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I just noticed last night that the blurb I sent in so.... so long ago has made it to the alumni notes section of the Cornell Alumni Magazine. If you recognized my name and decided to stop by - thanks. If we knew each other, I'd love to hear from you. You can send mail to my old school address [lifetime email forwarding from CU! : cay4 @ cornell dot edu]. Also, meet my friend des. She's on here as well. Thanks for the visit and I apologize for the lack of life updates. I'm living it instead of managing record mode and peering through a viewfinder.

Thanks for stopping by and please do shoot me an email. Have a great day! --Cyrus

a few lessons learned from the trip to hell's canyon. another indescribable trip for many reasons.

- being cynical is not a flattering way of avoiding things of which you're afraid, especially when you're at a wedding, drunk, and showing your breasts to every man who will look at them (she did have nice breasts, though).

- i'm afraid of death. and marriage. and having kids. and falling in love.

- fear is fueled by uncertainty and is most intense when you have something valuable to lose.

- there's really not too much to lose by falling in love and uncertainty isn't a very encouraging way to live an inspired life.

- there is a lot to lose by dying, getting married, and having kids but i guess you get to a point when you're ready to exchange those things with what you'll lose. danielle was clearly ready to trade it all in - but she didn't have much to lose but mountains of despair.

- when you're sitting in a tent with visions of being the next set of names in the news that was never recovered from an Oregon blizzard, the claim that "we've got plenty of food to wait this thing out for several days" isn't the most comforting thing to hear.

- geology is confusing.

- scrabble is a great conversational stunt.

in a related note, i just ran across a quote that i captured back in 1997 from catcher in the rye (i think) that sums up my most recent experiences with nature and spirituality and death and love (of which there have been so many!)

"but most of all, above everything else, who in the bible besides jesus knew that we're carrying the kingdom of heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddamn stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look...jesus realized there is no separation from god."

jd salinger is brilliant.

so today is earth day, which i'm mostly opposed to celebrating in the same way that i resent going to church on sundays. filter out appreciation of nature and your relationship with god from the rest of your weekly routine and we all end up a bunch of hypocrits.

02.22.07

oh boy. it has been another indescribable day. we left at 8am to head to the rangitata river. it felt a little contrived when we were picked up in a bus that said “river from the sky” on the side. i later came to learn why; in maui, rangi means river and tata means sky. the rangitata river was not actually the color of the sky but something so much more brilliant - much more intense than the grey, dull clouds and sheets of rain that blew across our faces all day. despite the rain and the cold and the lack of sun, i couldn’t unhook the smile from my ears. we began in a flat, braided river as jimmie warned us of what we was ahead. my boat, largely composed of river engineers, arrogantly joked that we knew where eddies and secondary currents would take us. and maybe we did. the boat only lost one person and he was an englishman and a drama major. i felt my confidence swell as our river guide warned us of the 300m of class 5 rapids ahead- i knew we wouldn't flip. even as cully floated up over me after our raft submerged under ‘tsunami’, i somehow still knew that we’d conquer that reach. i feel a little ashamed now that i wanted so much to be in control of nature in that setting; knowing what i do about river mechanics, i should know better than to assume that we’d have any control, even in an enormous, inflatable bumper car. and really, it was more luck than cumulative knowledge of river mechanics in the raft.

in those moments as we paddled, floated, and screamed our way through each set of class five rapids, even leopold himself would have forgotten his years of hydraulics. there is something really invigorating about being so connected and aware of a moment. as i jumped off of the first set of cliffs (only 10m this time), i thought of a conversation with nicolas a few months ago; those moments as you fall, then sinking like a bullet into 10C water, then emerging with empty lungs...that makes you feel pretty alive and aware of time. i’ve spent a lot of days on rivers and it usually brings me on some level to that awareness, but never as intensely as the trip today did.

i meant to be better about keeping up with this blog, but i really haven’t had regular access to email or time to spend writing at the computer. it is actually more of a blessing than a curse, though the backlog on my email accounts is going to be tough to tackle when i do get back. i leave Christchurch early Saturday morning and am leaving my laptop here. there’ll be no email, no cell phone, no computer screen for an entire week and i couldn’t be more excited.

