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For Children Only

Friday, December 29th, 2006

I like the feeling when I begin to read a book, and by the time I'm 20 pages into it I realize that I am in fact rereading it rather than delving into a work entirely new to me. I am currently in the middle of Douglas Adams' The Salmon of Doubt which I first found on someone's coffee table at a party thrown by one of my parents' friends a number of years ago and then promptly forgot about (being a long party, I had a few hours to spend reading in a corner). Here's a wonderful piece from it:

FOR CHILDREN ONLY

You will need to know the difference between Friday and a fried egg. It's quite a simple difference, but an important one. Friday comes at the end of the week, whereas a fried egg comes out of a hen. Like most things, of course, it isn't quite that simple. The fried egg isn't properly a fried egg till it's been put in a frying pan and fried. This is something you wouldn't do to a Friday, of course, though you might do it on a Friday. You can also fry eggs on a Thursday, if you like, or on a cooker. It's all rather complicated, but it makes a kind of sense if you think about it for a while.

It's also good to know the difference between a lizard and a blizzard. This is quite an easy one. Though the two things sound very much alike, you find them in such very different parts of the world that it is a very simple matter to tell them apart. If you are somewhere inside the Arctic circle then what you are looking at is probably a blizzard, whereas if you are in a hot and dry place like Madagascar or Mexico, it's more likely to be a lizard.

This animal is a lemur. There are lots of different kinds of lemurs, and they nearly all live in Madagascar. Madagascar is an island—a very large island: much, much larger than your hat, but not as large as the moon.

The moon is much larger than it appears to be. This is worth remembering because next time you are looking at the moon you can say in a deep and mysterious voice, "The moon is much larger than it appears to be," and people will know that you are a wise person who has thought about this a lot.

This particular kind of lemur is called a ring-tailed lemur. Nobody knows why it is called this, and generations of scientists have been baffled by it. One day a very wise person indeed will probably work out why it is called a ring-tailed lemur. If this person is exceedingly wise, then he or she will only tell very close friends, in secret, because otherwise everybody will know it, and then nobody will realise how wise the first person to know it really was.

Here are two more things you should know the difference between: road and woad. One is a thing that you drive along in a car, or on a bicycle, and the other is a kind of blue body paint that British people used to wear thousands of years ago instead of clothes. Usually it's quite easy to tell these two apart, but if you find it at all difficult to say your r's properly, it can lead to terrible confusion: imagine trying to ride a bicycle on a small patch of blue paint, or having to dig up an entire street just to have something to wear if you fancy spending the evening with some Druids.

Druids used to live thousands of years ago. They used to wear long white robes and had very strong opinions about what a wonderful thing the sun was. Do you know what an opinion is? I expect someone in your family has probably got one, so you could ask them to tell you about it. Asking people about their opinions is a very good way of making friends. Telling them about your own opinions can also work, but not always quite as well.

Nowadays most people know what a wonderful thing the sun is, so there aren't as many Druids around anymore, but there are still a few just in case it slips our mind from time to time. If you find someone who has a long white robe and talks about the sun a lot, then you might have found a Druid. If he turns out to be about two thousand years old, then that's a sure sign.

If the person you've found has got a slightly shorter white coat, with buttons up the front, then it may be that he is an astronomer and not a Druid. If he is an astronomer, then one of the things you could ask him is how far away the sun is. The answer will probably startle you a lot. If it doesn't, then tell him from me that he hasn't explained it very well. After he's told you how far away the sun is, ask him how far away some of the stars are. That will really surprise you. If you can't find an astronomer yourself, then ask your parents to find one for you. They don't all wear white coats, which is one of the things that sometimes make them hard to spot. Some of them wear jeans or even suits.

