I Like My Bike - Doot! Doot! Doot!

I got to station NE8 as the Southbound train left. I started bicycling for the next station, and skidded around Buckhead's new old streets, and reached N7 (Phipps) in time to catch the next train. 9 Japanese tourists watched me lean against my bright yellow bike and read.

From station N5, I zig-zag'ed home through firemen and witches.

Dah!

I Think I Had a Dream About Semiotics

I'm not sure what it meant.

I think I agree with David T -- the act of creating new music is a valuable service that people are willing to pay for, even retroactively in the form of donations (as Radiohead is proving). It's the bits that have no value.

As one of the previous posters mentioned (who paid on the website but then downloaded via a P2P network) creating music and distributing music are entirely different operations. The first one is valuable, the second one isn't.

-stolen from someone's response on the some the pho mailing list.

I keep forgetting this blog exists..

If I was going to tattoo something to myself, it would probably be a list of things to always remember, like:

7: Always make bad decisions.
8: Don't trust teenagers.
9: Wake up early. Shower. Dress.
10: If you have to hide all your easily stolen electronics and drugs before a girl comes over, it is a sign that the relationship doesn't have much of a future.

I Love the Internet

"First and foremost I am a Christian . I am and will continue to be a virgin until I get married. I am an extreme Conservative as well. Yes, I am looking for my prince charming, and he'll probably carry both a blade and a gun. He'll be a gentleman, but willing to back up what he says and protect those things he holds dear. Please note, I am not going to sleep with you! I do not care if you have 2 inches or 10 inches it's not going to happen. Forget it, move on!"

Days Like This

I'm trying to write some sort of Nietzchian critique of golden-age Greek cosmology. And I'm about done. And then my friend asks if I've read Nietzche's The Birth of Tragedy. Which is apparently his critique of cosmology. Which I, of course, haven't read.

Damn it.

I'm gonna go chug energy drink until my earwax tastes like Guarana extract.

Things Which Make Me Sleepy:

Knitting
Pirates
Ninja
Notes From the Underground
Graffiti
Skulls
Facebook
The Sun