Literary geek (as opposed to literal geek, that is)

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You're as literary minded as the Bard himself!

You are a complete literary geek, from knowing the classics (even the not-so-well-known classics and tidbits about them) to knowing devices used in writing, when someone has a question about literature, they can bring it to you and rest assured; you know the answers.

[How much of a literary geek are you?
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Admittedly, I’d be a bit more impressed by this particular quiz if there weren’t so many spelling errors in the quiz itself. Still, it was cute. :)

(via Alicia)

iTunes: “Marathon” by Aubrey from the album Twisted Secrets Vol. 3 (1997, 6:51).

Techno-lust

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The Wall Street Journal’s top seven items of techno-lust, with commentary by me:

7: Fancy new does-everything cellphone.

Ugh. God no — at least, not for me. It’s a personal thing, but one I’ve yet to see any need to change my stance on.

6: DVR (Digital Video Recorder — a hard-drive based VCR).

I don’t watch enough TV to bother. Sure, sure, I’ve heard the arguments that DVRs make watching TV worthwhile (easier than ever to weed out the chaff and only see the good stuff), but I just don’t have enough interest in the television world.

Amusingly enough, I actually am considering signing up for cable TV for a few months sometime soon so that I can keep up with the upcoming presidential debates, and as I work nights, I’ll need some form of time-shifting device in order to actually watch the debates. However, given that I have every intention of turning the cable service back off once the election is over and done with, a cheap VCR should do me just fine when the time comes.

5: iPod Mini.

Yup. If I had to replace my iPod, I’d replace it with a Mini (if one were available). Most of the time, I’m only using between 2Gb and 4Gb of my 10Gb (2nd Gen) iPod, so the 4Gb of the Mini would work out quite well for me, and be smaller and lighter. Can’t complain about that.

4: USB flash drives.

If I didn’t have my iPod, sure. As it is, though, I can just drop any files I need to schlupp around on the iPod and call it good.

3: A really big, really flat TV.

Oh, definitely. Not for TV, of course, but I’m a movie geek. Size does matter.

2: Apple’s new Airport Express.

Yup. Even in my little studio apartment, I can easily see myself using at least two of these little gadgets (one for the main room stereo as it’s too far from my ‘puter to get an optical digital audio cable between the two, and one for the bathroom for shower tunes), and possibly three (unwire the webserver).

1: A Gmail address.

Hm. Apparently I’m the only geek on the ‘net who doesn’t care about Gmail. I’ve got enough e-mail addresses as it is, the last thing I need is one more to have to keep track of. Count me out of this one.

(via Buzzworthy)

iTunes: “I Wanna Take You Higher” by Duran Duran from the album Thank You (1995, 5:05).

They’re legal!

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Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen turned eighteen on the 13th.

How did I miss that little milestone?

iTunes: “I Must Increase My Bust (MNO)” by Lords of Acid from the album I Must Increase My Bust (1992, 4:34).

Oh, wait, that song choice might be in bad taste. Let’s try this again.

iTunes: “Pussy (Hit it Hard Hit it Quick)” by Lords of Acid from the album Lords of Acid vs. Detroit (2001, 3:42).

Hmm. That one’s not much better, is it?

iTunes: “People Are Still Having Sex (Remix)” by La Tour from the album La Tour (1991, 6:11).

I just can’t seem to come up with a fitting song for this post…

iTunes: “(She’s) Sexy + 17” by Stray Cats from the album Living in Oblivion Vol. 1 (1983, 3:31).

Nope, that’s a bit late now.

iTunes: “No Sex Until Marriage (Pre-Matrimonial Climax)” by Ave Maria from the album Technorave 3: Technomania (1992, 6:03).

Hmm. Well, I guess that will have to do.

;)

A love letter to Star Trek

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Something to bring a smile to your face (especially if, like me, you’re a life-long Trekk[ie/er]) — A love letter to Star Trek.

One year and a couple months ago, on Star Date something-or-other, my sons and I started a family tradition by accident. We rented the first disk of what seemed like an endless set of Star Trek: The Next Generation DVDs.

