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crazy busy right now. hardly have time to breathe. been on the road for two weeks, and my last stay at home only lasted a day and a half, after having been away for a week. i am going to be home for a single day this weekend, then i am gone again for another 11 days.
so please forgive the sparse nature of my postings......
the above image is called "camera ape", simply because the guy in the image seems to resemble some sort of simian with the movements he is making.
i have been working at a government technology conference this week, and there are a few things that got me excited over the last day or so....
yahoo pipes
free knowledge
wikinomics, and its' associated facebook group
and because i am always hungry for new information, i am almost OBSESSED with this site
hope you find at least ONE of these links to be of interest to you.......
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i have decided to get off of the internet.
i reached the end of it the other day, and now find that it is a black hole that causes me to waste time, when i could be out being creative. and seeing real life, not just the digitised samplings scattered around this series of tubes........
i am going to stop this blog.
will i be back?
who knows?
i will still be doing the email thing, so if you care to stay in touch with me, or tell me how absolutely DEVASTATED you are that i quit this blog, i am reachable here : b.e.n.robertson@mac.com
later!
"˙uɐds ʇɐɥʇ ɹǝʌo pǝɔnpoɹd sı ʇɹɐ ɟo ʇɹos ʇɐɥʍ ǝǝs puɐ sɹɐǝʎ ǝʌıɟ ɹoɟ ʇǝuɹǝʇuı ǝloɥʍ ǝɥʇ uʍop ʇnɥs oʇ ʇuǝɯıɹǝdxǝ ǝlqıpǝɹɔuı uɐ ǝq plnoʍ ʇı ʞuıɥʇ op ı“ :sʎɐs uɥoɾ uoʇlǝ
edit : apparently the image above here isn't showing up for some people. you may click here to see it......
i have been away.
and have been enjoying life as much as i possibly can, with great success.
i have also been away from the internet for quite some time, but apart from not being able to be in touch with clients, i have really not missed the internet. i spend so much time in front of my computer from day to day, creating or manipulating data or images or video, that it was nice to disconnect for a while. (even though i have still been using my computer to give birth).
i have MANY things that i have been working on. some good, some bad and some ugly.
i will post more soon.
i hope.
sort of......
sometimes i get astounded by the absolute stupidity of people. the things that come out of people's mouths never ceases to amaze me.
like the time that i had a client say something that made absolutely no sense at all. just to give you a bit of background, in my business, we commonly refer to wireless microphones that clip on to your shirt/suit/blouse/lapel/collar as "lavs". so the client says to me "yes we need lavs, because there's a lot of carpeting."
and i don't know what one has to do with the other. i really have no idea what they could possibly be trying to say. i simply responded with "then we will get you lavs!".
there was another time at work, when the two dumbest questions i have ever been asked, occurred within ten minutes of each other. (my apologies if you have heard me talk about this before).
first question was : "does this elevator go up"?
i have no idea why they decided to ask me. i was just casually sitting in the hotel lobby, and i don't think that i looked like an employee.
the second question was : "can you tell me where the 'SECOND-FLOOR MEETING ROOMS' are?".
seriously.
there is no way to answer that question without sounding like a jerk.
what are some of the dumbest things you have ever heard people say?
above is how my brain feels right now.
and below is a tune that i have liked for quite a while.
but it is currently in much higher rotation, because of how life is happening.
enjoy!
i haven't been feeling very creative lately...... i have been losing sleep, because of a girl. (that may be the subject of another post in the future), so i have just spent a lot of time trying to KILL time.
while wandering around the internet today, i came across a reference to a cartoon character that i had forgotten about. a character that was created in 1948, and had his own animated show in the 80's, so i looked it up, (as i often do).
