trance, and even (though I grumbled a lot) the occasional top-40 and R&B — and had an absolute blast doing it.

I finally got tired of letting my old domain sit inactive after moving my weblog to TypePad, and have resurrected djwudi.com as a monument (however small) to my years as a club DJ. In addition to some oddly third-person ramblings about my career, there are no less than (though no more than) eleven different mix sessons posted and available for either download or streaming audio listening. Ten of them are even worth listening to — the eleventh (Difficult Listening Hour 03) has some truly horrendous trainwrecking going on, and I only leave it posted out of my anal-retentive need for a complete set.

Anyway, feel free to stop by, download or stream the mixes that are there, and (hopefully) enjoy! Who knows — I may not have a club gig anymore, but since I’ve still got my equipment and a ton of music, there’s always a slim chance that there may be more in the future…

As an added bonus, I’ve resurrected the last archived version of the Gig’s Music Theater website that I maintained for the club. This archive dates from March 30, 1998, and serves both as a nostalgic remembrance of one of the best all-ages clubs in Anchorage’s history, and as a monument to my web design and coding skills at the time. ;) Hopefully some of Gig’s old patrons might get a kick out of this (especially the pictures in the ‘Scene’ section)! I also have an archive of old flyers for Gig’s that I made, though I’ve mentioned those before.

We all have our priorities

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Phil Ulrich: I miss IRC.
Phil Ulrich: In some respects.

Michael Hanscom: :nods
Michael Hanscom: been ages since I found a good irc chat, though
Michael Hanscom: i’ve occasionally toyed with the idea of checking into [#joiito] (or whatever it is), but I’m not sure if I’m “a-list” enough…lol

Phil Ulrich: You are after the MS Incident, me bucko.

Michael Hanscom: :laughs
Michael Hanscom: notoriety counts?

Phil Ulrich: Sure.
Phil Ulrich: ;)
Phil Ulrich: I like to think it does.
Phil Ulrich: Or else you could just show up and be A-list by association.
Phil Ulrich: Kind of like the losers at the party who hang around and get drinks for the cool people.
Phil Ulrich: Not to imply you’re a loser, again, of course. Phil Ulrich: ;)

Michael Hanscom: LOL nice…

Phil Ulrich: We should start a B-list IRC chatroom.
Phil Ulrich: Lifestyles of the Inconsequential and Infamous.

Michael Hanscom: lol sounds good to me
Michael Hanscom: there’s got to be more of us out there
Michael Hanscom: in the meantime, though…dinnertime for me

Phil Ulrich: Pick a network, any network.

Michael Hanscom: bbl (at some point)

Phil Ulrich: Mmmm, dinner.
Phil Ulrich: You choose dinner over IRC? HEATHEN.

Michael Hanscom: dinner…and Buffy

Phil Ulrich: Okay, that’s a winner.

Cheaper By the Dozen

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I absolutely, uncategorically, and unquestionably refuse to go see the Cheaper By the Dozen movie currently playing in the theaters.

The original book by Frank Gilbreth and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey was one of my favorite books growing up. It’s the true story of the Gilbreths, a turn of the century family unlike any other. Father was an efficiency expert, hired by companies to examine their work processes and find ways to speed up production — and he ran his life and his household by the same standards as his business. His wife shared in his duties, giving lectures on efficiency techniques (no small feat for a woman in 1917), and continued her husband’s work and business after he died. Then, there were their children — all twelve of them.

At first, when I saw that there was going to be a new movie made from the book, I was interested. Then, I found out that it starred Steve Martin, and I began to worry. Then I saw the previews, and my fears were confirmed — in the name of “modernization”, the story I loved as a kid has been gutted to the point where apparently the only connection to the original source material is the number of children. Such a shame.

I was ranting about this to Prairie after seeing the preview a while back, and while she could sympathize with my frustration, she couldn’t empathize, never having read the book. So, one of her Christmas presents from me this year was her own copy of Cheaper By the Dozen. She’s been reading it off and on all evening as I’ve been dinking around on the computer, and I’m constantly hearing her start to giggle (or out and out laugh) at one passage or another. I love it when something I loved so much when I was younger gives someone else the giggles as they read it for the first time.

Exploring the new Seattle Library

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Seattle’s library system has been in something of a state of flux ever since I moved down here. Just about the time I came down, the central public library moved into a temporary space just a couple blocks down 8th street from my apartment, across from the Seattle Convention Center. The old building was torn down, and construction began on the new library building.

As I’ve watched the new library building go up over the months, I’ve always been more or less confused by what I was seeing. Lots of diagonals, parts of the building jutting over other parts — it looked interesting, but it just didn’t make a whole lot of sense.

