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I have to run to class in T+ 1 minute, but you all need to go look at LOLHistory right now.
Not just because I posted there, but because the whole community is awesome.
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| Poverty |
[15 Oct 2008|10:12am] |
http://blogactionday.org
Awareness might possibly be the best weapon against any social injustice that faces us today.
I open with that, because I feel slightly silly writing about a social ill in the hopes of rectifying it. For me, its like talking about how to solve a problem. It is great to have discussion, but actions are the root of change, not words. And me typing away on my cell phone at work isn't going to find any one person less hungry then they were before.
But given the economic downswing, and the reality of a sarah palin white house, shouldn't we be more aware of such realitys? Ok, I jest about the last part. However, most of us are lucky enough to have never had experienced that which could be considered "poverty". I consider myself lucky for all the blessings I've been granted, financial included. Knowing that by sheer luck, I was born with the priviledge of falling within the worlds top 10% economic class; something most of us take for granted on a daily basis. It is so easy to just assume that we, being nothing special on the global scale, are "average" and that the majority of the folks in the world are exactly like us.
We are bombarded with tv imagery of shiny people with expensive clothes and we feel almost inferior to them. But they are not the standard. They are not average. We are not the standard. We are not average. "Average" is a standard of living that most anyone reading this random blog entry could ever concieve tolerating. I have been so priviledged as to never have gone to bed hungry for not having food to eat. I have always had a roof over my head, clean drinking water, sanitary living conditions. (Well, outside of my own desanitizing).
Its just that the problem is so expansive, and yet so easy to ignore. And how do we begin to help? I mean us. Not the governments, or the charitable organizations, or the televangelists. How do you and I affect the life of someone we don't know and have never met, in a positive way. Its a question I personally ponder regularly. Or would like to think I do. However the reality is I get so wrapped up in my own life that I don't have the lack of diligent regard I should be having for these issues. My mother, growing up, always saw my concern for issues larger than myself and would tell me "focus on you and your life. Worrying about the well being of the larger whole is pointless. You can't fix the world; so focus on living your life or you'll go crazy trying to fix other peoples". I've gone through periods or being appauled by the disregard, to periods of seeing the sanity and wisdom of the statement.
But while I get to sit here and wax on about philisophical quandries, someone far away... And possibly someone nearby, is starving to death. Doesn't have a home. Doent have clean water to drink or basic medical supplies. And I feel powerless to help them. So I shrug it off and say theres nothing I can do about it. Or someday ill help out. My life is just too hectic, too busy. I can barely pay my bills, how can I help others. I would love to try, but wouldn't know where to begin. It would just be way to inconvenient.
I'm sure you probably mirror at least some of these feelings, right? And some of you want to say no, or tell me all the things I could do to make it better. Well tell me, what have -you- done this month to help the situation?
I never promised to blog anywhere with the solution. If the solution was so easily divulged, it would probably no longer be an issue. But talking about it leads to ideas. Maybe if the feeling of helplessness abides, and words flow freely, then action can come more freely. What are we going to do about this?
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| Spoke too soon |
[15 Oct 2008|01:45am] |
Another one just rolled in under EL PASO CUH 242kHz 25W CUSHING, OK
Excellent.
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[15 Oct 2008|01:00am] |
Faint CW morse on or around 505.3kHz. No carrier. Not repeating. Not an NDB.
New NDBs!: ORC 521kHz 25W Orange City, IA ZLS 526kHz 500W LONG ISLAND, BAHAMAS
Heard again: HMY 512kHz 25W LEXINGTON, OK INE 521kHz 400W Missoula, MT GCT 518kHz 25W GUTHRIE CENTER, IA EL 242kHz 400W EL PASO, TX
Many more are coming in, but I must sleep.
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[15 Oct 2008|12:00am] |
Crap. I'm not certain I passed that test.
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[14 Oct 2008|11:08pm] |
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Your Debut Album
1 - Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to Random quotations: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
If you want to do this again, you'll hit refresh to generate new quotes, because clicking the quotes link again will just give you the same quotes over and over again.
3 - Go to flickr's "explore the last seven days" http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
Put it all together, that's your debut album.