this is what i found :
"The Shmoo first appeared in the strip in August 1948. According to Shmoo legend, the lovable creature laid eggs, gave milk and died of sheer esctasy when looked at with hunger. The Shmoo loved to be eaten and tasted like any food desired. Anything that delighted people delighted a Shmoo. Fry a Shmoo and it came out chicken. Broil it and it came out steak. Shmoo eyes made terrific suspender buttons. The hide of the Shmoo if cut thin made fine leather and if cut thick made the best lumber. Shmoo whiskers made splendid toothpicks. The Shmoo satisfied all the world's wants. You could never run out of Shmoon (plural of Shmoo) because they multiplied at such an incredible rate. The Shmoo believed that the only way to happiness was to bring happiness to others."
how completely insane is THAT??????? what kind of twisted bastard can think of those sorts of things?
on a slightly related note, i dated a girl who was perfectly described by the last sentence above.........
so..... i have had the past week off from work, and have REALLY been enjoying the time at home, since i haven’t been here much in the past couple of months.
one thing that i wasn’t enjoying, was my inbox constantly “chiming” to announce to me that there was a new email for me. i found myself wishing that there was a way for me to distinguish between email from different people, so i started wandering around the internet once again.
(side note : this was the absolute DEATH of my productivity yesterday, since i got obsessed with making this little idea work.)
i came across some automator suggestions, and started messing around with different methods of letting me know the difference between when an important email arrived, and when an email that i could ignore for a while came in. i ended up using applescript to make this work, but i suppose automator could help you achieve the same thing. sadly, i can’t show you PC users a video of how this works. you will just have to believe me that this works.....
now you Mac users are in luck, since i have the files and instructions you need right here.......
the nice thing is, i wrote a little section in the script that automatically pauses iTunes, so that you can hear the message, and then resumes iTunes after the message has been spoken!
and i guess it is important to mention that this whole project was inspired by marlo superstar, so a big thanks to her!
ps - i have also made another little applescript that will play a sound file for “specific” emails, rather than the same sound for every email that arrives. if you are interested, let me know, and i will send it to you......
my friend richard posted a piece on his blog recently, about the definition of time, and he managed to get some excellent responses, aside from the usual "it's the fourth dimension".
and i had posted a video last week, which was "time lapse"
so, in keeping with this whole "time theme" that seems to be happening, my brain started thinking about the phrase :
"time flies like an arrow".
this sentence is one of my favourite examples of how the english language is not only complicated, but also how different words can have more than one meaning, yet maintain the same spelling. (homographs). (which SOUNDS like a concept that my friend rich should be familiar with).
in the original interpretation of this statement, we are comparing how the passing of time is similar to the movement of an arrow. but there are other ways for this sentence to be understood......
1. measure time for flies as you would for arrows
2. there is a kind of fly, (called a "time fly"), and it is fond of arrows
3. there are flies that resemble arrows. measure their speed
4. measure time for flies as an arrow would
obviously, a couple of these interpretations are not really possible, but i am still fascinated by the different way to read this.
what are some phrases that YOU find don't make a lot of sense, or can be interpreted in more than one way?
the photo just doesn't really do it any justice, since the lens isn't meant to do close-up photography, or even high resolution images. it is, after all, just a phone.
i found it rather strange that after all the time i have spent outside in the evenings of the summer, that i have NEVER managed to see anything even remotely close to this beautiful insect.
off on another part of the court, i found another interesting moth, that looked like a small version of the hummingbird moth, but didn't manage to take any pictures.
and just to fill my narcissism quota for this blog, here is a picture of the moth compared to my hand, in order to give you some perspective on size. i measured the distance afterwards, and the wingspan on this gorgeous moth is around 7 cm.
edit : i got the measurements wrong. i was a stupid idiot, and measured the wrong span on my hand. while looking at the picture of my hand. i don't think i can get any more stupid than that. i have corrected above
as soon as i have managed to identify what kind of moth it is, i will post it right here :
edit :
06.07.07
one of the faithful readers of this tiny blog, (Honker), managed to find out what kind of moth i happened to see.
it turns out it is the Hyalophora Cecropia
well done, Honker.
feel free to stop by the comments section, and thank him for helping solve this mystery!!!
when i was younger, i was obsessed with scaring people. i loved to make people jump out of their skin. i think that this was mostly because i was such a coward myself. (in fact, i am still scared of dark basements, since i am convinced that all manner of scary things lurk there).
there were a couple of times i REALLY managed to freak my poor brother out.
