christmas list

i'm usually never excited for christmas presents, but i thought i might kick it old school and try to work up some holiday excitement. none of the gifts are terrible (consumption wise), mostly books! yay!

- Alan Moore's V for Vendetta

- Alan Moore's Swamp Thing Hardcover Collection

- All four Rhys Cooper Ninja Turtles Posters from the 160 printed for the Alamo screening of the first Ninja Turtles film. yea i like the turtles, feck off. plus, these are sweet: http://thesplitfountain.blogspot.com/2010/03/teenage-ninja-turtles-by-rhys-cooper.html

- Mirage Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Series 1: #22. cuz i have the urgent desire to get a poster made of the cover art. it's phenominal, i mean come on, look at this: http://www.thetechnodrome.com/comics/mirage_vol_1/mirage_vol_1_22.jpg

- Free Darko's The Undisputed Guide to Pro Basketball History

- Bill Simmons' The Book of Basketball (Paperback)

- Rachel Carson's Silent Spring

welp, i guess that's really all for now. mayhap i'll update this later.

the ambiguity of language

one of the readings for my rhetoric course this week was a piece by john locke discussing the difficulties of communication. he rails against the arbitrary nature of words, the way we can use the same word to refer to different concepts etc etc. in short, he complains about the complexity of language.

what a stodgy, stale, old fart. my favourite thing about language is its ambiguities. the myriad of meanings for a single word are simply fun to play with. certainly, there is a need for plain speech and accurate terminology if you are trying to communicate a logical concept to someone; however, i've found that playing with words often communicates something in a different way. perhaps it's pleasure, or amusement, or fascination, but a phrase like "screaming trees" or "cascading cacophony" or "teeth ground to dust" or any other given example is simply more interesting to me.

friscolate. abrogate. circumnavigate. relegate. innervate. collate. dictate. sedate. ornate.

i love you all the same

i give myself heat sometimes for not having that many close friends, or at least for not staying in touch with those friends as well as i should. really, i think it's a reflection of how i interact with people in general. i am generally as caring with someone i've known for five minutes as i am with my oldest friend. that's not to demean that old friend, but if i know and like you, you are entitled to all the care and help i would give any of my friends. unless you become a nuisance or are generally annoying. then i probably don't give a shit.

amorphous notes to self

gots ta change my study patterns. second half of the semester will feature: read before lecture, write down things in class that are NOT contained in the lecture slides, review lecture slides at home and craft summaries on paper, use summaries for study purposes and only reference slides as necessary from there on in. in fact, just keep the few key slides that are necessary for referencing and throw them all into one huge powerpoint file. that way there is less file access going on, and its just way more sample dammit.

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self confidence is not at an all time high right now. this is unacceptable. must strategize how to regain swag. step one: get rid of hideous mustache and beard (already accomplished). step two: ... fuck, i got nothin for now.

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hey there, yea.. you beside me in the computer lab. come around here often? oh, right.. i see you every day almost. well, i'm embarrassed now. sorry about this. goodbye.

what to do

firstly, i'd like to go take some pictures. forced perspective seems to be all the rage, let's brainstorm some ideas: me holding up a t-shirt and a clothespin to a powerline; a windmill blowing away the petals from a dandelion. this one is extravagant so it requires it's own sentence; i'll take an acorn and carve a tiny door or something into it and then put that in the foreground while i am tiny and approaching said door with flowers or some such business in the background. another good one would be forced perspective with action figures, perhaps a ninja turtle (my rockin leo ninja turtle with guitar) and then me jammin with him the distance.

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i heard it's bad for your eyes if you look at a computer screen before you go to bed. i also just made that up, but it seems plausible.

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OH, DUDE! a dinky car, and me with the keys or something hahaha yes! i have a batmobile, and probably a lambo or something fancy. that would be unreal.

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i spent half of today practising feist's gatekeeper. so sultry. hopefully i can use it to woo me some pigeons.

WEEEEE

Dwell lazily at spots won in raw iris abandon.

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