ok ok pretty cool. But may I just say that shortly after the next Delicious Top 50 or what have you was “Urgent Sexting.”

I cannot remember what this was in reference to

written end of 2009!? Shit thank god I’ve become a better writer since then (not a better pianist though :.(

Still, I might do something with this later and this blog or what have you is for me and you :.)

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you are living in this life of yours and I am in the corner 
I am in the corner watching this new life of yours begin
every few months I take a snapshot and I always destroy the film
afterwards, thinking having no record will make this new present less real. 
but it doesn’t. 
I take pictures because I’m not doing anything
you are acting you are doing
I am watching, I am washed over by your life
enveloped in it. 
You handle the entire conversation at dinner
and I am watching still. 
I talk and mumble and I cannot even hear what I am saying. 
no one is listening and everyone is talking at each other
like in a movie. but less polished
no one knows their lines, it’s amazing whole words are even making z
it out and aren’t swallows by my esophagus. 
I don’t want this, I want to go back to 
pine breakfronts. back when tv’s were big, when there had to be Something 
there to support them, something substantial. 
Because in that life there is me, and you are upstairs, you are doing 
whatever you were doing, maybe washing the dishes, or watching 
Charlie rose or something like this. 
in this life I am Doing, and Dad is watching, he is loving every moment of it. 

every pirouette. cascading silhouettes

but at the dinner table i am doing nothing. 
at the movies I am doing nothing
you two are watching intently, ferociously. 

I want to gag. 

But I give up, indifferent. let the whole scene wash over me
like a piano falling from the sky.

more writing lost then found

post-it for future essay, so glad that I found this and am wondering if it counts as found if you never remember losing it (or writing it). 

THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
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My mom collected books. But unlike most book enthusiasts she didn’t believe in bookshelves, in exhibiting the bounty of her obsession, instead she hid books in closets and under tables. She stacked them under beds, stacked them even under precarious furniture creations (her other obsession being interior design). And while so many went unread, occasionally they would creep out from their stowed away places, or I would form an image of them pieced together stowed in my subconscious, pieced from grabbing my coat from the closet so many times. Or I would find them while unpacking winter sweaters (exchanging them for summer shorts and tank tops). Their contents remain unknown, but the titles run across my memory as if etched there in secret. This one especially.

 

poems poems and no place to put them

Found this and the next few by accident in my harddrive. Not polished enough for https://yotinthepot.wordpress.com/ (I’m trying to at least keep my online virtual world somewhat organized)

This one isn’t great, but seems like a good start given the warmer weather we’ve beeng having…

my feet are cold

through socks and shoes

underneath covers and pillows

underneath is the coldest cold 

underneath are my feet.

Cover Me

I have 4 Covers of pop songs that I’ve started. 

I get into it, transpose it maybe, start to write it down. 

But then I can’t ever keep myself from keeping to the song. There’s something about pop songs that’s so disappointing. 

For instance, today I listened to the opening track to the new TV On The Radio. 

The lyrics are great the thought is great, his tone is rich, honest. 

But then they need the trendy chorus, and it’s like the commercial break broke into my deep moment. I can’t work with this!!!

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I’ve been listening to this song on repeat. I think I like it so much because I recall her expression in the video while she’s singing it. Still my favorite Bjork video. A close second is Alexander Mcqueen’s version of Alarm Call that uses the remix.

(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)

Girls and Their Rooms

and that’s why I voted for Colbert. Like, a long time ago.

walkoutofhermind:

Apparently Sen. John Kyl said that abortions constitute “well over 90 percent of what Planned Parenthood does.” Which is not true, the real figure is around 3 percent…in response, Kyl’s office said that his remark was “not intended to be a factual statement.”

And so, because he is awesome, Stephen Colbert has been tweeting non factual statements about John Kyl all day. And they are amazing. Long Live Colbert Nation. 

New Music

I feel kind of sad that I put so little effort into discovering new music to listen to. It used to be something that I did, but these days I really just have no interest. Perhaps it’s super nihilist of me or something, but it just doesn’t seem worth the effort, especially when I already have so much that I love. 

I realize this is a terrible attitude. I mean were I to suddenly appear making music in some version of reality where I did not know myself, I would not discover myself. ! 

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Iva Bittova + Dunaj: V Bilem

I think I’m going to learn this one if I can make a cool piano accompaniment for it. 
The vocal range is exactly what I want to work on.  

Gödel’s Incompleteness Theorem: explained in words of one syllable

First of all, when I say “proved”, what I will mean is “proved with the aid of the whole of math”. Now then: two plus two is four, 

as you well know. And, of course, it can be proved that two plus two is four (proved, that is, with the aid of the whole of 

math, as I said, though in the case of two plus two, of course we do not need the whole of math to prove that it is 

four). And, as may not be quite so clear, it can be proved that it can be proved that two plus two is four, as well. And it 

can be proved that it can be proved that it can be proved that two plus two is four. And so on. In fact, if a claim can be 

proved, then it can be proved that the claim can be proved. And that too can be proved. 

Now: two plus two is not five. And it can be proved that two plus two is not five. And it can be proved that it can be proved 

that two plus two is not five, and so on. 

Thus: it can be proved that two plus two is not five. Can it be proved as well that two plus two is five? It would be a real blow 

to math, to say the least, if it could. If it could be proved that two plus two is five, then it could be proved that five is 

not five, and then there would be no claim that could not be proved, and math would be a lot of bunk. 

So, we now want to ask, can it be proved that it can’t be proved that two plus two is five? Here’s the shock: no, it can’t. Or 

to hedge a bit: if it can be proved that it can’t be proved that two plus two is five, then it can be proved as well that 

two plus two is five, and math is a lot of bunk. In fact, if math is not a lot of bunk, then no claim of the form “claim X 

can’t be proved” can be proved. 

So, if math is not a lot of bunk, then, though it can’t be proved that two plus two is five, it can’t be proved that it can’t be 

proved that two plus two is five. 

By the way, in case you’d like to know: yes, it can be proved that if it can be proved that it can’t be proved that two plus two 

is five, then it can be proved that two plus two is five. 

George Boolos, 199

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Amaranth Borsuk’s “Between Page and Screen” is mesmerizing. 

The concept, the technology, the writing. 

http://www.betweenpageandscreen.com/

She gave a talk last week at MIT. The book’s images are tagged to specific poems/graphics available on the site only through the tagged images. The poems start as epistles and evolve into shorter couplets and are love letters between P and S. 

Page and Screen cannot live without each other, you can only access the text if you have both. 

(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)

RFID with Arduino

So awesome. Will come in useful for my upcoming Interactive Fiction masterpiece. boohahaha!

RFID with Arduino

Cool! We read Borghes in my Interactive and Nonlinear Narrative class. 
Loved it as well. Perhaps I’ll check out this as well pre-final project, thanks for the tip. 

evhan55:

I need to buy the New Media Reader and do some readings in it.  I really enjoyed the essays we read for seminar:  The Garden of Forking Paths, in particular.  I have a feeling there are essays in this book that I should be reading.  They speak to the technology in ways I can appreciate.

http://www.newmediareader.com/about.html

kitchen/chicken dreaming

I’ve been without a kitchen for so long, that once I have one I might actually foray into beyond-fish meat dishes. crazy I know. but this looks delicious!

kitchen/chicken dreaming

Thinking about doing this in my free time this summer.

free time, as if that will actually be a thing.

Still, seems pretty awesome.

Thinking about doing this in my free time this summer.