Seattle's new library

Today, though, thanks to a pointer from mahalie, I finally have some idea at what I’ve been looking at all these months — and not only does it make sense, but I really like what it looks like the end result will be.

It turns out that the Seattle Public Library‘s Libraries for All site has an extensive collection of information on the construction of the new central library, including press releases and meeting minutes dating back to 1998 and continuing throughout the construction process, photographs of the library’s construction, and something I’d been wondering about for ages — a floor by floor breakdown of the new building.

Suddenly, it all makes sense, and where before all I’d seen was a confusing jumble of girders and construction equipment, now I can see where all this is likely to end up. According to the status report the grand opening is tentatively set for May 23, 2004 — and you can bet I’ll be there to finally see the end result.

Trouble in Georgetown

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I had some errands to run this morning on my way in to work — hitting the bank, picking up a new bus pass and the like — so I ended up taking a different bus into Georgetown than usual.

As I got off the bus and started walking down the street, I heard a little commotion in one of the alleyways to my left. Looking over, I saw a young lady frantically running down the alleyway, coat open, trying to keep her footing in the fresh snow. Since Georgetown is a more industrial area, and there are occasional reports of problems in the area, this was more than enough to get my attention.

Suddenly, her pursuer rounded the corner of the building. He stepped into the alley, saw the lady, took aim…

…and a snowball went flying through the air, arcing up and then back down to explode across the windshield of a car that the lady had just ducked behind.

Laughing, she popped back up, scooped some snow off the hood of the car and hastily packed it together, sending it back towards her friend, then ducked around the front of the building, as he started running across the street to find another fresh patch of snow.

For a city that doesn’t get snow very often, a good old-fashioned snowball fight isn’t a bad way to start the day at all.

Happy New Years Eve Day, everyone. Have fun tonight with whatever festivities you may find — fireworks, friends, dancing, champagne, snowballs, or whatever you might have in store.

And save a New Year’s kiss for me (well…except for the guys, in which a hearty handshake will do just fine)!

Truth in advertising

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'We're not sure why we bother with the words.'

I found this wonderful ad for the Filipino edition of FHM (For Him Magazine) in a roundup of ten ads America won’t see, via this /. thread.

While there are some interesting ads mentioned (from a Gucci ad deemed ‘too racy’ for the US with our bizarre cultural mores regarding sexuality and the human body to the absolutely astounding Honda Accord ‘Cog’ ad), the self-deprecating humor and honesty in FHM’s ad made it by far my favorite of the bunch.

One of the great benefits of living a TV-free lifestyle (and one of the reasons I went to a TV-free lifestyle) is that I don’t need to sit through the neverending stream of stupid, pandering, insipid ads that eat up a quarter of every show on television. However, every so often, some ads are rather entertaining to see, and it’s nice to be able to take a peek at them from time to time.

While I hate, hate, hate the appearance of what’s so euphemistically called “pre-show entertainment” in the movie theaters lately (the ten minutes of advertising that runs after the advertising slides, but before the fifteen minutes of trailers before you finally get to see the movie you paid for), I saw a great ad for HP photo printers that used a ‘flipbook’ form of animation. The spot opened with a 20-something guy standing in front of a staircase, and you watch him jump up and down a couple times. The scene then cuts to a pair of hands holding a flipbook titled “I defy gravity” made of photos taken of the guy at the peak of multiple jumps, creating an illusion of him flying over the ground, up and down staircases, and over parked cars. Once the flipbook finishes, you get a couple more shots of him jumping up and down, and then it’s over. Quick, simple, amusing, and sticks with you — nicely done.

But I still wish I didn’t have to sit through it before watching a movie.

Don't feed the trolls

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The ‘net has given rise to many varied technical, pseudo-technical, and not-technical-at-all-and-often-very-silly terms over the years that it’s been around. Aside from ‘spam’, quite possibly one of the more frequently used terms is ‘troll’.

These days, troll is more often used to describe someone who is just more or less randomly spewing offensive garbage in chatrooms or messageboards in a blatant attempt to tick people off. This type of post is described in the Jargon File’s entry for ‘troll’ as sense two:

  1. n. An individual who chronically trolls in sense 1; regularly posts specious arguments, flames or personal attacks to a newsgroup, discussion list, or in email for no other purpose than to annoy someone or disrupt a discussion. Trolls are recognizable by the fact that they have no real interest in learning about the topic at hand – they simply want to utter flame bait. Like the ugly creatures they are named after, they exhibit no redeeming characteristics, and as such, they are recognized as a lower form of life on the net, as in, “Oh, ignore him, he’s just a troll.”

