tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36267762009-04-06T00:46:40.258-04:00"A Memes to an End..."Professor Statikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08069392291386098624noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626776.post-44585748340479829892009-04-06T00:38:00.004-04:002009-04-06T00:46:27.399-04:00

Every so often, I'll happen upon one of those Internet "Top whatever" lists and find something I can really use in my day to day. In this case, it's well-articulated clarity.The usually smug and frat-tastic CRACKED MAGAZINE website recently posted "5 Common Ways Your Senses Lie to You Every Day" (an innocuous enough title...)Here's the full article: http://www.cracked.com/article_17142_5-

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If the Global Interwebnetworksystem has taught me anything, it's that there are some clever folks out there.   These are really, REALLY clever:   http://spacesick.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-read-movies-series.html

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I love it when I read a comment of a movie that I really enjoyed that starts with "worst movie ever" or "made no sense". Well...I don't actually "love" it, but I understand (eventually). It's ok if it didn't make sense to you. Don't feel slighted or compromised by the confusion. Just don't dismiss. If mankind dismissed everything we found perplexing or impenetrable, we'd still be studying

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Dear Prolific Internet Comment Poster- Never stop. The world needs you. It must. Please continue to post away every thoughtless comment, every incendiary tirade, every tactless outburst. The information conduits are open…they are there for a reason (no matter how unreasonable yours appear to be). After all…an echo-chamber without echoes is just a gaping chasm of nothingness. And who wants

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Here's PC MAGAZINE's favorite 100 blogs.  One of my faves (http://retrothing.com) is there:   http://www.pcworld.com/article/133119-4/100_blogs_we_love.html          

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I love watching the stories pass by. It's 1230am. The bars and the clubs are just getting out. All the first dates, the quiet lonely times, the frustration and the promise of something new. Every car and couple that phases in and out of my view. The smells of perfumes from around the globe. All the different clips of conversation in all those different languages. I know they're not all happy

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Early Sunday morning marked a very important step in my life towards my goal of near constant manic-depression. I had my first on-the-record accident. Nothing too serious but, in about 1/10th of a second I was down $2000. Backing out of a really small parking spot in Harvard Square at 2am, I hit a support beam painted in the same light-reflective color as the creature from Predator, no doubt. TAP

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Whenever I can't think of something to watch...whenever I question the significance of film making...I ultimately end up with a Wes Anderson film. I love it when I am able to forget that I've ever seen a movie before by watching a movie. Nostalgia aside, films are captured dreams, plain and simple. Who doesn't like dreams? Life, at it's worst, is a strange and confusing series of unanswered

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Transogram was a toy company that produced tons of great board games throughout the 50's and 60's.  Really well designed, weird, fun stuff  (I'm still looking for a copy of the new age-y Ka-Bala game of the supernatural). However, I'm pretty sure they let the janitors design this particular toy.   If you ever got the chance to time-travel to the 60's and wanted a sure-fire way to get your ass

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  Now, as many of you might guess, I'm no stranger 80's arcades.  Or 90's arcades.  Or 00's arcades.  I am currently typing this as I stand in an arcade (and I hope they open up soon...it's so cold...).  One thing I couldn't stand were the laserdisc arcade games that sprouted up in the mid-80's.  Wait...that's not true.  I loved them.  They were just so frigging nervewracking.  Non-sensical

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 *If you already know about INFOCOM (or you just can't stand long setups...and by 'long' I mean 2 frigging paragraphs for crying out loud), feel free to jump down to ANYHOW     I'm not sure how many of you were immersed in the 'Interactive fiction' pool, but back in early days, ZORK (not COKE) was IT.  I remember visiting the Museum of Science's "computer room" in 1983-ish.  by school appointment

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I don't go on vacation much these days. This reason alone was enough to get me to say "yes" to an 8-day trip to California, a.k.a. the other side of the continent I call home. Other factors include:-Friends moved there recently-My wife's brother is returning from Iraq for the last time-I've never been there-Hollywood and all that hooplahHere are some reasons why it might not be such a good idea:-

