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Time served

At last I can lay my dead Schrödinger Kitty to rest. Chris Marker's Le fond de l'air est rouge finally comes to DVD.
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More Hobbies of the 21st Century

The UFO Flyby.




























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Hobbies of the 21st Century

First it was videogame stunt videos. Now...




















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An old high school friend of mine recently mentioned the Fail Blog and I just have to say...

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Truth 23.976 times a second

He makes more than just quality scissor lifts.
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End of the Road: Day 838

That's right, the long trip is over and I have been safely reintegrated into the Matrix where I can now savor my juicy and delicious steak. Though there's much to be said about the last crazy-ass 2.3 years I need to get back to Chez Hrissikopoulos to slot-a-into-tab-b some Ikea floor lamps and prepare to host my first home invasion. Sweet dreams.
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Hammer Time

...Within my writings my Zarathustra stands by itself. I have with this book given mankind the greatest gift that has ever been given it. With a voice that speaks across millennia, it is not only the most exalted book that exists, the actual book of the air of the heights -- the entire fact man lies at a tremendous distance beneath it -- it is also the profoundest, born out of the innermost abundance of truth, an inexhaustible well into which no bucket descends without coming up filled with gold and goodness. Here there speaks no 'prophet', none of those gruesome hybrids of sickness and Will to Power called founders of religions... here there speaks no fanatic, here is no 'preaching', here faith is not demanded: out of an infinite abundance of light and depth of happiness there falls drop after drop, word after word -- a tender slowness of pace is the tempo of these discourses. Such things as this reach only the most select; it is an incomparable privilege to be a listener here; no one is free to have ears for Zarathustra... With all this, is Zarathustra not a seducer? ...but what does he himself say when for the first time he again goes back into his solitude? Precisely the opposite of that which any sort of 'sage', 'saint', 'world-redeemer' or other décadent would say in such a case... he does not only speak differently, he is different...

I now go away alone, my disciples! You too now go away and be alone! So I will have it. Go away from me and guard yourselves against Zarathustra! And better still: be ashamed of him! Perhaps he has deceived you. The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. One repays a teacher badly if one remains only a pupil. And why, then, should you not pluck at my laurels? You respect me; but how if one day your respect should tumble? Take care that a falling statue does not strike you dead! You say you believe in Zarathustra? But of what importance is Zarathustra? You are my believers: but of what importance are all believers? You had not yet sought yourselves when you found me. Thus do all believers; therefore all belief is of so little account.

Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have denied me will I return to you...

Friedrich Nietzsche,
Introduction to Ecce Homo
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Day 820

Wow, just plug in my Wacom Bamboo tablet and turn on speech recognition and suddenly I'm in the future. It really sneaks up on ya. We may not have colonized the moon and dug up that black monolith yet but I did video Skype someone yesterday and then had a nice game of chess by voice with my computer so I guess 2 out of 3 isn't too bad.
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Wherefore art thou, Marble Madness?

Ah, what a sight to behold after all these years -- even if HWG sucks ass. Damn I still love that music.
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Psycho commie fascist arthouse

Coming to Criterion: Masaki Kobayashi's Dead-and-Red sextuple-feature The Human Condition, two or three more by Godard + Roman Polanski's Repulsion, which is pretty much my sex life cinéma vérité.
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These are a few of my favorite things

#37) Curious wireless router names
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Ours is not to wonder why

But for the sheep just another incomprehensible day of fear and trepidation.
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Day 796

Well, there was a 4-day margin of uncertainty there since I don't know what month Thoreau's sojourn actually started in, but no matter which it was we've got his day tally unequivocally licked now. Don't think I'll be going on to 1001 nights for literary extra credit, though -- enough summers sleeping in a stuffy metal box already. I'd've liked to have at least dumped a few sentimental waypoints onto this thing over the last few months but I've been busy as fucking hell. Work, my other work and my quasi-religious avocation have a way of shoveling it on at the same time -- of course. I can't even remember the last time I had an evening to do nothing but nothing. And thank god.
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Goodbye Marie Pillet

What to say?
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Dead wood starts a fire

Well, I guess I'm long overdue for a bout of insomnia so I might as well ring up a little on this fateful night. Like Patton cooling his heels in his mirror-ceiling'd English suite on the eve of D-day I have to believe that this moment can only be the product of the precision movement of some relentless, ticking destiny. Now that the neverending roadtrip is winding down I find myself looking back at the all the deaths, births, broken bones, shattered dreams and sublime new visions of the last 763 days. At any other time in my life I would be going down in flames on a night like this, but instead I feel like Zarathustra coming down from the mountain. And high props to the writer of my paraprescient November dream. I don't know if it's as good as the one I had in the cold winter of '94, that night before I decided to break with the previous summer's plan to return to NYC that December, to stay -- in which I die, bitter and angry, in a collapsing skyscraper with my ex-girlfriend -- but the people, places and accents in it sure were spot on. Author!
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From the IEEE Computer Society Vault

Grady and The Real HAL.
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Eiffel's Ghost

Contract-Driven Development options for .NET from Microsoft, et al. Though I hear the MS version only works with the Dev Studio Team licen$e. Still waiting for the knock-off of EiffelStudio's Code/Contract/UMLy-thing view. Maybe I'll finally have a reason to throw Bertrand Meyer's tome back onto the stack.
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Don't ask, don't tell

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In the beginning was the keyword

Unfortunately, this is probably only funny for the superdorks.
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Year Two

T-minus two months and counting until I match Thoreau's tent time on the shores of Walden Pond and it's looking like I might just find myself back amongst the behoveled soon thereafter after all. By 2, 2 and 2 I think it's safe to say I'll have pinched, pilfered and pocketed pretty much everything that was on my list back on that bright and sunny morning in early '07. And I declare it now: the instant I do have a roof over my head again, these rags that I've been sporting/sleeping on for the last 2+ years will all be burned and replaced with a wardrobe consisting entirely of nice, immaculate suits. I am so done with the hobowear thing.
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Yay! Moving on...

Peter Bogdanovich in the flesh at the New Beverly on the 21st and 23rd, and programming all next week. No At Long Last Love, alas. I don't care what Brando says, I love Cybill Shepherd's singing.
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Alfred Hitchcock Presented

Lotsa Hitchcock at the Cinematheque starting on the 22nd. What a perfect time to read the book most despised by William Goldman. Or listen to the recordings from whence it was culled.
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More fun than NFPA 704

"Coke or Weed?" is eerily similar to the "Kahlúa, Weed or Cocaine?" game I forced several of my friends to play with Luke Y. Thompson's video of Cathy Seipp's Jahrzeit.
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It's Alive!

Another late night in my hotel room calibrating my 35mm lens adapter and running tests.
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Day 701

A happy 2009 to one and all. Hope your New Year's Eve was everything you wanted it to be. Mine was good, except for the part about only getting one hour of sleep. Consequently, I've been hearing voices and strange music all day -- these hypnagogic hallucinations used to creep me out until I finally read "Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman" in high school and discovered that he had the same lifelong affliction. What a relief that was. I guess insanity loves company.
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