Another stupid 'my corner of the web' blog. I plan on this being my outlet for frustration long after my friends have died of boredom listening to me rail for/against "The Man". Then, instead of complaining, I'll just point my friends here!


Shadow Dancers

Does anyone else think that shadow dancers are absolutely fucking beautiful? Everytime I see them, I'm blown away.

The beauty of 'flattening' three dimensions to two is that the rules of geometry change so liberally. In any two dimensional projection of a three dimensional scene, all sorts of impossible things happen. Objects can intersect at will; sizes are malleable, and the whole scene is surreal. Yet, the beauty of the human form is maintained; obviously, your watching a person, no more, no less. In a way, a shadow is a puppet. A perfect puppet, one that responds quite literally at the speed of light, instantaneously playing across our screen.

Change the angle of the projection, and the shape of our flat universe changes. All of this math vividly playing across our screen, with sexual overtones divorced from the identity of the dancer. It's almost as if the very essence of the dance is transmitted to the screen; no faces, no skin, no clothing, nothing to come between the observer and the act of the dance. It's an eerie reduction of (wo)man to a tapistry, with sex and rock 'n roll (or jungle house, as the case may be) injected liberally.

Ooooo.... The metaphors are so cheesy you can taste 'em.

Well, I dig it.

I guess the beauty of it is that we aren't really going from three dimensions to two; we're going from four dimensions (don't forget time!) to three; and we aren't playing games with statues. Time stays in our artwork, its the axis representing depth we subtract.

Oh, and don't forget the thumping house, the energy drink & vodkas, and the massed, sweaty crowd of revelers. Is this a cult? Is this a club? Is it both? Whatever-- No time for questions. Onwards!

In other news, creative people have more (and better) sex. Hah. What a surprise....


Tonsils are coming out tomorrow. Deviated Septum being corrected. Possibly some cleaning and drainage of my sinuses, too. I'm sure this is going to be lots of fun. I've read people loose 10-15 lbs when they have tonsil surgery; sounds like a bonus feature, to me.

I guess I'll have lots of time for my boy Mand, in World of Warcraft. Unless of course I bleed to death, in which case the first person to comment on my blog gets all my stuff :-)

I believe the technique my doctor is using is 'Coblation'. I'll post a review tomorrow. Information follows:
Bipolar Radiofrequency Ablation (Coblation): This procedure produces an ionized saline layer that disrupts molecular bonds without using heat. As the energy is transferred to the tissue, ionic dissociation occurs. This mechanism can be used to remove all or only part of the tonsil. It is done under general anesthesia in the operating room and can be used for enlarged tonsils and chronic or recurrent infections. This causes removal of tissue with a thermal effect of 45-85 C°. The advantages of this technique are less pain, faster healing, and less post operative care.
Even better! Who wants to watch the video? Sadly, WMV or RealPlayer required. Smarter geeks will be able to run both on Linux.


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Get your seats early. This place is a good after-hours bar. Come 2 am, this place gets packed. Like Tai's till 4, but better. I'm surprised I've never been here before, but the crowd is tons and tons of fun.

Don't underdress; you'll be surprised at who walks into this place. I'll be back for sure; good music, good bartenders, great crowd, 4+ am; what's not to love?

Not a bad pickup scene, either. You'd be surprised what 3 foolish drinkers can do with a little bit of charm. If you take a date, prepare to chase some people off; this isn't a meat market, but its crowded and late. Even on a Tuesday.

I met a commodities trader with a name you wouldn't believe. I haven't yet decided whether or not its reasonable blog-ettique to post names, so I'll leave it off. Maybe I'll ask her at dinner whether she minds; I'll have to figure out a way to not creep her out with the question. Let it suffice to say that her name brought on the day.

Oh, and watch out for the nude performance artists. They'll get you everytime.


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Tiny Lounge. Hell yes. This place was happening at 10 pm. It doesn't take many people to get this place going, and the bartender was amazing. Highly, Highly recommended.

Order the Espresso Martini. You won't be disappointed.


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The Long Room. Metromix really likes this place, but it was dead; at least at 8 pm.