Montefrío
Conceal a diabolical cunning
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| beers we got |
[14 Oct 2008|10:11am] |
these!
 and not in any particular order: dogfish head - midas touch, punkin ale, palo santo marron oscar blues - dale's pale ale north coast - old rasputin, cru dor organic, acme california ipa deschutes - jubelale, the dissident de regenboog - wostyntje victory - golden monkey new belgium - abbey great divide - old ruffian brouwerij bosteels - tripel karneliet bridgeport - hop czar (x2) laguinitas - cappuccino stout brasserie des rocs - grand cru pabst - pabst blue ribbon der hirsch brau - doppel-hersch brasserie dupont - foret hamm's - hamm's rodenbach - grand cru cooper's - sparkling ale unibroue - la fin du monde, ephemere hitachino nest - red rice ale, commemorative ale 08
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[14 Oct 2008|12:29pm] |
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Saturday evening, I rolled a 1 for DEX and slashed my finger open pretty badly while trying to cut a bad piece out of an apple. ( cut for cut (big blurry images) ) I think it would be hurting less now if the stitches didn't tear at the muscle tissue every time I accidentally twitched my finger.
I have a test in Calculus today.
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[13 Oct 2008|08:35pm] |
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So my ex and his fianceé broke up and they lost their apartment. I guess the funny thing about this is that he has never been able to keep a relationship for more than a year after me. Does this make me sound bitchy at all?
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| Ack! and then, un-ack. |
[13 Oct 2008|07:02pm] |
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1: I still exist! There is also an actual entry in the works somewhere, along the lines of 'Hey, here's my life over the past long-while since I last posted.
2: Did I mention that I'm occasionally posting on my international affairs / world-events blog over at: blog.Simnatic.com?
3: It's mid-terms. This semester, I've been taking notes on a darling little convertible/detachable tablet, the TC1100. Today, I got to my last class (4:45-6pm, U.S. Diplomatic History), flicked the power switch to wake the lil' beast up, and saw a dead screen. Upon closer inspection, there were a few pixels showing red, blue, and green, in a few places along a line or two on the monitor. Restarting did nothing- it wasn't a sleep-wakeup error or anything nice like that.
I recorded the rest of the class's audio, since my note-taker was dead.
Upon getting back to the dorm room, I tried once more. Handy little device with all of my class notes on it? Still effectively dead. I pulled up search pages on dead monitors in laptops, an ebay page for a new monitor/digitizer front-panel for this particular model, and looked desperately for the tools (which I'm fairly sure now are several hundred miles away in Ipswich) to disassemble the tablet to get at the screen connections. First step was to remove the battery and harddrive. I also began pondering how best to get the data off of the harddrive so I could at least study for midterms.
Underneath the harddrive was a ZIF (Zero Insertion Force) cable that looked a bit loose. Having no idea what this particular cable did, I poked it back into place and secured it with some tape.
Booted up the machine, and everything's A-OK.
I'm a relieved student.
Since this is rambling on to a full-fledged post, let me digress from that particular instance of tension. See part 2 for a partial and summary update on my life in recent years.
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[13 Oct 2008|01:46pm] |
du -b --max-depth 1 | sort -nr | perl -pe 's{([0-9]+)}{sprintf "%.1f%s", $1>=2**30? ($1/2**30, "G"): $1>=2**20? ($1/2**20, "M"): $1>=2**10? ($1/2**10, "K"): ($1, "")}e'
Sort the size usage of a directory tree by gigabytes, kilobytes, megabytes, then bytes.
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| The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Act |
[13 Oct 2008|12:33pm] |
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Something D-O-O economics.
Voodoo economics.
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[13 Oct 2008|07:13am] |
OSAMURAI
Angela banishes you to the weenie realm. >:(
Episode Twenty-eight
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[13 Oct 2008|01:52am] |
page 284-5, part one of the contradictions of freedom (with the Unitarians and the Mormons) Non trovato Impossibile trovare l'URL /09311070988871684129/BDQE8SgoQ1YnavLsj richiesto su questo server.
I was going to scan this but instead typed it: If you see a train this evening, Far away against the sky, Lie down in your wooden blanket, Sleep, and let the train go by. Trains have called us, every midnight, From a thousand miles away, Trains that pass through empty cities, Trains that have no place to stay. No one drives the locomotive, No one tends the staring light, Trains have never needed riders, Trains belong to bitter night. Railway stations stand deserted, Rights-of-way lie clear and cold: What we left them, trains inherit, Trains go on, and we grow old. Let them cry like cheated lovers, Let their cries find only wind. Trains are meant for night and ruin, We are meant for song, and sin.
( And on the train between Emeryville, California and Omaha, Nebraska I overheard some older people talking about religion and politics and their families and their businesses and wrote lots of it down. )
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[12 Oct 2008|09:53pm] |
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This afternoon, I took a couple klonopin while doing my German homework and passed out on my couch. I had crazy dreams running through Dusseldorf with Karl Bartos looking for my father's wedding ring and a rare modular synthesizer. Later I sought shelter in an old church after being caught in a rainstorm.
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[12 Oct 2008|02:55pm] |
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Cherrypick the truth like black woman dressed in a cat suit, moving through a network of clear PVC tubes in the Gobi Desert. Yeah.
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