It’s a joy to be able to post to the internet from my phone, though I rarely do it. I dreamed of the ability to do that for years and it brings a smile to my face that it’s so easy. I don’t have mobile data though. Shit is expensive, kid. I just hook up to wifi. I really want to get a phone with a nice video camera in it though. I hope that I’d actually use it. I use the still cam in my phone and I love it, so that’s evidence that I would.
I’m making new forums. They’re named Northport Sevs again, but I’m not doing a whole site, just the forums. It’s for people who live on my home town of northport, but also just anyone who enjoys free speech. Anonymous posting is allowed and encouraged. I like to foster communities where people can run wild and free.
For the software, I’m using Vanilla http://vanillaforums.org and it rules. It works so well from my phone. You can have a look, let me know if anything is broken, I’m still working out the kinks.
I’m working on a new website for myself. I’ve never really had a good one. I just have a hard time promoting myself. I’m narcissistic sometimes, but I’m also very lazy and short sighted. I focus on promoting myself in very narrow ways. It’s the wrong focus. I’m writing this in the process of trying to refocus.
Don’t be afraid to delete things.
Seriously, FOCUS!!
The Present
Bugging out. Trying to do toooo many things, but just half finishing them. I’m writing this to procrastinate and because my blog is one of the shittiest pieces of shit I’ve got going on. I need to be communicating instead of just brewing and thinking 24 hours a day. Whatever.
I’m psyched about what I’m doing at work. Designing some really cool web apps and learning a ton. I wish I could show it to you, but it’s all locked up inside Psyop. I’d like to get their intranet accessible to the outside world. I still wouldn’t be able to show you, because it’d be password protected, but it’d be nice to at least show it off in person to people. That’s one thing I’m really missing about it. I get to show it to other people in my company, but I’m not really like that. Sharing it with all kinds of people is what it’s all about. So many god damn I’s in this fucking thing. In my life in general.
I’ll talk about something else. But what. Apple? Thinking about that damn company all the time. My first gen iphone is kinda crummy in terms of speed. I love the style though. It’s bad ass. Blah blah blah.
The Past
I cringe at the way I fuck people over sometimes. Mostly women. I’m mean to women. I resent what they did to me. Does writing your thoughts down help to get a clearer head for new thoughts. Will I be less lazy? Or at least spend my time doing more and consuming less? I just fucking sleep all the time. I love that shit. It makes me happy, but then I don’t feel happy when I feel small and less powerful than I feel like I am capable of being. Do I really need to reread everything? Maybe. I guess I just am what I am. Strive for greatness, but what the fuck, give yourself a break. Or maybe that’s my problem. Talking like that. OK. Taking another hit. Done. Now Post. Wait. I’ll include an image.
May 13, 2011, 11:28pm
The heart rates of relatives and friends of the fire-walkers followed an almost identical pattern to the fire-walkers’ rates, spiking and dropping almost in synchrony. The heart rates of visiting spectators did not. (via NYTimes.com)
Isle of Tune is a music sequencer that where you create music by building SimCity-style maps.
First, you create a road, which acts as your loop. The car drives around on it and every time it is next to a building or a tree, it makes a sound. The cool part is, you can have multiple cars going, each triggering sounds and get serious with syncopation.
I loved Mario Paint when I was a kid. The best part for me was the music sequencer that was built into it. This feels so similar to that. It’s a limited system, where everything you make with it is going to have a similar mood, but it enables instant creation. It’s closer to being an instrument than something like ProTools, where the interface prohibits you from just flowing.