(sam, if you are reading, i am mostly sorry).
the first time, he and i were watching a horror movie that had literally MILLIONS a creepy crawly insects all over the place. sam, (the poor bastard), happened to be laying on the floor watching this movie, and was resting his head on a cushion. i quietly crawled up behind him and gently tickled his ear in the manner an insect might do it. i have never seen anyone leap that high off of the ground before, as he tried to wipe off all of the imaginary bugs that his terrified mind assumed were crawling all over him. oh man, how i laughed!!!
the second time, was far worse.
we both had these creepy looking clown masks, that i believe we wore one year for halloween. i thought it would be funny to try and scare my brother in some way, so that he wouldn't like the mask any longer. my plan worked a little too well.
i put the mask on, and then went to find the biggest kitchen knife we had in the house. i then came creeping up the stairs, brought the knife out in front of me, and peeked my eyes around the top of the stairs. when i was fairly sure that my brother was confused by what exactly was going on, i moved the knife into a threatening posture, moved my clown-mask-head fully in to view, and made this awful noise, which in my memory, sounded like a demented goat.
sam's face contorted, and he started to cry instantly. he tried to climb backwards, in order to escape this demon that had come to claim his soul.
i instantly felt bad, and quickly took the mask off in order to remove the fear he was experiencing. so i guess i am not ENTIRELY evil.
what is the worst fright YOU have ever given to someone?
ps - i realise that i probably didn't write the above story very well, but i am at work, and my attention keeps getting distracted by stupid work stuff......
so i finally got a couple of days off, after two BRUTAL weeks of work. and i have done absolutely nothing. except get drunk. which is probably a bad thing, but in my defence, it wasn't exactly like it was a mission of mine. i didn't say to myself "i am going to be drunk lots this weekend". it just kind of happened by accident. especially yesterday.
now i feel gross. and unrested. and now i have to go work for another week. damn.
i truly believed that i was going to have a really productive weekend. the only thing that i managed to produce was waste.
i am a terrible human being.
as many of you know, i am absolutely fascinated with the english language, and especially the origin of the words we use. i am constantly trying to find their etymologies and derivations. i have many books and dictionaries at home that help me find this information. i also have several dictionaries on my computer that i refer on a regular basis - greek, latin, and so forth.
when i am at work, one of the ways i kill time during a boring meeting, is play a type of word association game in my head, where i try and see if i can guess the synonyms of a word that one of presenters just used. quite often, presenters use the wrong words for what they are intending to say, and i am not sure if it is because they lack the vocabulary that is necessary to convey what they intended to, or if they are just distracted by what they are trying to say, that they often just get their words mixed up.
one of the presenters today said something like "the libraries are RIPE with information", and although the image that comes to mind when you hear this seems to suggest that it is the correct word, i had a feeling that the presenter meant to use the word RIFE.
so i looked it up.
in the definition, it suggested to see the "note" at the word PREVALENT. it is normal for a dictionary to suggest synonyms for any particular word, but it was unusual to see a reference to a note of a different word. in addition to that peculiarity, there was a substantial note attempting to clarify the subtle differences between synonyms. very odd. it seems as though the lexicographers had a particular pet peeve for the usage of this word.
here is the note that the dictionary referred me to...........
Wildflowers might be prevalent in the mountains during the spring months, but a particular type of wildflower might be the prevailing one. Prevalent, in other words, implies widespread occurrence or acceptance in a particular place or time (: a prevalent belief during the nineteenth century), while prevailing suggests that something exists in such quantity that it surpasses or leads all others in acceptance, usage, or belief (the prevailing theory about the evolution of man).