Fantastic beer selection. Those Belgium ales are delicious.


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And this is how a crazy tuesday night starts. The city is getting awfully beautiful these days. If only I felt comfortable dragging a digital camera around rather than this craptacular camera phone.

Anyone want to donate a Nokia N90 for.... erm... research purposes?


And they laughed at Bozo The Clown, too

Not sure if anyone gets that, but there's a quote about Einstein, saying they laughed at him, Edison, and others.

One of the fun things about being self-employed is that it can do a huge number on your self-esteem. When business is good, life is _very_ peachy, after all its all on your shoulders. When business is bad, life is very depressing. No one else to blame (except the government, money grubbing bastards ;-) ).

I'm in the process of re-launching our premier odor control process. This is a very exciting time. Once upon a time, the primary person responsible for marketing this compound died, and the project was basically shut down. I came upon it, and was very impressed with our scientific results. 4 months later, after trial packaging, and a few more test results, and a new production run, we are ready to go.

Coming to a porta-potty near you! Chemical companies do interesting things, don't they......


Flickr is pretty cool!

And only moderately beastly to upload to, from Linux, using Picassa. The Uploadr seems to work fine using Wine, which is pretty cool. Now, if I could only get Picassa to pull pictures from my USB camera properly. I get a bizarre usb error:
usb 2-4: new full speed USB device using ohci_hcd and address 4
scsi2 : SCSI emulation for USB Mass Storage devices
usb-storage: device found at 4
usb-storage: waiting for device to settle before scanning
usb 2-4: USB disconnect, address 4
usb 2-4: new full speed USB device using ohci_hcd and address 5
usb 2-4: device descriptor read/64, error -110
usb 2-4: device descriptor read/64, error -110
usb 2-4: new full speed USB device using ohci_hcd and address 6
usb 2-4: device descriptor read/64, error -110
usb 2-4: device descriptor read/64, error -110
usb 2-4: new full speed USB device using ohci_hcd and address 7
usb 2-4: device not accepting address 7, error -110
usb 2-4: new full speed USB device using ohci_hcd and address 8
usb 2-4: device not accepting address 8, error -110
Very Strange. Then the camera freezes. Must be a problem with kernel 2.6.14, 'cause I'm sure I had it working before.


Fuck this Noise

Misery is for wimps. This night, we go out on the town.

Edit: Outch, Outch. That's my poor, aching head. Mystic Celt->Luxbar->Dublin's Pub.

Drunk people make stupid decisions. Then they end up drunker. That's also how we^H^H ahem, my friends, make dates with people who's names they won't remember in the morning.

I guess thats what has happened to the youth of today. We're a total mess. The cool aura of sophstication? That's an act. So is everything else.

Then again, I highly, highly doubt that anyone will ever find anything on the inside. I'd bet 100 pesos that anyone out there who truly believes that they are 'real' is either evil or full of shit.

The rest of us? We're the floatsam on a jello ocean of emotional ripples and cultural currents.

You know, I just don't get it.

Why women do the things that they do.

But I got a kick out of this heartwarming study.

And I quote:
Levels of the NGF protein in the 39 people (out of 58) still in the same new relationship after a year had reduced to base-line levels. Report co-author Piergluigi Politi said the study suggests that "acute love" fades over time. Looking for deeper feelings beyond the first flush of love was outside the scope of the research

Doesn't that just make you feel all warm and mushy?

Eek. I have a parking ticket

Cayman Net News: Late night police raid for $20 ticket

Now I'm genuinely afraid of what will happen if I ignore my City of Chicago parking ticket. 4 armed policed officers wearing bullet proof vests banging on her walls at 11 pm?

I assume the death squad will be along for me shortly.

I'm going to go pay my ticket now.

P.S. Is it just me, or does blogger produce some really screwed-up HTML? I feel much more comfortable working in "Edit Html" than "Compose". Maybe it's because I'm crazy, that's often the problem. Ho-hum.

Hmm.. My corner of the web.

I wonder if I'll have the time to actually put up some content.

Real men don't keep a journal. They type up the story of their life, and post it on a public server. Yadda Yadda. Something like that, anyways.