Neil Gaiman turned me on to this delightful story via twitter:
@neilgaiman
It just occurred to me that Twitter -speed is best explained by R A Lafferty’s short story “Slow Tuesday Night” which is http://bit.ly/KI2
For reasons sublime and stupid, the gas in my apartment is off. Different story.
Yesterday I decided I wasn’t going to take it any more, so I went to Bruno’s on Court Street and bought a plug-in stove element thingie so I could make SOMEthing that didn’t involve a microwave or ‘hoping the water in the tap ran hot enough’.
I went from Brunos to Key Food and looked around at the wondrous new world of things I could make myself to eat and finally I lighted on the perfect thing. The roof opened up and I was bathed in the light of the divine. I probably laughed triumphantly standing there in the isle.
So I’ve just finished my breakfast. Scrambled eggs cooked in the pan grease from the full package of D’artagnan wild boar bacon. I had my Billie Holiday pandora.com station playing as I finished it off (no no, it’s not a full pound.)
I looked around and thought about it a second and was struck by a strange realization.
When the hell did I develop a sense of taste?
Just said that in a tweet to @sandbags about why I wasn’t studying Shotokan.
The exact tweet was:
@sandbags inertia, inconvenience, laziness, fear. The Four Horsemen of Dishonorable Excuses.
It was off the cuff, but I like it. So I’m going to stick with it.
Inertia
Inconvenience
Laziness
Fear
Yeah, there’s some overlap… But it’ll do. I’m gonna ignore the reality of it and just sorta soak up the self-afflicted glory of appreciation for the quip.
Disclaimer: Drunk
SO I’m on my way home tonight (minutes ago) and I’m standing on the 4 train as it leaves 14th street, u-square.
There’s a guy (27) and a girl (25) in front of me. They’re both a little too good looking for their own good. But it’s a thursday, so I let it slide. She’s looking at him with these big wide-open doe eyes that are giving my knees problems holding me up. I keep screaming in my head “DUDE! IF YOU DON’T KISS HER, SOMEONE ELSE WILL!”
Finally he concedes her attention and does so, if as a token. I could strike him…. hard.
The announcement for City Hall blares as the train slows and I figure, fuck it…
I step forward and tap him on the shoulder…
“Excuse me sir…” She has backed up, away from me… just in case. Clever girl.
“Excuse me sir… This may be over the line and if so then for that I apologize.” (I get all eloquent and shit when I’m drunk.) “But I just wanted to say that I would do absolutely anything on this Earth for a girl to look at me the way she looks at you.”
“Yeah?” He said, perfectly unable to hear what I was trying to tell him (read: her.)
“Yes.” I bolted out the train door (about to close) and shouted back.
“DON’T WASTE IT!”
And I entered the car behind, well out of site, my work done.
My deeper read on the situation bears no relevance, but to those who already understand it, who are laughing.
It’s clearly time again for me to set up a little agent process server machine on my wee little network here.
Watching twitter has caused all kinds of old ideas to re-sprout, and they’re things that would be quite beneficial to my trading as well.
Twitter seems almost like the command line to the internet. There seem to be as many bots out there as there are people. Things that search, reflect, etc. Weirdly coded commands provide a whole metalanguage in twitterland. Fortunately I feel fine getting excited about it because none of it is the slightest bit new.
But I’d love to have something that put a page together with panels of links (ALMOST like frames) as people who I’m following post them. Of course, html frames is a pretty crude way to do it… but it would sure work.
There are the better part of a dozen more of those kicking around inside my brainskull, but that’s the only one I’ll drop for now.
Now I just need to go find my mac mini and bolt it to the backplane under my desk that my cables are all zip-tied to.
l8r o/
Ya know, I’d completely forgotten how good this really was. Check it out:
Two children should be limit, says green guru
Jonathon Porritt, who chairs the government’s Sustainable Development Commission, says curbing population growth through contraception and abortion must be at the heart of policies to fight global warming. He says political leaders and green campaigners should stop dodging the issue of environmental harm caused by an expanding population.
I haven’t read this, but was pointed to this review by Twitterer & all around awesome xp dude Mike Feathers
Here’s the teaser paragraph:
Book Review: The Globalisation of Addiction
Bruce Alexander is best known - though deserves to be much better known - for the ‘Rat Park’ experiments he conducted in 1981. As an addiction psychologist, much of the data with which he worked was drawn from laboratory trials with rats and monkeys: the ‘addictiveness’ of drugs such as opiates and cocaine was established by observing how frequently caged animals would push levers to obtain doses. But Alexander’s observations of addicts at the clinic where he worked in Vancouver suggested powerfully to him that the root cause of addiction was not so much the pharmacology of these particular drugs as the environmental stressors with which his addicts were trying to cope.
Give it a read. It’s pretty interesting stuff. I “wowed” outloud by paragraph 3.
I don’t follow tennis. Don’t care. Can’t make myself care, unless I’m watching cute Russian girls. I’m a man.
I saw a headling on Drudge that pushed my apathy into the realm of antipathy.
Rafael Nadal consoles tearful Roger Federer
Roger Federer broke down in tears after defeat by Rafael Nadal in a thrilling five-set Australian Open…
Be a man. Jesus, he’s an embarrassment to the gender.
UPDATE does my heart good that I’ve got a bunch of hits from Google searches on “Federer Bitch”
Rabbit Rabbit!