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Sing to me malden,Your blunted industry,Your closeted anti-culture,Whisper to me malden,Sweet nothings of promise,Your vague covenant of advancement,Your tenebrous guise of wherewithal,Together we gaze,At the hope we share,For a future ingrained,From a potential ignored.Clearly,Your apathy committed matricide.Seriously, though, I miss the screen...__________________________________M.M.http://

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A lot of my time lately has been devoted to drifting all willy-nilly down the nostalgia stream for hours on end. In these self-indulgent trips, I try to understand why everything seems better "back then". Why I can't seem to re-engage myself to the present and involve myself fully to the life at hand.Enough is frigging enough, pal. I know as well as I do that I most likely didn't appreciate

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Coogan's in boston...near the not famous Game on Internet cafe. I miss it as soon as I'm here. It's so close...__________________________________M.M.http://www.burningsnowman.com

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Sometimes I will drive by the house in malden. You know the one...As I turn down the street, I am assalted with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia one would expect from a character like myself...moments of confusion, moments of clarity, halloween, hurricanes, conflicts with mock enemies involving broken bottles, all that...Then I see the house...alterations aside, it is still the house...there

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The world can be quite frightening. This is true. However, were youaware that there are forces at work that struggle to make it even MOREfrightening?They're called '9/11 Conspiracy Theorists'. It's like anyone with a question, a camera, and access to the internetthinks they can be the next 'Encyclopedia Brown' of world events. That'sall fine and good, but to release a documentary or website

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In Marblehead this evening. It's August, but it could easily be a not-so-chilly October. Lisa is running a little late for our first meal at a quaint little dockside pub called Barnicles (name makes sense, right?), so I've ventured down to a small pebble beach nearby. It's almost completely high-tide, but there are a few dry rocks left for me to sit on. This allows for a serene panorama of

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Ahhh...sushi corner. Nestled in a tiny of melrose. One of the reasons we moved here...that, and the bookstore that closed a month after we moved in. Alas...I love the charm and comfort of a storefront. I miss having friends in town that owned stores. Like a little citadel of commerce to use as a temporary respite. That, and you just can't beat the guilt-tinted discounts...alas...Kevin smith

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It's funny how getting things done can bum me out. I've been pretty productive (in an essentially non-creative way) this past week, getting some mundane tasks out of the way.  I've found myself a bit in the doldrums.  Not sleeping well, unfocused in thought (those same 3 or 4 songs keep repeating in my head...), given to staring at the sky in the grips of faint existential day-dreaming... Last

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I've noticed lately that awareness seems to get encumbered by the weight of things. It seems like fragments of past experiences, dreams half-remembered, echoes of media broadcasts...they all seem to swirl and nest in my present-time consciousness. It's difficult to gauge or categorize the state this leaves me in...Mentally fatigued? Maybe. Only partially awake? Who knows...It all sounds like

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Thought I'd put a 'stream-of-consciousness'-type post for the big day (as it is called, and as I have myself come to call it). Now I'm typing it, so that's saying something, I guess.1:28pmSlept till 11-ish. Not the real sleep...that 'Christmas-eve' antipation sleep. Just awake enough to feel like I'm not sleeping, just asleep enough to feel time slip and think about things like song lyrics and

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I've always had a problem distinguishing Post-Modernism from Dadaism (I know...who doesn't, right?) For example, the following website has hundreds...HUNDREDS...of individual works lovingly crafted for a movie the authors had nothing to do with.  Collectively, they seem to form a 'Grand work', linking people with ideas...artists with their subjects...until the lines separating each entity become

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These fleeting web-fads sort of piss me off...but oh, if it were only this simple...Take the quiz at dicepool.comI regret nothing...yet...

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Is it that time in my life where one seeks out profound quotations to cherish?  Here at last?  Maybe.  Either way, I'll have to remember this one for the right moment...a moment I hope doesn't arrive any time soon:   "The best friend man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son, or daughter, that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are

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