Little bit of locational panic. It may come as a heavy blow, but we'll sort the matter out
Fifty-Four Forty or Fight
It wasn't a Rock...
Green is Cool and Friendlylike
One Step Beyond!
Don't like it but I guess I'm learning
Re: My Brains
Glow or Plunder
My labmate claims to have never seen our boss in this tie, but he has it.
It is de frakking rigueur. So if you'd prefer to read about refraction or the dark side of the moon (haha, or the Pink Floyd album of the same name), by all means, I know that I can (and did) sit and wiki-cascade for hours . But below will be a little different.
This actually almost came up a few weeks ago when I had posted the periodic etching for Tin, which featured the tin man. I had been especially amused at the time due to having read that the gene named tinman in fruit flies is associated with developmental problems of the heart. Tin-man fruit flies are heartless. That's right up there with the SonicHedgeHog mutation (SHH).
(The appropriate video)
You know that I care what happens to you,
I was on campus yesterday (a football Saturday), and had prairie dogged above ground to check on my car, which I had parked in a semi-legitimate manner despite it being nearly impossible to actually get a car onto campus on a football Saturday. Upon finding my car neither towed nor ticketed, I came downstairs and immediately made a post-it note on the subject which I have converted into a jpeg since I don't have my computer with me (it's sick and visiting cupertino, I guess) and consequently scanning is harder.
Back in the Summer of 2007, (a temporal local-maxima of my engaging in shenanigans,) I had written a series of non-academic articles under a series of anonymous personas (geographer, biologist, comp-lit guy, psychologist, etc.) about an assortment of things with the intention of helping incoming graduate students find their way. A delightful thing about faking a persona is doing the background reading, and I inadvertantly learned some stuff in the process of getting the jargon down. A favorite aside:
"Once you’ve dealt with the basics you can change your negative qualities and really flourish with…well with Gemeinschaftsgefühl. Those Germans have words for everything!"
Oh, I'm a jerk. Anyhow, Abe Maslow's motivational theory stuck, even if the salient details I summarize with "poop safe, love". (Delightfully, I didn't realize that the "When you're a hammer every problem is a nail", is ascribed back to that guy too until yesterday.) But as I was basking in the warm glowing warming glow of the feeling of getting away with something, that little hierarchy of the spiritually delicious came up because I always found "self actualization" to be a little vague.
This started to feel a little melancholy because I think I'm tip-toeing around something I don't really want to write. "Poop, Safe, Love" sounds like a chicken soupy sort of best seller for the aware 13 year old boy set.
I'm hoping that this site is still here next week, if it isn't there'll be all sorts of redirects and the like where this will all be accessible but uglier. And I know it's never been an exceptionally "pretty" site, (in an especially awkward and consequently fitting reflection of myself,) but I've loved it and thank you for having lent me your eyeballs. I'm going to keep making stuff, certainly, and it'll be public either through flickr or twitter or whatever. We just might lose each-other for a little.
I know I've linked to bits before--the Dune encounter is a story that I especially enjoy--but the part of John Hodgman's TED talk that pretty much always makes me cry a little is the last 4 some minutes because it taps right into a well of exceptionally nervous awkwardness, the scar, that I have when it comes to being lost from 2 specific memories, one in a park with my best friend in upstate NY and one in a KMart when I was a little kid...anyhow:
I met Hodgman a week ago at a book signing, still awkward and fumbly due to my Merlin Mann proximity induced seizures. (Not terribly surprisingly, I'm a little bit of a spaz in some arenas of life.) I wasn't going to queue up with the others because there's a part of that that seems forced and fake, but then I thought about potential regrets and did so anyhow. I think I said "I love everything you've done," (...'I think I said', I write cavalierly, as if it was not the focal point of 20 minutes of shameful post-game analysis, because if you've read some of the bizarre platonic love letters around here, you'll know that that feels inadequate,) and we did the little signing transaction (though I handed him my ticket to be signed and a business card instead of what was expected--everyone else had a book and post-it with their name on it for efficiency's sake) and I don't get these things quite right. Anyhow, John misspelled my name, but gets a pass because he then wrote "It's all true." which perfects it. (I recognize why putting the book owner's name in a signature makes it "more interesting", but that doesn't mean it feels any less weird.) Plus, Hodgman's "the real deal". Merlin Mann: super-delightful. (MM signed my copy of "Confederacy of Dunces" which is probably another indicator that book signings are a confusing area to me, but it meant more.) All in all, it's among the best birthday presents ever.
The best gifts are the ones you give yourself.
Anyhow, I've regained composure after the earlier feelings of badness. This is my life: a realistic down to earth show, that's completely off the wall and swarming with magic robots. This is "a zinging clarity that does not quickly fade but will last all the way to dinner and will by bedtime [re]turn to awful crushing dread." The motivations behind why I share facts and draw pictures and such are obvious: See figure 3--it has felt really good. It's been spiritually delicious, a phrase I will work into as many things as I can. And I've been extra pleased to get away with the applied competencies. I'll continue to do so as long as I can, but I'm also going to go do some work.
Keep in touch, next week everything might be fine and still here and I'll just start calling it bonus rounds, or maybe I'll have figured out where to put this and how to efficiently change ~200 URLs (It's been 3+ years, once a week, every week). Or maybe you'll have to do some google-poking to find me. I'm pretty sure that everything is going to work out: the world's not coming to an end today, it's already tomorrow in Japan.
Poop, safe, love, ...shenanigans.