Monthly Archives: July 2004

Blogging Defined

WOLF BLITZER: So, Fafnir and Giblets, what IS a blog?
FAFNIR: Blogs are the future Wolf.
GIBLETS: Yes! They are MADE of the future! We extract the future’s pure temporal essence an squeeze it into cables an modems an T3 lines it becomes a blog!
F: A blog… of the future.
WB: How much thought goes into your “web blog” “posts”?
F: Oh we do not think at all when we post! That would defeat the entire purpose!
G: Blogs must be spontaneous intant reactions to the lightning events of the everyday! Giblets fires up a random news article, pounds his head against the keyboard several times, an hits the “publish” button for the purest of pure blog posts!
F: Otherwise you are not truly flowin in the electric consciousness Wolf.

Read the rest at Fafblog!

Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe

No, this is not a physcis thing.
However, you may think you used to live in a tiny universe after you have spent an hour or two in the grip of these musicians. Small venues and up close are best.
I really enjoyed their performance at Bumbershoot last year and wish this relatively short set was amongst the over over 100 shows available for download or streaming at the Internet Archive.
If you like the music burn some copies for yourself and your friends, attend a show next time they are in your area and, yes, buy a CD or two.
And, while you are at it, thumb your nose at the RIAA and its albatross clients.

You Have Kept Those Papers, Haven’t You?

Huh, what papers? Your archives, of course.
For some of you these may now be all electronic but for those just a bit older most will still be paper based: copies of letters written and received, journals, photos, school papers, etc.
This geologist who recently Looked back at buried treasure reminded of this and the fact that I am tempted daily by the boxes of papers and other archival materials scattered about the house:

The hidden gems of my portfolio were definitely the reflections. Reading these gave me a chuckle. It was nice to see that as I progressed through high school, the writing quality (and the handwriting) improved dramatically.
Everyone remembers disecting in high school, whether you enjoyed it or not. I definitely enjoyed it. The lab was fairly standard. It had diagrams with organs that the student had to identify, along with basic questions that involved looking inside the rat. In fact, when I sniffed the paper, I can still smell traces of the formaldehyde where the rats were stored at. Ah, the memories!
Yes, the memories and the history. Save your archives. If not for you then for that child, grandchild, nephew, or ?, who will be absolutely fascinated by the treasure.
Via Tangled Bank #8 and Pharyngula.