February 2012
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The Garbage Man (6)
Becca was examining his nose again, she seemed calmer but concerned. He’s not telling me something. He’s hurt, was there a fight?
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed; confused, Chinney recoiled from her, but Becca moved close to him, raising her delicate, clean hand close enough to touch his face. “Did he do this do you?! My husband? Did he hit you?” she asked in low,...
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The Garbage Man (5)
The July sun spread butter yellow light over the stale bran muffin top dump grounds. Five fat clouds sat like clods of dust, under the sedentary sky. A young woman stood on the chocolate snack wrapper mud stained steps of the dump’s front office and tried not to breathe. Noxious air wafted off hot trash piles, closing in on her from all directions. The atmosphere was greasy and still. She...
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January 2012
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The Garbage Man (4)
Swoosh-Chabling! Magic chimes, the sound of a digital wizard casting his spell awoke Chinney from his dream: the doorbell to the front desk. Undoubtedly, another saintly visitor had come to discard earthly goods upon him. “Will you bleached assholes leave me alone?!” Chinney muttered, the taste of blood was fresh in his mouth. He spit hatefully on to the carpet, with a sudden...
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Rage Against The Machine, Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium - Freedom - 3:00 to 3:25
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The Garbage Man (3)
Clickity clickity clickity whirrrrrrrr; the sounds of the hard disk being accessed under a high-charged reader head. Chinney tilted his thick neck back against the sneeze-snot car seat head rest and felt the blood drain down his spine. With his dangling left arm he pawed around the side of the desk searching for the tip of an upright 2liter. He was completely faint for lack of food, deliberately...
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The Garbage Man (2)
The “office” was a vast square basement of a demolished home, a plot of relative sanctity, engulfed in the spoiled banana peal, wet coffee ground, used chewing-gum, crumpled tissue dump grounds. Chinney stomped down the splintered worm-eaten steps leading into the office, heaving the beige specimen, and weaved his way through a metal shelf maze which was layered with stacks of...
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The Garbage Man (1)
A squat wooden shack sat atop a garbage mound under the sweaty yellow July sky. On Saturday, all the wealthy pricks parade their minivans through the Chinney’s dump to pitch their valuables into the rotten slimey decay, stooping for a moment down to Chinney’s level to shit on him from spotlessly clean assholes; to remind him of his place underneath their eyes, otherwise out of sight...
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“Premature optimization is the root of all evil.”
– Donald Knuth, High Priest of Computer Programming
“One day that fellow will build a grass hut upon a lonely peak, and scold the...”
– Isan the monk.
December 2011
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“Spring she comes and spring she teases
Brings summer winds and summer breezes...”
– Kings Vengeance - Thin Lizzy
Timelessness
Endeavor to have the kinds of ideas, to hold the kinds of beliefs, to tell the kinds of stories, to create the kinds of art; that cannot be outgrown.
“I come here to be different, and hope that being here will, somehow, make me...”
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November 2011
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Yewbush
Yewbush was planted at the foot of the driveway, a low-profile marker for wayward cars meandering down a dirt road in the rural heart of Eden, Connecticut. Yewbush was a squat shrub, non distinct from any other; green, scraggly and with angular shape; but underneath the hairy bark of his tiny limbs, ambition coursed. Yewbush could not stand the company of the fair maples, which the landowners so...
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If I could change myself
who would you have me be?
I could be anyone
anyone you want.
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Wyclef Jean - Bubblegoose - 3:06 to end
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Adobe Illustrator QR Codes
Here’s a tip for the designer who is seeing QR Codes everywhere and wanting to make print-ready ones (AI files).
This is a cynch, but requires both Photoshop and Illustrator.
Start with a QR code image as generated from your favorite generator. I’ve been using http://qrcode.kaywa.com/
Here’s mine:
1. Once you have your code image, load it into photoshop:
2. Go to...
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Computer::Drunkard
Programming requires an insane amount of patience.
Imagine you’re speaking to a machine that wants to fuck-up in the most incomprehensible ways. The computer is just that: a fuck-up machine, but it’s so well built that it will continue to run so it can fuck-up again.
Actually, it’s coldly effecient at fucking up, like a Terminator unit that is build in so its arm joints can...
October 2011
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Click around the Photo-go-Round →
Eye-binge from Aaron’s wondrous, bottomless, photographic flask.
…I meant that as an endorsement.
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Not quite zero.
Watching 60 Minutes last night, I found this nugget hard to swallow:
Stahl [60 Minutes]: One of the things that GE and you get hammered for is how little taxes GE pays. It’s not quite zero, but it’s pretty low.
Immelt [General Electric CEO]: You know, we’ve had an extraordinary couple of years. We wrote off $32 billion dollars during the financial crisis. I think we should...
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“I think people are expecting baseball players to look like football players and...”
– Red Sox Batter Kevin Youkilis, in defense of certain fatty teammates, explains pitching.
September 2011
5 posts
“jealousy->anger->distrust->despair”
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What the flix?!
Allow me to join the resounding chorus of “OH NETFLIX WHATTHEFUCKISGOINGON?”
Why are you explaining your business to me. If you have to explain your business to me, you are failing at business.
I give two shits about Qwickflix or Netster and the nuances thereof. I want to watch movies and I want to select from a complete library. That’s why the movie model of getting instant...
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“When through the woods and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing...”
– Verse from ‘How Great Thou Art’ (Tranditional Hymn)
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August 2011
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“Loneliness is the truest muse.”
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July 2011
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Dent Brothers (3/3)
In a shadowed lot beside a corporate complex, not far from the Hess station, the a smiling orange van idled. The Dent Brothers discussed their options. “Serge, What about the blue Lexus? That guy will have money, not like the last guy. That guy had nothing. See, if we chose a car that is too guapo, the owner has no desire to fix it.” Jugo offered. “Si, but the lexus is too...
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Dent Brothers (2/3)
“We’re the Dent Brothers.” said the larger, squarish one. “We specialize in fixing dents like this one and just let me ask what would you pay to have this dent fixed?” Jack opened his mouth to reply but the dent brother continued. “$300? Hey buddy, for 120$ you can go inside that station and warm up and this car will be dent free when you come out. You know what...
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Dent Brothers (1)
Wet wisps of snow curled between the gas pumps of the Somerville Hess station, while Jack jammed dead cold fingers into sandpaper pockets to sift for a wallet.
His eyes eventually thawed from their frozen gaze to assist with the retrieval. Skin scraped and threads tore but the wallet emerged, starved as it was.
Everything is bitter in the winter. Weather most so, but colors were shades of coffee...
The mark
He put upon his shoulder a mark, drawing a circle with his knife into the skin, and carved a pattern inside the circle. Then he gave the mark a name; a secret name which he resolved to tell no-one.
Into that cut design, he projected his deepest beliefs of the spirit, of his notion of self and his place in the world.
The mark became all of this, and as the blood dried and the cut scabbed over,...
“We think we need so many words to say something meaningful, really we only need...”
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For all things beautiful
For a heart That beats until The world has killed it And leaves it still May good will possess it That the afterlife Might be unlike This ceaseless, violent strife Too tired, a hand, to hold a knife Too lovely a sight to close our eyes May heavy lids be lifted wide That we may gaze upon the light For all things beautiful Marking paths through trials Leading to full promise Reminds of truths beyond...
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“The newspaper, described as “heinous” and “despicable”...”
– via Boing Boing.
I guess it’s time to upgrade my disdain of Rupert Murdoch.
“Destroy your institutions.”