i’ll try to briefly recount the past few days, though it will be hard to do that briefly. my talk on tuesday was well attended and it went very well. it is nice to have gotten it over with early in the week and to have gotten such a good response from so many people. i’ve been exploring the city in my running shoes, getting lost and finding my way (literally and figuratively) through cemeteries, city parks, and the botanical garden. i took the bus out to the beach where I met bernard, a 80-90 year old woman with only three toes and not a bit of sense about how to use a digital camera. i’ve been spending a lot of time with rick, dave, and greg and i was surprised to be so comforted by their familiar faces.

i’ve also met loads of new people who are as indescribable as the nature here is. there’s the old belgian guy who gifted me with numerous bugs (dead and alive) and who, despite his complete inability to hear a melody or a bass line, kept pulling me out to the dance floor at the conference dinner. there’s ross, the ‘technologist’ who might be the loneliest and yet most arrogant person I’ve ever met. there’s ‘kitty’, who looks just like a skinny version of arthur but who puts on a more elaborate stretching routine than bikram himself every time I pass en route to and from downtown from my hostel. there’s jess and jess, two ladies from virgina tech who are fun but who embarrassingly remind me of myself when i was a masters student. no lack of strange and mostly friendly encounters here, and i feel like i didn’t even have to try.

i arrived in christchurch yesterday after traveling for 29 hours. the trip was mostly uneventful, aside from some interesting conversations with my row companions on the 14 hours flight from san francisco to sydney. i rode downtown with some strangers from the airport and my first impression of this place is how friendly everyone is. my second impression is that if i don’t get hit by a car while i’m here, it will be damned miracle. i need to memorize a mantra to remind myself to look in the opposite direction before stepping out, but i’m so confused about which direction the cars are coming in that i can’t figure out what an appropriate mantra would be. the other problem is that this place is so beautiful; it is hard to focus on moving vehicles when there is so much else to see.

i am staying at folley towers, an amazingly well-kept backpackers hostel. it is a short walk from downtown, gratefully, and across the street from an organic grocery and the herb shop, both of which i intend to explore this afternoon. the people, again, are super friendly and super rigorous. i saw a young lady leaving this morning with a quads bigger than the meatheads at dixon. quite randomly during my first walking tour of the city last night, i ran into someone from EPA who i met last year at NABS in alaska and we went to dinner along the river. we caught up over dinner and he, because he’s been here several days already, had stories of hitchhiking, hiking, and camping along the tracks that made my mouth water. despite the lack of jet lag and no sleep for three days, i wasn’t tired but decided against heading over to the battle of the bands with him for an honest attempt to catch up on some sleep. i shouldn’t have bothered. my mind was racing as i layed in bed listening to the kiwis outside my window talking about american culture. i’m so pleased to spend the first week in town and the second in the woods and really wish i had more time to legitimately explore this place.

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Watch this video called "Busted.". Then you'll know what to do if you ever get arrested for taking a picture of a police scene!

Know your rights! It might be a good idea to keep a copy of this arrest card in your pocket. Without saying a word (ask for permission first before going for your wallet!) you can explain to the officer you will not be talking to him and will not be unintentionally revoking any of your rights rights. Stay silent and calm and hand him the card.

Visit flexyourrights.org for more info and some guidelines on dealing with a few police stop scenarios. Visit flexyourrights.org for scenarios like dealing with a traffic stop, on the subway, during a street stop, or at your residence.

Here's an excerpt from dealing with a traffic stop.

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1) Keep Your Private Items Out of View
...police do not need a search warrant in order to confiscate any illegal items that are in plain view.

2) Be Courteous & Non-Confrontational
If you are pulled over, the first thing you should to do is turn your car off, turn the dome light on (if it's nighttime), roll down the window, and keep your hands on the steering wheel. Don't immediately reach into your glove compartment for your license and registration. [...]

The first thing you should say to the officer is, "Hello officer. Can you tell me why I am being pulled over?" [...]

3) Just Say "No" to Warrantless Searches
Warning: If a police officer asks your permission to search, you are under no obligation to consent. The only reason he's asking you is because he doesn't have enough evidence to search without your consent. [...] "Officer, I know you want to do your job, but I do not consent to any searches of my private property."

4) Determine if You Can Leave
You have the right to terminate an encounter with a police officer unless you are being detained [...] "I have to be on my way. Am I free to go?"