However, prior to this usage, troll was primarily a verb:

  1. v.,n. [From the Usenet group alt.folklore.urban] To utter a posting on Usenet designed to attract predictable responses or flames; or, the post itself. Derives from the phrase “trolling for newbies” which in turn comes from mainstream “trolling”, a style of fishing in which one trails bait through a likely spot hoping for a bite. The well-constructed troll is a post that induces lots of newbies and flamers to make themselves look even more clueless than they already do, while subtly conveying to the more savvy and experienced that it is in fact a deliberate troll. If you don’t fall for the joke, you get to be in on it.

I’ve always preferred this usage of the term, though this style of troll has become far less common as of late. My best guess for this is that quite simply, it’s far easier just to blatantly spout off some offensive drivel without taking the time and effort to craft it in a creative enough way that more experienced readers will merely read it, recognize it for what it is, and move on, leaving the more clueless to vent their anger in the ensuing thread.

Today, I stumbled across a somewhat rare item, in a posting that actually lies somewhere between the two definitions. It leans a little more heavily towards the second definition, but the author did take the time to craft a misleading first paragraph before moving on to the actual content. I’d dock them points for a few reasons (it’s a bit too blatantly attempting to aggravate; doesn’t have the subtle wink-between-the-lines that a true definition one troll should; and its posting in a general-purpose forum — the Seattle LiveJournal community — means that there’s no specific topic for the author to work within, giving them more reign to just pick a topic intended to offend), but I do have to give them a few points for at least making some attempt to be a little creative.

As the original LiveJournal post will very likely be deleted before too much longer, here’s what triggered all this.

My lovely wife and I have a new baby girl! We just brought her home today. She was born on Christmas eve at exactly 9:24PM. She is 6 pounds and 2 ounces, and she is so perfectly beautiful!! I was hoping she would have been born on Christmas day, so she would have the same birthday as the baby Jesus, but no matter, I’m just so happy!!

Anyway.. my question is.. Does anyone know where in Seattle I can take her to be circumcized? They wouldn’t do it at the hospital… the doctors just gave me a funny look. So if anyone knows of a place in or around Seattle that specializes in female circumcision, I would appreciate the info. It doesn’t have to be a certified doctor or anything.. as long as he knows what he’s doing.

Thank you all! Merry Merry Christmas!! :)

Seen any other worthy definition one trolls around lately?

Books, sir…books.

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What did we do for endless and disheartening time-sinks before computers? I never lost twenty hours trying to make a fridge work properly, or to make a chair I’d accidentally upgraded turn itself back into something you could sit on.

&mdash Neil Gaiman

Still digging

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(This post is mostly me whining. Feel free to ignore it.)

I’m so frigging tired of time and time again finally getting to a point where I feel like my finances are coming together and getting under control, only to have some catastrophe send everything spiralling downhill again. I end up in this same frustrating cycle over and over and over again, and it’s getting really old.

A few months ago, things were looking up. I had a good job, doing work I enjoyed, getting more experience under my belt, and getting a halfway decent paycheck (just a touch above $12/hr). I wasn’t out of debt — far from it — but I at least felt like I had a handle on things, and could foresee being able to pay everything off eventually.

Then I goofed up, and everything fell apart again. Suddenly unemployed, I had a month without any income, and if it hadn’t been for the kindness of friends and many strangers, I wouldn’t have been able to make rent that month. Even with rent being covered, all the other little day-to-day expenses (food, laundry, transportation, etc.) still ate away and what little savings I had, until things were looking pretty dire.

Thankfully that only went on for a month, but it dug a pretty decent hole, and now I’m facing troubles getting out of it. While I’m employed again, I’m earning about $2/hr less than I was before, and I now have more expenses (as my current employer doesn’t supply me with a bus pass as my last one did), plus I’m having to adjust from a weekly pay period to a bi-weekly pay period, which makes a huge difference in being able to plan and budget bills.

With the way pay periods since I’ve started have worked out, I had to float my rent check for December. The property management company apparently took their own sweet time putting the check through, which normally would be a good thing under the circumstances, but it ended up hitting my account at the same time some other bills did — sometime within the last two weeks.

I just deposited a $700 paycheck, and got my balance back as $175, indicating that I was around $500 overdrawn until my check went in — and another $650 in rent is due in about a week, with my next paycheck not appearing for another two weeks. ARGH!

Gah. It’s just frustrating. I’ll make it through, though it’ll probably be with a few bounced check fees here and there, and hopefully should at least be caught up to paycheck-to-paycheck living (rather than last-paycheck-to-last-paycheck living) within the next couple of months. I just hate being in the situation I’m in now.

Anyway. Just had to bitch and moan for a few minutes. Sorry ’bout that.

Nothing to see here…move along…