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Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008
1:40 pm
party at our place this friday 10/24
Dear Ones,
Bruce and I cordially invite you to our humble abode for a most frightful autumnal gathering...
This Friday, October 24, beginning at 9p.m.
Our address:
663 - 63rd Street
Oakland, CA
cross street is Shattuck, one block over from Alcatraz
We do hope you will come...
With darkest regards,
~Ariellah and Bruce~
Sunday, September 16th, 2007
2:06 pm
bruce's pink paradise

My coworkers decorated my office while I was away at Burning Man..

Strangely, after the non-stop surrealism that is Burning Man, it felt perfectly normal to work in an office like this.
Sunday, March 11th, 2007
4:08 pm
grocery silliness
Have you ever done this? You're out grocery shopping, you see something and you think to yourself, "I think I'm out of those, I better get one." Then you get home to discover that not only were you not out of them, but you've already made the same mistake before, and so now you have a cupboard full of whatever it is.

I usually keep about 4 to 6 pounds of bacon in the house -- at costco it comes in that size. Cleaning out the freezer today, I just discovered that I have over thirty pounds of bacon.
Monday, December 4th, 2006
4:21 pm
Fire dancing classes, anyone?
I'm thinking about teaching a fire dancing workshop, starting in January some time.

Is anyone interested to learn fire dancing from me?

I'm thinking sunday afternoons (4pm-6pm or thereabouts) for about 6-8 weeks.
Classes would cover some fire eating, fire fingers, and then either poi or staff, maybe both
if there's a lot of interest.
Thursday, November 9th, 2006
10:43 am
My birthday is this week, so I've been thinking about age.

Lately I haven't been able to remember how old I am. Every time I think about it, I have to subtract the current year from my birth year in order to recall.
Does that happen to everyone in their mid-decade years? (mid-twenties, mid-thirties, etc.)

I've decided to start counting my age in hexadecimal. That way, I can be in my twenties for another 16 years.
Thursday, August 10th, 2006
8:41 am
the test results came up negative
There's a beggar on the corner outside my office. Every morning I see him sitting crosslegged on the curb with a sign that says, "testing for human kindness."

That sign is so heartwrenching, whenever I walk past him I have a strong urge to kick him in the face.
Thursday, July 27th, 2006
6:58 pm
base irony
Based on recommendations from some coworkers, I went and bought a book called _Getting Things Done_.
I started reading it and got part way through, but haven't gotten around to finishing it.
Friday, June 2nd, 2006
9:50 am
Monday, April 24th, 2006
12:58 pm
are we the "fancy animal?"
The wedding last night reminded me of this essay, which I read originally on the sleeve of the Idiot Flesh album,
titled "Fancy":

Towards an Understanding of Human Fanciness from Ashes: the surviving fragments of John Kane. Sleepytime Gorilla Press 1955

Of all the human drives which lie beyond the animal realm of preservation and propagation, perhaps the least understood or most overlooked is the infinite capacity for fanciness. The word fancy, originally a contraction of fantasy, has through time become so versatile as to be almost useless, which makes it all the more useful for our purpose. It is altogether fitting that fancy functions as a noun, verb or adjective and has meanings ranging from inclination and ornamental excellence to caprice and empty inflation of worth. In all its current uses there is a slight weakness, a mode of the emphatic that stops short of even being decisively sarcastic. In short, the word fancy is a fancy word. Let us turn to its creator. Any attempt to characterize with a single term such a long and multifarious experiment as the human race must necessarily fail unless that term is itself mired in endless diversity and elusive tone. Such a term is fancy.

From pre-history it can be seen that what raises man above the animals (if indeed this can be claimed at all) is a special capacity that has long and mistakenly been identified as reason, but which we now venture to call fanciness. It is now generally accepted that reason cannot bear the weight that Western tradition has assigned to it as the definitive characteristic of the irrational animal. Reason implies necessity: a faculty for responding to given situations; a tool for synthetic problem solving and continued learning. This is , of course, not wrong, only partial. What reason overlooks is the insatiable drive towards problem-creating, making simple situations insolubly difficult, elaborating every aspect of life beyond function, beyond beauty, beyond usefulness, and finally beyond sustainability. This unreasonable, mindless complexity is the true hallmark of our species. It is our glory and undoing. Neither glittering towers nor mass graves are the work of a ational animal Culture and its annihilation are unnecessary, only the rewards of constant and unmotivated growth-for-its-own-sake.

The illogic of fanciness would have man cut off his feet to wear them on his head, followed by the legs, torso, etc., until the head rests on the ground and the last fancy move would be to return the head to its original place atop the neck, where it could then devote itself to something more useful- an essay perhaps, or digging a hole in which to bury old hats. Here we arrive, naturally, at an abyss. If our fancy animal wanders far enough to the right or to the left, it will find in either direction the yawning chasm of the abyss (so the world is round after all). To the right is the path of self-extension, of leaving one s mark, of empire; to the left is the path of self-annihilation, of losing oneself in the world, of love. These are the twin extasies of fanciness, which are inseparable: to shine with an unbearable brightness, and in that brightness to disappear.
Monday, February 6th, 2006
4:17 pm
Ask Mr Livejournal
Dear Lazyweb:

Should I get a Black RAZR, a SideKick II, or a Treo?
Friday, December 16th, 2005
2:57 pm
Bush 'backed spying on Americans'

From slashdot:

"President Bush abusing his power? No, you've got to be kidding me. I can't believe it. After all, this is the guy who wanted to help New Orleans but just couldn't because of those darn rules maybe being in the way.