5) Do Not Answer Questions without Your Attorney Present
There is no reason to worry that your failure to answer the officer's questions will later be used against you. [...] Assert your Fifth and Sixth Amendment rights by saying these exact words: "Officer, I have nothing to say until I speak with a lawyer."
*Remember- If you do choose to answer any of the officer's questions, always be honest. Police are not easily tricked and will often become hostile if they feel disrespected. If you feel it is best not to answer truthfully, then don't say anything at all.

6) Do Not Physically Resist
If the police proceed to detain, search, or arrest you despite your wishes—do not physically resist. You may state clearly but non-confrontationally: "Officer, I am not resisting arrest and I do not consent to any searches." Or you may assert your rights by simply saying nothing until you can speak with an attorney.

My father was in town last week to take me to the Sabres/Canes Eastern game 7 semifinals. Very exciting. Our Sabres didn't quite take it but we had a lot of support there regardless. Good time.

With "Sweep" done, Wake Drama and my friend Maciej put another short, tentatively titled "Test," in the can Sunday. It's about a young couple in the midst of a pregnancy test - results unknown. Shot it in one day. If you take a look at my MySpace page and browse through the comments, you can probably see a shot of me holding about $2500 worth of gear, a selection of the equipment we used to shoot it. Afterwards, after Maciej fed us (it was his script :), himself, Rob and I went to see "The Sentinel" at the Blue Ridge theatre. Cool conspiracy theory stuff but a little bit action-cheesy about 3/4 of the way through. Enjoyed it.

Coming up this weekend is CarolinaCon2006 which I am thinking about attending. It sounds pretty neat. If you can go, you should check it out. It's Friday 6p through Sunday morning. It will be relatively geeky and "technology enthusiast" oriented and, for most, rather sleepless. It's at the Hampton Inn, 3621 Spring Forest Rd. in Raleigh. $20 cash at the door. If you want to book a room, call and tell them you're with CarolinaCon. I'm pretty excited about it.

At the greenhouse today Shuhai and I recovered the side of one of our houses with double layered poly, I cleaned the evaporative cooling pads of all the dead alge that grew on them last year, and I caulked all the aspirated air monitoring tubes with silicone to prevent the mist from the high pressure fog system from corroding the contacts and humidity sensors inside. His study is now up and running and things seem to be going pretty well.

for the first time since i arrived in oregon, i saw lightening yesterday evening. 6 seconds later, a 30 second long aleatoric cacophony followed the burst of static electricity. standing at the top of dimple hill in the rain, looking over the willamette valley, it was one of the most beautiful things i've seen in some time.

i hope you folks back in n. carolina appreciate what you have there with the intense, dynamic storms. i really miss that about the east coast. the storms there are beautiful.

The "Sweep" footage is now mostly in the can. We shot some more dream sequence footage (giggage?) Friday night till about 2a at the dojo in Chapel Hill. Saturday was my first relaxing weekend day in some time. I played a game of disc golf @ the Kentwood Park course on Kaplan Dr., right near NCSU. It's a really nice relaxing game if you've never played before.

If you've ever been to Carrboro, NC, check out this video from It'sCarrboro.com. Pretty funny at times. "Vis to the Art to the VID-E-O" Weaver street market is also mentioned a number of times, Cat's Cradle, etc.

Carrboro is a cool town. I've spent many really nice days and nights there since I've moved to Raleigh. I'd move there next if I wanted to leave Raleigh and stay in the area. After that would be some place in Chatham Co.

Bye weekend.......

Here's a list of speedtraps in Raleigh, NC. (See also Beartraps.com for interstate fuzz.)

There's also a page that shows the cheapest gas in Raleigh, NC which is a direct link to my locale for GasBuddy.com.

For tips on saving money on gas, check out drivefar.org. I gave the author some feedback which he's put up on his pitfalls.html page.

I was icerocketing myself this afternoon for no reason after work and came across some new stuff that google hasn't picked up. It's a nice search in that it displays little clips of each web page that show up in the results. Supposedly good for blog searches.... Haven't used it before today.