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I don’t remember those early shows now. All I remember is watching three boys huddled under a navy blue crocheted afghan, mouths open, eyes krazy-glued to the small screen in our sunroom while reflected images of people with ridged skulls and pointed ears flickered on three glass corner windows. They were hooked.

[…]

One day, a bad bad day, when many soldiers lost lives in that distant senseless war, my middle son stood with barefeet on the cold tile floor of the kitchen, listening to NPR, and clenched his fists in frustration.

“Why don’t they stop fighting? We’re never going to join a Federation of Planets if this continues. Don’t they know that? Why don’t they want to help end starvation instead? I wish we lived in the future.”

[…]

Something about the mythology, the space, the ongoing conundrums of time, kept my sons going, kept them full of hope. They started reading books about the solar system. They followed the NASA mission to Mars and knew more about it than their teachers. They built star ships of blankets and chairs in the sunroom and spent lazy Saturday afternoons playing with styrofoam planets. All peaceful, all scientific and humane. Children from the future.

The last season of Star Trek came too fast. We watched the last episode last night. My boys have grown tall and already those Star Trek shirts are getting tight. They look forward to renting Deep Space Nine episodes. I look forward to it, too, but my heart knows this time is over, no anomalies can bring it back.

As a child who grew up on the origninal Star Trek, sitting on my dad’s lap and pointing excitedly somewhere over my shoulder as the Starship Enterprise swept across the screen, I can easily identify with the sense of wonder, excitement, and hope that these kids are just finding now.

Wil Wheaton also has some nice things to say about this post.

(via Jacqueline)

Why Garfield sucks

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Not having been a fan of Garfield since my age hit the double-digits, I can’t really say that I was terribly surprised by this look at Jim Davis’ marketing-centric approach to producing the Garfield comic strip.

The model for Garfield was Charles Schulz’s Peanuts, but not the funny Peanuts of that strip’s early years. Rather, Davis wanted to mimic the sunny, humorless monotony of Peanuts‘ twilight years.

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Garfield‘s origins were so mercantile that it’s fair to say he never sold out—he never had any integrity to put on the auction block to begin with. But today Davis spends even less time on the strip than he used to—between three days and a week each month. During that time, he collaborates with another cartoonist to generate ideas and rough sketches, then hands them over to Paws employees to be illustrated.

I’d heard rumors before that Davis didn’t even bother drawing the strip anymore, but this is the first time I’d actually seen a printed reference about that.

(via the Something Positive LiveJournal)

iTunes: “God’s Little Joke” by Soho from the album Goddess (1990, 2:22).

Winer goes off the deep end

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Rather amazing, the things you miss when you disappear for a few days.

Over the weekend, Dave Winer suddenly decided that due to a number of factors, he could no longer support the weblogs that he, along with Userland Software, had been hosting for free under the weblogs.com domain. Rather than do something reasonable, like contact the people about to be affected by the change to warn them or give them time to archive their posts in preparation for a move to a new hosting solution, he simply pulled the plug, replacing the affected sites with a tersely-worded notice:

This site is for people with sites that used to be hosted at weblogs.com.

  1. I can’t afford to host these sites. I don’t want to start a site hosting business. These are firm, non-negotiable statements.
  2. There are several commercial Manila hosting companies, including weblogger.com. Thomas Creedon maintains a transcribed Dave’s audio post, which (to me) really doesn’t do that much to clear things up.

    What blows my mind about this is not that Winer/Userland decided to stop providing free hosting services — that’s certainly within his/their right, and to a certain extent, you should expect to get what you pay for. However, his methodology here was flat-out ridiculous, as is his proposed “solution”. I have no idea just how many weblogs.com sites were affected by this, but I’m sure that nobody was pleased to see their weblog just suddenly up and disappear, with no method of retrieval beyond kissing Winer’s ass (he started off the comment thread for the announcement with “Personal comments, ad hominems, will be deleted. And no negotiating or whining.”) and hoping that he gets their site exported sometime in the near future (just what sort of timeframe might people be looking at here, anyway? “Sometime after July 1” leaves a lot of wiggle room) so that all their past writings don’t just disappear.

