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[20 Jul 2009|01:02pm] |
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A little bit of a memory leak in the new version of Firefox? I had to kill it when it's memory foot print got up to about 2Gb.
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| Global Warming is People! |
[20 Jul 2009|02:06pm] |
Seriously Guys, Global Warming is real and it's caused by people.
Not surprisingly, the EPA has a pretty good website explaining global warming: http://www.epa.gov/climatechange/index.html
There are a bunch of arguments or claims against global warming but so far they haven't stood up to a reasonable google search.
Short examples!
The Earth has been cooling since 1998! No it hasn't: http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn14527-climate-myths-global-warming-stopped-in-1998.html
CO2 increases up to 800 years after temperature increases in our global history! Yep, but all that shows is that those warming ages weren't caused by CO2 initially but then were perpetuated by it in cycles that last over 5000 years: http://www.realclimate.org/index.php/archives/2007/04/the-lag-between-temp-and-co2/
The medieval warming period was warmer than now. No it wasn't: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:1000_Year_Temperature_Comparison.png
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[20 Jul 2009|08:45am] |
I had an exceptionally weird work dream last night. In addition to the usual -- oh noes, I'm busy and can't get to my tables fast enough -- there was an added bit of fucked-up-ness. I came out to check on one of my tables and noticed that one of the bussers, Phil, was sitting at one of my tables. He was still in uniform, so I wandered over to see what was going on. He had a syringe in his hand, and when he saw me, he offered it to me, as if it were a courtesy to offer me a hit of whatever was in it (heroin, I assumed in the dream). I shook my head and couldn't say anything because I was so surprised. What surprised me even more was when Chris Snapper -- employee of the year kind of guy -- came over and sat down with him. He nodded a hello to me and then reached out for the syringe. He stuck it in his arm, and that's when I turned around and left.
I went into the back and tried to process what just happened. Two employees just sat down in the restaurant, in front of guests, in full uniform, and injected themselves with heroin. What the hell? What do I do? No guest has said anything. Should I say anything? It's Snapper... but what the hell?! You can't do that!
I remember dwelling about it for a decent junk of time, weighing the options in my dream before finally deciding to tell Carol-Anne that some employees were doing drugs out in the restaurant, without giving their names, and that I thought she might want to be aware of that.
Weird.
Later the dream turned into a strange work/party dream, where everyone from my work was at this house party. We each had things we were supposed to be doing to help the party function (like working in the restaurant), but a lot of people were just messing around and not helping. I remember Guthrie coming to 'check out' with me to show that he'd done his work and ask if he could go. Guthrie is another great guy at my work, and after I checked him out, he went home. But Ross and Angele, a boyfriend-girlfriend couple from work, weren't doing their share. They kept wandering around the house looking for the prime location to do whatever -- make out, play video games, who knows -- while I wandered around working like I was supposed to.
Finally I got angry being the only one working so I went outside, where there was snow on the ground. I remember having to struggle to find my shoes and get them on, which seems a weird thing to be stressed out about now. I woke up shortly afterward.
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I was talking with a new server named John about dreams last night. I told him about a couple of my dreams -- the angel one, the shotgun to the head one, the crazy broken bottle one -- and he asked me what I thought they were. He seemed to think they hold a lot of weight, ( but to me... )
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[20 Jul 2009|09:11am] |
Molly and I went to see Vagabond Opera at the Triple Door.
VB was amazing, and they picked the perfect venue. The Triple Door is like the dinner theaters from the 1940's, where you would go to see big bands play. The show was excellent. They are more like a vaudeville act that does opera, jazz, cabaret, and comedy. They are very lively on stage. When they come to town, if you want some thing a little different that is full of silly fun, check them out.
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| Nature Abhors A Right Angle. |
[19 Jul 2009|10:38pm] |
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Items of misnote:
In case you missed it, and most of you did, Your Humble Narrator is, barring any unforeseen bureaucratic cataclysms, obtuse gastro-intestinal distress, or chronic civil disturbances, will be leaving for the Asian subcontinent for an outsourced work furlough. Depending upon your level of past exposure, you may not even notice any absence from the domestic homelands.
Project Tapeworm has taken an odd twist. In the embryonic days of Proteus, a third-party application called Audacity promised an easy method of converting the teetering stacks of archived cassette-only audio sources rapidly deteriorating in the closets of Monkworks. If only Your Humble Narrator knew how to use it as well then as now. Regardless, it is a skill that has now come to the fore, and bears the fruits from a tree that once grew in the village of Downers Grove, Illinois.
Insomnia: 1, Your Humble Narrator: 0.
Books: 1, television: 0.
Odd numbers: 3, even numbers: 2.
Amidst, amongst, and despite all this, Your Humble Narrator is still in a very dangerous space; filled with packing peanuts of sweetly toxic nostalgia, bubblewrap of imbalanced neurochemical transmitters, and shaped polystyrene molds of ennui, nihilism, and self-sabotage.
BOO HOO GET A HELMET
No more cupcakes for a while. Maybe forever.
Hope this finds you well.
⎋
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| ATTENTION INTERESTED FASHIONISTAS |
[19 Jul 2009|03:30pm] |
And by that, I clearly mean ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) piecesofalice.
I bought these Jimmy Choo flats (in a deep royal iridescent blue) at the outlet mall not 15 miles from Oxford!
I freaked out a little a lot. Also am considering going back for a pair of regular heels, but am not totally certain yet.
Yet.
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| A bouncing around of biocentric ideas. |
[19 Jul 2009|12:51am] |
So, in a previous post I sort of mentioned this shift I've been experiencing lately. I'm finding myself more and more excited and confused and curious. Excited because these new ideas seem to connect with some old ideas I've always had -- ideas about why we're here, what life is and can be, and what sort of existence there might before after death.