Read my rant on stopping useless PGP keys from clogging up the public keyservers out there. I'll iterate more someday or update this post later on what all this stuff is about. My public key is here and I encourage you to use it to encrypt your messages when sending me email (cyrus at 80d dot org). Read more about PGP here. PGP is a way to both ensure that only I see email you send to me (nobody can read it along the way) and a way for you to ensure (to some degree) that the email I send to you has not been forged by somebody pretending to be me.

Today I installed 14 humidity sensors at the greenhouse with Shuhai and cleaned out the evaporative cooling pad water reservoir. It was hot out there. One challenge we had at the end of last year, trying to weigh mist, that's right - about a tenth of a gram at a time, was the resolution of the scales we are using. I suggested today that we put the pan of oil (oil so the mist doesn't evaporate when it sinks (not always easy in itself)), at the end of a lever and let the mass of the water push up on a mass that goes on the scale. The mass puts the scale in the middle of the range (loaded configuration), hopefully where it's most accurate, and the weight read by the scale goes down when the mist collects, but the measurement is 'amplified' by the lever. Hopefully we can do it accurately and without a great deal of expense.

I had a long converstation last night with my mom about life and where I'm going. It was insightful for the both of us.

What wonderful friends I have. It's 3:35 am and I was just driving home from a Thursday night shoot for Sweep. Cell phones are obviously off during a shoot and I'm always curious what might be on my phone when I get in my car and head home.

3 voicemails! My friend Kristen called me back. I rung her earlier on the way over to our shoot but got her voicemail - around 6p. We haven't spoken in maybe 4 months. Kevin just finished school and gave me a ring to see what's up. Christina asked me to stop by the Jackpot for a brewski. All this stuff usually happens before like 10 or midnight - I don't get them for many hours later.

There's no reason you should care. It just makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

Time for nighty-night anyway. I appreciate the calls!

CUTE!!! video. Laughing babies make you smile.

A link to my friends' radio show :: the Twisted Pair radio show with Al and Y0rii. I know them through my local nc2600 group. We meet at BitPlayers in Raleigh on the first Friday of every month. There's a 'gear swap' tomorrow. Bring some technical gear you've been trying to get rid of and maybe somebody will take it off your hands. If you'd like to find the 2600 meeting closest to you, go to 2600.com and look to the worldwide meetings list.

More on the anti-mouse stance. Learn the excellent text editor vim by using this really neat tutorial to radically flatten the learing curve. It's not intuitive in any respect but if you edit any quantity of text on a daily basis, do not deny yourself learning the vi/vim keybindings. You can find a few more resources by googling or looking to my 'learningunix' page. It's worth it and I use it every day.

Happy 5 May!!!

Besides looking for stuff on the web, grown up computer users don't have much use for the mouse.

I once heard an author remark that when you are a child you use a computer by looking at the pictures. When you grow up, you learn to read and write. Welcome to Computer Literacy 101. Now let's get to work.

Learning the command line on unix/Linux/cygwin (a unix-like environment for windows based machines).

If you've ever thirsted to extract the full power of a unix prompt, but were never really sure where to start, check out the link above. If you've ever wondered why you did something with the mouse 35 time in a row and wondered why you were doing all the work and not the computer, the command line is your friend.

One of the best window managers I've ever used is called ratpoison and requires no mouse to operate. Absolue freedom from constantly moving your hand back and forth between keyboard and mouse. While moving back and forth doesn't sound like much of a task, it can be a bear when you've got work to do. Next time you're editing a document think about how much time you spend moving back and forth.

Just sent off an email to see if a few people want to meet later at Horniblows, a Raleigh tavern that sells beer by the Edenton Brewing Company. (Searching around I found this link to Beerinator :: North Carolina's Beer Community)

Also wanted to mention the website of Southern Girl Films. I have been doing location sound for their latest production "Sweep" for about the last month or so during the week and on weekends. It's been a good time working with them.

Today I had lunch at Cookout. I got a "tray" : 1/4 lb. burger, Western Style - no mayo, add grilled onions (no charge!), fries, onion rings and a Coke float. Yum.

Kay. Back to work.

Tonight I played soccer, with my CASL team : Barletta. We beat "The Defenders."

I came home and talked to my sister, then read a few articles on K5, namely this one about a guy that infected himself with hookworm to cure his asthma. He could be a fraud but it's interesting and seemingly informative nonetheless. Innovative and balsy medical self-experimentation.