Wildflowers might also be abundant in the valleys—a word that, unlike prevalent and prevailing, is largely restricted to observations about a place and may suggest oversupply (: an abundant harvest; indications of decay were abundant).
Plentiful, on the other hand, refers to a large or full supply without the connotations of oversupply (: a country where jobs were plentiful).
If wildflowers are rife, it means that they are not only prevalent but spreading rapidly (: speculation was rife among the soldiers).
If they're copious, it means they are being produced in such quantity that they constitute a rich or flowing abundance (: weep copious tears).
What often happens, with wildflowers as well as with other beautiful things, is that they become so abundant they are regarded as common, a word meaning usual or ordinary (: the common cold).
Like prevalent, common can apply to a time as well as a place (: an expression common during the Depression). But neither abundant nor common connotes dominance as clearly as prevalent does.
here are some other words that came up today and caught my ear :
- boolean
- abstention
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i haven't posted in over a week.
why?
well the last video i posted, i made while i had a fever. and the fever got worse, so i spent the next few days lying in bed, trying to get better.
and then work happened. (as well as a bit of laziness in between, where i wasn't feeling very inspired).
so where does that leave you and i?
well that leaves you with nothing very exciting to read, and me trying desperately to find something to post here, that people will actually want to read. and now i am suffering from writers' block.
it sucks.
and this post is all that there is to show you.
how sad.
i was on a plane today, (in fact, i am on the plane right now, flying from calagry to montreal, as i write this), and i was listening to the safety announcements about emergency exits, and how the floor lights up along the aisle in a situation of emergency.
i was watching the flight attendants go through the motions of amazingly coordinated hand gestures, and thinking to myself how similar they looked like synchronized swimmers, (without the nose plugs and bathing cap). and it occured to me that not only is this something that they are legally required to do before each gtake off, but they must have to go and take a course on very specific hand movements that are universally understood. sort of like how you can tell which washroom is for men, and which one is for women, or how you are not allowed to smoke in certain areas, no matter what language you speak.
anyway, they get to the part in the presentation where they explain, that in certain situations, parts of the ceiling will open up, and oxygen masks will drop out. if this occurs, you are meant to place the mask over your own head first, (before worrying about assisting those around you), make sure it fits tightly, and breathe normally.
this made me giggle.
i turned to the person beside me, and pointed out, that if we were in an emergency situation, and the oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling, the LAST thing we would be doing after we put them over our faces, would be breathing normally!
we continue to taxi down the runway, get into out final position, and the captain comes over the speaker system, and tells the flight crew to sit down and prepare for take off. this element of the flight, is always my favourite, since the plane has to be travelling somwhere in the neighbourhood of 300 km/h in order to get off the ground. in fact, the larger planes have to reach a speed of about 340 km/h in order to get the necessary lift.
so, we are hurtling down the runway, and just as we are about to start our ascent, the pilot hits the brakes. HARD. he activated the brakes so hard, that some of the people on the plane smacked their faces on the seat in front of them. but surprisingly, no one made any noises of surprise or pain. everyone was surprisingly quiet. perhaps they were all expecting to be told that something very bad had happened
the captain then comes over the speaker system, and announces that he had to abort the take-off, because someone was on the runway in front of the plane, that the authorities have been called, and that they are on their way to intercept this man.
after about a minute or so, i see the guy on the right side of the plane just casually strolling along another runway. then a truck shows up, and stops in front of him. the guy gets down on the ground, and another truck shows up, and the drivers of both vehicles get out, while pointing shotguns at him. (that is what you can see in the picture, although it isn't very clear, since i had taken the photo with my phone, and had to rely on the poor quality digital zoom).
i guess that is pretty well the end of the story, apart from the fact that we had to go back to the gate that we left from in order for the brakes to cool down from the stress they just went through. and we also needed to re-fuel, since the pilot had to put the engines in such a heavy reverse thrust, in order to get the plane to stop in time.
strangely, the only information i was able to find to prove that this actually happened, (and to follow up on what happened with this poor guy who was on the runway), was this little story.