When we say that something is startling, we mean that it surprises us a very great deal. When we sat that something is a starling, we mean that it is a type of migratory bird. "Bird" is a word we use quite often, which is why it's such an easy word to say. Most of the words we use often, like house and car and tree, are easy to say. Migratory is a word we don't use nearly so much, and saying it can sometimes make you feel as if your teeth are stuck together with toffee. If birds were called "migratories" rather than "birds," we probably wouldn't talk about them nearly so much. We'd all say, "Look, there's a dog!" or "There's a cat!" but if a migratory went by, we'd probably just say, "Is it teatime yet?" and not even mention it, however nifty it looked.

But migratory doesn't mean that something is stuck together with toffee, however much it sounds like it. It means that something spends part of the year in one country and part of it in another.

—Douglas Adams

Reading again

Wednesday, December 27th, 2006

Spent another day primarily reading: spin-the-head mixture of Philip K. Dick sandwiched with Kerouac directly after Tortilla Flats with some light Zelazny alongside. Dick's uncertain realities mixed with Kerouac's stream-of-consciousness narrative—period-bare prose—after Steinbeck (who is an undeniable stylist, though more conventional than Dick or Kerouac) was a confusing mixture. Kerouac's Subterraneans and Dick's VALIS were so eerily similar (not narrative, but on some fundamental, subconscious level of my brain) that I am still having trouble untwining their strands, what was from Kerouac's beat drug scene, and what was from Dick's riding of California counter-culture wave that was influenced by Kerouac. I don't even know much about the two writers and how culturally they were related, but that's how it seems to me. Anyway, it was a crazy ~450 pages of reading today.

The Loot

Tuesday, December 26th, 2006

Yes, I'm crassly materialistic. So what?

Books

Music

DVDs

Computer Stuff

Random Stuff

The Insect Lab

Saturday, December 16th, 2006

Mike Libby likes bugs. He grew up dismantling appliances, and now he disassembles old watches and circuit boards only to assemble insects. They're very pretty.

clockwork beetleclockwork cicadaclockwork spider

Open Source as Human Endeavor

Tuesday, December 12th, 2006

I just finished my final essay for Philosophy of Technology and e-mailed it to my professors along with the digital sources. It's a bit idealistic, but I think it's an interesting argument. I uploaded it in nice html form here:

Open Source as Human Endeavor.

You can also download the Word document. It's not a perfect essay, and I freely admit I might have some things wrong, but I'm proud of it. I would be happy to hear criticisms so I can improve my writing style, or my knowledge.

The page isn't terribly nice to Internet Explorer, although it doesn't use anything terribly advanced. Again, don't use Internet Explorer in general. It's a pretty terrible browser.

Protect the artists

Sunday, December 10th, 2006

Music artists don't need protection from piracy, they need protection from the RECORD INDUSTRY.

On the whole, pirates are people trying to improve their quality of life without harming the artists who are their beneficiaries. They still buy music, they still go to shows, they still support in many ways the artists they deem worthy of their money. The RIAA, on the other hand, is out to SCREW artists. They are out to transform the cultural scene of the world into a barren wasteland of commercialism.

Screw them.

I am not going to buy any more music. I am going to pirate every CD I want, and if I want to reimburse the band, I will find a way to do so that does not support this unconscionable violation of the artists. I will still spend just as much money on music, but I refuse to benefit in any way the RIAA. If I am convinced that some label has a decent relationship with its artists, I will support it, but never at the price of participating in this wanton destruction.

Note that this post is not private. Anyone can read it. Anyone can see that I am planning to break the laws and "steal" music.

Good.

We have gotten to the point as a culture where we accept that anything can be made into property. This is patently false. We need to remember this.

If you stand with me, post something on your blogs. Tell people why you support free sharing of information, of culture, and the proper compensation of artists. Let's have a revolution this generation, so that our children won't have to deal with this absurdity. Call out for solidarity, make sure that your friends know where you stand. Make sure the WORLD knows where you stand.

This is important.