The first law of thermodynamics says that energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be transformed; well, recently I've been comparing my ideas about death to this. I've never felt it to be true that when we die, we just stop and that's it. I've always felt there was something else going on, mostly because of weird experiences I've had in the past (like the out of body experiences I had, starting when I was 10 or so). So, the body dies, and maybe it begins to decay and some of the energy from my organs and muscles and bones goes into that. But there's so much energy in our nervous system, our brain, all those electrical signals and our very consciousness... Where does that go? My own experiences say that this energy, this consciousness, is separate from the body. I've experienced that separateness, and maybe someone can say OBEs aren't real and they're just another form of dreaming, etc... But maybe it's one of those things that you can't believe is possible until it's happened to you. There are hundreds of books about OBEs written by others who have experienced them, so at least I'm not the only one.
Blah blah, we can't ever *know* what happens after death until we die. Hundreds of religions claim to know the answer, that's fine. I'm not claiming to *know*; I don't know, I just have some ideas.
Seeing these ideas find a place in science gets me excited. For the most part, science and spirituality don't seem to get along, but in biocentrism, there seems to be space for both. The science part comes in quantum physics, where experiments in the last decade have shown scientists that some crazy shit happens when we start bouncing photons and electrons around. Biocentrism observes some of these crazy shits and says that the very act of observing -- our thoughts themselves -- are influencing these molecules and are what causes them to behave the way they're behaving. Our thoughts influence reality.
Hmm. So, to me, this sounds a lot like the message of "The Secret" and the Law of Attraction; our thoughts bring the things we're thinking about into our lives. If I'm thinking about negative stuff -- mean people, bad things happening to me, etc -- then in my life I'll run into more mean people and bad things will keep happening to me. But if I change my thinking and think about positive things and nice people and good things happening to me, then the law of attraction says these things will come into my life.
And not just "good things" and "bad things". I saw from my little experiment with The Secret that something as simple as what time I'd arrive to work was affected by my thoughts. I focused whole-heartedly on the exact time that I'd walk into work, and three times in the same week, I walked in at exactly the time I'd focused on. I was scheduled different in-times each day, I was driving 12.5 miles from Seattle to Bellevue, by no means an accurate-to-the-minute steady flow of traffic, plus driving through the cities themselves through stop lights, etc, in order to get from my place to the freeway and from the freeway to work -- I arrived EXACTLY at the times I'd focused, including the time that I decided to take a shortcut. (I always kept my radio clock turned off so I wouldn't be influenced by what time it actually was as I made driving decisions). In my 'short cut', I encountered not only bad traffic, but some crazy traffic jam with fire trucks and ambulances and holy shit turn around and go another way or be late for work... And even with all that, I walked into work at the exact time I'd focused on.
( Our thoughts influence reality. )
=)
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[18 Jul 2009|05:18pm] |
Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
* Turn to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post that sentence and these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST book.
Mine: "So he forgot to drain the crankcase," I said noticing their consternation and not knowing much about cars, "so he forgot to brain the drankbase."
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[18 Jul 2009|09:28am] |
The night before last I had a dream in which I asked myself, "Is this really happening or am I dreaming?" And the people in the dream answered, "yeah, this is real, you're not dreaming." True story. In the dream I'd been working at Ray's, and one of the new servers was getting amped up about something and decided to break a beer bottle and threatening people with it. He seemed to think it was fun, but I didn't, and eventually we got him to let go of the bottle and leave. It seemed so ludicrous that someone would do that, hence the question, "am I dreaming?" The fact that my dream co-workers answered the questions is even more strange.
Last night I had a long, detailed dream, but can't clearly remember details until about halfway through the plot. I'd just hurt myself -- I had cut my finger pretty badly -- and along with one or two friends, I went to get some money so that I could go to the hospital. The money was stored at a gangster's house in a secret area. He was a large black man (if you watch "The Wire", he was Prop Joe) with a serious expression. When I told him that I needed some money, he opened his door and let me in. "You remember where it's at?" he asked, and left me to get it myself.
I did remember. I had procured these bags of money -- hundreds of thousands of dollars -- and had left it in the care of this guy because I couldn't take it home with me. I'd given him a healthy sum for his services.
I feel like I've dreamed of this hiding spot before -- the details on how to get to this secret area seem really familiar. First, I had to clear a space to the back of his garage which was full of boxes and clutter. I found some of his money stashed in there as I worked, but left it alone. Realizing I was getting blood on some things, I asked my friend to bring me a bandaid, which she did -- ( it wasn't a neon one though =(. )
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[18 Jul 2009|10:56am] |
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I think most of the people I've known from before high school I still remember as kids. Sometimes to me Jesse's still that wild kid who annoyed his parents a lot, Laura still that shy girl who got embarrassed by Mr. Cattone, Laurel's still that innocent girl living under a boulder, James is still that really quiet kid nobody really knows, Desiree is still...blonde, Andi's still that girl obsessed with boys, etc. But times change. It's just hard to remember that sometimes.
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| Fannish content of possible interest to my mother |
[17 Jul 2009|09:31pm] |
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My current time-suck--when I don't want to work on any of the real stuff--is--you knew it was coming--Baby-sitters Club recaps! I figured I may as well do something "productive" with my re-readings. I have lots more books lined up for review; at this point I'm limited more by time than material. If you have any thoughts on a particular volume, after re-reading or from memory, or if you'd like me to be sure to address a particular concern, I would love to hear from you.
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