A synonym is a word that means the same as another. "Necessary" and "required" are synonyms. An antonym is a word that means the opposite of another. "Wet" and "dry" are antonyms. While synonyms and antonyms are not in themselves interesting, the complexities and irregularities of the English language sometimes makes synonyms and antonyms interesting to explore. Many complexities result from words having multiple definitions. A trivial example is a word with synonyms that aren't synonyms of each other, the word "beam," for example, having the synonyms "bar" and "shine." Similarly, some words have antonyms that are neither synonyms nor antonyms of each other but completely unrelated: the word "right," for example, having the antonyms "wrong" and "left."
A more interesting paradox occurs with the word groom, which does not really have an antonym in the strictest sense but has an opposite of sorts in the word bride, which can be used as a prefix to create a synonym, bridegroom.
The word contronym (also the synonym antagonym) is used to refer to words that, by some freak of language evolution, are their own antonyms. Both contronym and antagonym are neologisms; however, there is no alternative term that is more established in the English language.
Contronyms are special cases of homographs (two words with the same spelling). Some examples:
* anabasis - military advance, military retreat
* apology - admission of fault in what you think, say, or do; formal defense of what you think, say, or do
* aught - all, nothing
* bolt - secure, run away
* by - multiplication (e.g., a three by five matrix), division (e.g., dividing eight by four)
* chuffed - pleased, annoyed
* cleave - separate, adhere
* clip - fasten, detach
* consult - ask for advice, give advice
* copemate - partner, antagonist
* custom - usual, special
* deceptively smart - smarter than one appears, dumber than one appears
* dike - wall, ditch
* discursive - proceeding coherently from topic to topic, moving aimlessly from topic to topic
* dollop - a large amount, a small amount
* dust - add fine particles, remove fine particles
* enjoin - prescribe, prohibit
* fast - quick, unmoving
* first degree - most severe (e.g., murder), least severe (e.g., burn)
* fix - restore, castrate
* flog - criticize harshly, promote aggressively
* garnish - enhance (e.g., food), curtail (e.g., wages)
* give out - produce, stop production
* grade - incline, level
* handicap - advantage, disadvantage
* help - assist, prevent (e.g., "I can't help it if...")
* left - remaining, departed from
* liege - sovereign lord, loyal subject
* mean - average, excellent (e.g., "plays a mean game")
* off - off, on (e.g., "the alarm went off")
* out - visible (e.g., stars), invisible (e.g., lights)
* out of - outside, inside (e.g., "work out of one's home")
* oversight - error, care
* pitted - with the pit in, with the pit removed
* put out - extinguish, generate (e.g., something putting out light)
* quiddity - essence, trifling point
* quite - rather, completely
* ravel - tangle, disentangle
* rent - buy use of, sell use of
* sanction - approve, boycott
* sanguine - hopeful, murderous (obsolete synonym for "sanguinary")
* screen - show, hide
* seed - add seeds (e.g., "to seed a field"), remove seeds (e.g., "to seed a tomato")
* skinned - with the skin on, with the skin removed
* strike - hit, miss (in baseball)
* table - propose (in the United Kingdom), set aside (in the United States)
* transparent - invisible, obvious
* unbending - rigid, relaxing
* variety - one type (e.g., "this variety"), many types (e.g., "a variety")
* wear - endure through use, decay through use
* weather - withstand, wear away
* wind up - end, start up (e.g., a watch)
* with - alongside, against
so i just got a new computer, and i am VERY much in love. she and i spent the entire weekend together, and it was wonderful.
so i go to turn back to my other computer, and get all the important information off of it, and it doesn't work any more. all of my calendar information about when i am working for the next 5 months was on there.
it's like the old computer got jealous and deliberately stopped working.
there are other files that i needed from that computer too, but none as important as the calendar information. the good news is that i have the info that i need on my mobile phone, so i will just "sync" the information between the phone and the new computer.
problem solved, right?