That aside: Bad week for the Neocons.

First, they're not allowed to torture people anymore (not that we ever did, right? I mean, I'm sure the folks at those secret CIA prisons in eastern Europe were Geneva Convention poster boys). Then the PATRIOT act gets blocked so they have to go deal with those darn activist judges to get warrants again. Now, people are acting like the President can't override statute with an executive order! Next thing you know, people will actually want leaders who follow the Constitution. Heck, this keeps up and nobody'll want to be President of the United States anymore - we're just takin' all the fun out of it.

I personally look forward to the day when the GOP has something to do with, you know, conservatism again. "Spend responsibly" rolls off the tongue better than "constant wanton abuse of power". Still, at least it was just violation of the agreement that forms the basis of our government and not, you know, a blowjob. Otherwise the nation might have to sit through another impeachment."
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
12:25 pm
Measure H passed!
The people who vote in San Francisco are idiots.

Correction: the majority of people who vote in San Francisco are idiots.

Congratulations, San Francisco, you just voted yourself into being a police state.

OPINION: San Francisco Gun Ban A Losing Proposition
Monday, October 31st, 2005
11:22 am
Resonate with anyone?
"Nice-ism n. tendency, more or less socially codified, to approach reality in terms of whether others behave cordially; tyranny of decorum which disallows thinking or actingfor oneself; mode of interaction based upon the above absence of critical judgement or autonomy.

All of us prefer what is friendly, sincere, pleasant-nice. But in an immiserated world of pervasive and real crisis, which should be causing all of us to radically reassess everything, the nice can be the false.

The face of domination is often a smiling one, a cultured one. Auschwitz comes to mind, with its managers who enjoyed their Goethe and Mozart. Similarly, it was not evil-looking monsters who built the A-bomb but nice liberal intellectuals. Ditto regarding those who are computerizing life and those who in other ways are the mainstays of participation in this rotting order, just as it is the nice businessperson (self-managed or otherwise) who is the backbone of a cruel work-and-shop existence by concealing it's real horrors.

Cases of niceism include the peaceniks, whose ethic of niceness puts them-again and again and again-in stupid ritualized, no-win situations, those Earth First!ers who refuse to confront the thorouhly reprehensible ideology at the top of "their" organization, and Fifth Estate, whose highly important contributions now seem to be in danger of an eclipse by liberalism. All the single-issue causes, from ecologism to feminism, and all the militancy in their service, are only ways of evading the necessity of a qualitative break with more than just the excesses of the system.

The nice as the perfect enemy of tactical or analytical thinking: Be agreeable; don't let having radical ideas make waves in your personal behavior. Accept the pre-packaged methods and limits of the daily strangulation. Ingrained deference, the conditioned response to "play by the rules"-authority's rules-this is the real Fifth Column, the one within us.

In the context of a mauled social life that demands the drastic as a minimum response toward health, niceism becomes more and more infantile, conformist and dangerous. It cannot grant joy, only more routine and isolation. The pleasure of authenticity exists only against the grain of society. Niceism keeps us all in our places, confusedly reproducing all that we supposedly abhor. Let's stop being nice to this nightmare and all who would keep us in it."

-- From the "Nihilist Dictionary", quoted by John Zerzan
Thursday, September 15th, 2005
4:11 pm
Come with me to New Model Army this Saturday
I have an extra ticket for the New Model Army this Saturday.
Anyone want to go?
Wednesday, July 13th, 2005
10:34 am
anyone want a sewing project?
I want to have a coat made for me, for burning man this year. Anyone out there who sews,
who wants a project (and wants to make a few bucks?)
Monday, May 23rd, 2005
5:07 pm
east bay riot?
Anyone know if it's happening this year?
Thursday, April 21st, 2005
10:50 am
Suppose there was a suicide pill: painless, instant, 100% effective, and readily available.

Would you still be alive today?
Thursday, March 24th, 2005
7:36 pm
Do we need another musician-priest?
If you're going to the New Model Army show tonight, or went, please read.

It's an excerpt from a book called "Confessions of a Mild-Mannered Enemy of the State".

Substitute New Model Army (or your band of choice) for Gary Snyder, and apply liberally.

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Thursday, March 10th, 2005
6:19 pm
Ten Things I've Done that You Probably Haven't
Giving in to the meme...

  1. Flew from Japan to SF, hopped in a car and straightaway drove to LA to visit my girlfriend, who, on my arrival, dumped me.
  2. Knocked someone unconscious with one kick.
  3. Performed an improv partner hand-balancing and acrobatics routine in front of 30,000 people, with someone I just met.
  4. Was filmed making sausage.
  5. Walked on stilts at the Folsom Street Fair.
  6. Published a paper on machine learning in a peer reviewed computer science journal -- without even knowing it.
  7. Started a belly dancing troupe, which performed at the largest belly dance event in the country.
  8. Attended five colleges, completing three majors and a master's degree, but dropped out of high school.
  9. Had as a research adviser the man who invented the "smilie."
  10. Rode a motorcycle 1500 miles in three days just to spend time with someone who I wasn't dating (nor trying to date).
Friday, March 4th, 2005
7:33 pm
white elephants, anyone?
Anyone wanna go to the white elephant sale with me tomorrow?
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