Reading Madness

Monday, December 4th, 2006

So, I've been reading pretty much non-stop all night. With the exception of getting some food, and talking to people, of course. I'm reading books for my philosophy of technology essay, and I felt like reading as much as possible. So I read two entire books, around 500 pages, in a bit less than 12 hours. It was very exciting. I am rather exhausted right now, but I'm trying to decide whether to go on to another book, or sleep. Hmmm….

CAUTION: NINJA CHILDREN AT PLAY

Saturday, December 2nd, 2006
graphic of a road sign depicting ninja children

This came up in a conversation today, from the lips of Aaron Brown. I don't hardly remember the circumstances, but it was hilarious. So I went downstairs and brought it into existence.

Morbid Survey

Thursday, November 30th, 2006

Stolen from sister Jenny.

[1] Do you ever see garbage bags on the side of the highway and wonder if there are body parts inside?

Well, now I will…

[2] If you ever got the chance to practice cannibalism, would you?

No. I find it morally abhorrent.

[3] If forced to overdose on a drug, which one would you choose?

Hmmm… As long as it wasn't a bad trip, acid sounds pretty interesting. And if I didn't have to deal with the bad long-term effects (overdose, you see), it might be pretty fun. I've always wondered what reality would be like if it were different.

[WOULD YOU RATHER BE…]

[4] Shot or stabbed?

Shot.

[5] Asphyxiated or exsanguinated?

Asphyxiated.

[6] Drowned or buried alive?

Drowned.

[7] Killed by blunt-force trauma to the head or crushed to death?

Head trauma.

[8] Poisoned or overdosed?

Poisoned!

[9] Killed by a flesh-melting virus or by rats or ants slowly pecking at you?

Virus.

[10] Out of all the above choices, which one do you like best?

I like the idea of poison. Cyanide apples, anyone?

[11] …Which is the worst way to die in your opinion?

Of the choices? Probably the ants or rats.

[12] Killed (by a person) intentionally, or by accident?

By Sarah, intentionally.

[13] Killed by a serial killer (for pleasure) or a hitman (for profit)?

For pleasure (by Sarah).

[14] Killed in a car crash or a plane crash?

Plane crash! I love the sensation of falling.

[15] Killed in your home or away from home?

In my home (which means that my home would have to be a plane).

[16] Killed in your sleep or while watching TV?

Sleep. TV is evil, for the most part.

[17] Killed by someone who knew you, a stalker, or a complete stranger?

Not a stalker. Sarah could kill me, but I think it might be cool to be killed by a complete stranger, provided the reason was interesting enough.

[RANDOM…]

[18] What do you want done with your body when you die?

Ritual grokking.

[19] You're forced to have your funeral at a place OTHER than a church – where would you choose?

A place of striking natural beauty. Not so much peaseful as amazing. There are any number of such places, but a lot of them are in the Canadian Rockies.

[20] What song/s would you want played at your funeral?

Queen – Another One Bites the Dust
I'll Fly Away (from the O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack, sung by people who mean a lot to me)

I'm sure there are others. I love music, and it helps me deal with crazy situations.

[21] What outfit would you like to be buried in?

Blue shorts and a t-shirt? But without shoes.

[22] Who do you want to give your eulogy?

Whoever knew me best, and could best speak for and to me.

[23] Any other specifics about your funeral you'd like to share?

The part of me that's not grokked can be cremated and scattered to the winds.

[24] Would you rather be forgotten about when you die, or remembered but hated?

Forgotten.

[25] Would you rather die alone, or die loved but leave a heartbroken mate behind?

I think that death is actually a beautiful thing. I would love to experience someone's whole life and then live in solitude for a while before dying myself. But if it's a matter of living a LIFE unloved, I would much rather leave a heartbroken wife behind. I would like to think that she would share my views on life.

The Park

Tuesday, November 28th, 2006

It snowed all day yesterday. The world was covered in a blanket of white. Across the street from our house is a park, through which the late-afternoon sun slanted. The trees cast blue shadows, and the shifting tongues of light flickered between them as the day wore on. It was incredibly beautiful today, when it didn't make you think solely of desolation.