WRONG!
the stupid computer completely erased ALL of my contacts that were in my address book for some reason. there were somewhere around 200 numbers in there that i needed. work and personal. now i am TOTALLY screwed.
i have no idea when i am supposed to be working, (beyond the next two weeks), and i know that i am going to end up having some clients get angry with me, since i won't be showing up for some of the work that i booked. that is very, very bad news.
this is an example of the kind of things that happen with me and technology at home. i am a total wizard with technology when i am at work, (which is good, because i get paid well to do it), but when i try to do something at home, it all fails miserably. i think it is some sort of "cosmic trade-off", where i can either be good with technology at work, OR at home. just not both.
i am so fucking annoyed right now, i just want to smash stuff.
this is something that i designed for a group that i am associated with here in toronto. i realise it is not anything special, but i am trying to get into the habit of posting stuff on a regular basis.
edit : apparently it no longer shows up as animated right away on some browsers - click on it to see how it should appear.
this is just a quick video of an experiment i have been working on. i am trying to create a fancy logo background for my clients, in order to make myself a little more valuable to them - and by offering a service that other technicians are not providing. here's to hoping i increase my worth. ps - notice that my name flashes lightly in the video
please keep in mind that this was all just a dream, so it makes the story a little more interesting, especially when you consider how much thought was happening while i was actually still asleep.
i was in a hotel in africa, and i picked up a copy of wired magazine. just as i was starting to get bored by the articles, i turn to a story about a small town in bulgaria, which, as it happens, was written by my friend richard cherry.
i get so excited by this, that i head down to a cafe, and try to write a quick note to him in my journal. the waiter comes up to me and speaks to me in a language i don't know, and i simply respond with "coffee, please". he seems impressed that i knew what he was saying, and says something else to me in his language and hurries off to get my order.
i look down the street, and notice an open air market, with hundreds of people scurrying about getting on with their lives, and i decide that i should go check that out later, but i make the realisation that i should probably leave my wallet back at the hotel, because this looks like the kind of crowd that you can't trust.
while continuing to sit there, ignoring the note i had started to write, it all of a sudden it occurs to me that there is a small dog peeing on the leg of my table, and the urine is then splashing on to my leg and shoe. i kick the dog away, and turn back to my note, which has now blown away, and i have no idea where it has gone.
i decide that it was a silly idea to have been writing a note to richard in the first place, since i only have his email address, but also understand that writing things down while traveling is a much more romantic way of capturing my thoughts and stories.
while scanning the ground surrounding me to try and see if i can recover my wind swept note, i see an old leather bound journal sitting about 3 or 4 meters away from me, and think that perhaps i might go and pick it up, and use that as my new journal. and i would make an honest effort to write more things down, and even try to doodle/sketch. and i think about how neglected my blog has been, and that perhaps i should contribute something to it soon, but i don't feel that i have anything worthwhile, or anything that people would be interested in reading.
i realise that if i wrote more, i could be as good as richard some day.
then again, maybe not.
So i am at the bar one night, (Queen's stinkside), and i am just standing there ogling girls, (because i haven't worked up the courage to go talk to any of them), and this girl just randomly walks up to me and starts mocking the way i am chewing my gum. she goes so far as to suggest that i chew like some sort of ruminant. so i laugh, and ask her if she wants a piece, (intentional triple entendre), and she says yes.
so off we go to my coat, i reach in to the pocket and get her a piece of gum, and we start chatting. we have a good time chatting with each other, and we are really hitting it off. it turns out her name is vicki, and she is a guard at a jail up in penetang, and she is there with a bunch of her guard buddies from work. i tell her that she is probably the prettiest guard on the planet, and she responds with "no, there a guards that are much prettier than her". i respond with "well if that is the case, then i need to get into much more trouble", or something similar.