    It’s difficult for me to even conceive of doing something like this. While I don’t host anywhere near the number of sites that weblogs.com did (whatever that number might be), I do host a few friends sites for free, and I can’t imagine simply pulling the plug on their sites. Not only is it an amazingly callous thing to do, but the guilt alone would have me up at night — and that’s just for three other people!

    But then, I’m not Dave. Good thing, too, I’d say — I’d hate to have engendered such fear in people that they’re afraid to say anything bad about me…

    Some bloggers contacted for comments for this story said they didn’t want to make disparaging comments about Winer’s actions, for fear he wouldn’t provide them copies of their blogs.

    “People have been really afraid to discuss this,” said a New York blogger who asked that his name be withheld. “There’s a lot of concern that any nasty comments will result in Dave not getting around to making a copy of your blog. I think a lot of the politeness and ‘We love you, Dave!’ sentiments that you’re seeing in some Web posts is just pure paranoia.”

    The biggest lessons to learn from this? I see three.

    1. Back up regularly. Make sure that the online copies aren’t the only copies of your work. Never hurts to be safe.
    2. If at all possible, host on your own server. Don’t trust your work to a third party — no matter how trustworthy they may seem, there’s always the chance that something might go badly in the future.
      • Of course, I say this while I post my entire website to TypePad — a third party — and as I act as a third party for the friends that I host on my server. Hypocrisy is the greatest luxury, after all. ;)
    3. And lastly…Dave’s being an ass.

    iTunes: “Mr. Johnson Takes A Bow” by 12 Rounds from the album My Big Hero (1998, 4:03).

Racism is alive and well

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Owners of a New Jersey swim club are paying one million dollars to settle a lawsuit against them for denying access to “black” and “brown skinned” people.

The ACLU of New Jersey also represented Philip and Annmarie Giordano of Bloomfield, who scheduled their daughter’s June 2002 birthday party at Le Terrace Swim Club, where Annmarie Giordano and her daughter were members. Patrick Nardone demanded a list of guests and asked whether the guest list included any “brown-skinned” or “black” children. When told that her child did have Asian and African-American friends who were guests, Nardone informed her that those children were not welcome at the club. He thereafter rescinded the Giordanos’ membership.

It amazes and saddens me that things like this still go on.

(via Mike)

iTunes: “Will I Get Out of Jail?” by Lo-Fidelity Allstars from the album How to Operate With A Blown Mind (1998, 6:18).

Not terribly subtle

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From Ron Reagan Jr.’s remarks at the funeral of his father:

Dad was also a deeply, unabashedly religious man. But he never made the fatal mistake of so many politicians wearing his faith on his sleeve to gain political advantage. True, after he was shot and nearly killed early in his presidency, he came to believe that God had spared him in order that he might do good. But he accepted that as a responsibility, not a mandate. And there is a profound difference.

Gee…I wonder who he could be talking about…

(via Len)

iTunes: “War at 33 1/3” by Public Enemy from the album Fear of a Black Planet (1990, 2:07).

Skim! Skim like mad!

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Ouch.

One major benefit of using a newsreader — you can keep track of many more websites far more easily than when you have to individually visit each site.

Of course, the downside kicks in when you ignore your newsreader for four days, as I’ve just done.

Nine hundred and thirteen posts to work through before I’m caught up (and, since there’s no way I’ll make it through all that by the time I crash out tonight, there will just be more added to the pile tomorrow morning).

Whee!

Look for the linklog to get a lot of use over the next few days.

iTunes: “Resistance Song” by Sobule, Jill from the album Sobule, Jill (1994, 2:59).

Stories too good to be true

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I just watched an absolutely fascinating film — Shattered Glass. It’s the story of Stephen Glass, the New Republic reporter who in 1998 was outed as having fabricated everything from minor details to entire stories during his tenure at the New Republic.

I’d heard a bit about the Glass story, especially with the recent flap about New York Times reporter Jayson Blair, but I’d never actually read enough about Glass to have picked up the entire story. Watching Glass go from handily manipulating everyone around him to a rapid implosion as his stories start to unravel under the investigation of Forbes.com reporter Adam Penenberg is simply amazing.

iTunes: “Defiant” by Lawrence, Christopher from the album Twilight (1999, 7:13).