we go up on the dance floor, and have a few laughs. her guard-buddies are there too, (and let me tell you, that the other girls there LOOK like prison guards. big, beefy proto-lesbian prison guards).
we have such a good time that at the end of the night, i ask for her phone number, and she gives it to me, just before heading off to the washroom. her friend kate comes up to me and says, "i really think you should give vicki a call", and then proceeds to give me vicki's phone number. so i look into my phone book, and they both match, so it looks like this girl is serious.
i hang around with them while they are getting their coats on, and then we head outside so they can get a cab. we hang around for a few more minutes, and then it is time for them to go. quite spontaneously, vicki and i kiss each other quickly. and we part company. and i couldn't stop thinking about her.
i call her a day later, (which i have just learned, is the protocol for future dates to be secured), and let her know that i had a good time, and i want to see her again, but that i will be out of town for a week, so i will call her again when i get back into town, and when i return, i do call her. i have really been looking forward to seeing her, because we really connected well that night.
once again i get her answering machine, but i leave a message, and tell her that i am looking forward to hanging out with her again, and i leave my number.
and i never hear from her.
two or three weeks goes by, and i am wondering what happened to her. why didn't i hear from her? i know that i had the right number because not only did i get the same number twice from two different sources, but the answering machine said vicki on it.
so what is up? should i call her? why didn't she return my calls. perhaps she has a boyfriend, and just happened to be feeling frisky that night. but at least she could have called and said that she wasn't interested in hanging out.
then it dawns on me that i also have the phone number of her friend kate. so i decide to send kate a text message to see if she can offer me any insight for the situation.
and this is how it all went down.
ben : your friend vicki never called me back, which sucks, because i was really hoping to see her again! any idea why i never heard from her?
kate : because you have a criminal record.
ben : Haha! Whatever!
kate : no really. you were a young offender.
ben (kind of pissed off right now) : Wow. that is a shame that i am not allowed to be such a totally different person than when i was a kid. that kinda stings.
kate : what is your middle name and D.O.B., so i can make sure she looked. maybe i can clear your name.
ben : no, she is correct. i was a huge badass when i was younger. have been a good boy since i was 20. nevermind. thanks for your help kate!
kate : sorry. that's the down side of the job. for what it's worth, we still think you are a nice guy. no hard feelings.
ben : totally makes sense, but it totally sucks. i will start ball rolling on a pardon. perhaps i will call her then. thanks again! later.
kate : good idea. once again sorry.
ben : not your fault. hazard of the job. but thank you so much for shedding some light on the situation. very much appreciated! have a good night.
kate : night.
i really don't know what else to say about this subject, other than i can't ask the poor girl to jeopardize her career because of me, but what a load of horse shit.
anyone care to offer their opinion on the subject?
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below is a piece of music that i found while running around the interweb, and thought that some of you might like to have a listen to it, so i posted it here. let me know what you think, so i may post more music here in the future.
you will need flash installed on your system to hear it properly.
Young Americans - "Turning Inside Out"
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so today while doing some reading, i came across the phrase "verbs before nouns", (it was actually the title of a song), and it got me to wondering why the word "noun" is actually a noun, but the word "verb" is not a verb, but is in fact also a noun.
my mind then started to wander a bit more and i began pondering over the accuracy of the statement. if there was a verb in the sentence, and it followed the word verb, it would make the sentence factually incorrect, kind of like as if i was to say "i am a liar, and therefore i always lie".
this is a classic philosophical paradox. if i am always a liar, then by TELLING you that i am always a liar, means that i am telling you the truth, and therefore i am not always a liar, making the accuracy of the statement come into question. but at the same time, i could also be lying by telling you that i always lie, when in fact i am telling you truth, which would mean i am NOT telling you the truth, which would make the statement a lie. kind of circular, no?
does any of this make sense? i am starting to think that i may have just confused myself...........
anyway, if you want to check out more philosophical paradoxes, you can find them here.