Do you feel safe on that wireless connection you use at the coffee shop?

Most "unprotected neighbor" and coffee house wireless systems are completely open and unencrypted. This makes it convenient for you to check your email, IM chat, or browse the web - no password needed - but also convenient for snoops. Everything you do on the network - for the most part - every image that you download, every word you type in AIM, every sentance of email you send or receive, can be seen by others around you.

Even when it's "encrypted" it could be easily spied upon or forged. Here's a link to some tools that can be used by nefarious foes to break the encryption or pose as a legit access point, capturing all traffic you unknowingly send through them. Computer security isn't easy. If you have a choice when setting up an encrypted wireless connection, choose LEAP or WPA/WPA2 encryption over WEP when you can. WEP's design is poor and is easily attacked. (And breaking this stuff doesn't take more than a $200 laptop and a wifi card.)

Don't be paranoid, but don't convince yourself that nobody is looking over your shoulder either. Your packets are flying through that coffee sitting in front of you - and flying down the street as well, right out the window and ready for capture. More on how this works. I'm just trying to help make you aware of what's out there... Because knowing is half the battle. :)

(Yes - the yellow address bar in firefox and/or the lock icon at the bottom of your browser can protect your web sessions from onlookers. Use "https://" addresses when you can and read the security popups carefully so you don't fall victim to a phishing attack.)

I’ve been waiting for this day to arrive for some time. 04.05.06. I thought it would be more exciting; such a sequence occurs only once per 100 years!

I dropped my i-pod in the toilet. I was reaching down to grab my bag from the floor and it slipped out of the chest pocket in my fleece. I quickly fetched it out, but it immediately shut off. After 30 minutes, it came on but would not lower the volume beyond max. then it quit working entirely. It was sad to realize how attached I’ve become to hearing energizing music as I move through my day; I feel like I’ve succumbed to materialism. Fortunately though, I’m weaned from this addiction in Vienna where the sites and sounds are interesting and exciting enough.

Walking through the conference lounge today, I observed somewhere around 100 scientists glued to their computers which were wired to the internet at units set up through the common area. It struck me as ironic that such sophisticated scientists could look so much like babies suckling the bottle that is the internet. Then I sat down myself and checked my email.

I keep meeting the most fantastic people at restaurants, probably when I should be interacting with conference people, talking about my research and about collaborating. At lunch every day, I leave the conference center and walk out into the less commercial district where I am greeted by the same woman each day with a big smile and several german words that I do not understand. She always makes sure that I have the best seat and speaks to me in german while I try to interpret; aber, sie spreche sehr schnell und ich verstehe nicht. She is so cute; a bit overweight, around 35 years of age, entirely too much makeup and cheap jewelry, and perhaps the biggest smile and kindest hear that I’ve encountered since I arrived in Europe. She allows me to sit in the best seat in the back for long after I’ve finished my tea, reading my book and watching people eating and chatting. Yesterday she misunderstood my poor german and brought me a coffee. It was a cappuccino in a tiny mug and I was too embarrassed to send it back. So for the first time in my life, I drank a cup of coffee. The first taste was incredibly bitter and reminded me why I never drink it. But after I dumped the entire packet of sugar into the tiny mug, it tasted considerably better and I was able to finish it over the two hour period I was there. I’m struggling to put down the book that I’m reading, but after only one cup of cappuccino, I became incredibly restless and had to leave to go for a walk. The rest of the afternoon was spent unsuccessfully trying to focus on presentation after presentation. I left early and went for a long run at a park I discovered near my hotel. Maybe it was the weather, maybe the coffee, but I felt great running and spent quite a while watching people at the park as my legs moved forward in laps around the perimeter. The weather was warm, sunny, and breezy and there were masses of people out. The playground was my favorite part of each lap and the playground equipment was really fantastic – things I had never seen before but looked like so much fun.

I set out with a deliberate agenda tonight. I need to write and having skipped lunch, I wanted a good dinner. I found a restaurant around the corner that serves the three things I’m craving: leafy green vegetables, pasta, and beer. The waitress was super cute – she wore all black but with bright pink hair and a smile that would melt the most bitter heart. She is the type of person that you want to befriend. And I realize the logic (not irony, derek) of it – that I should find such women so far from my home.

There is a couple arguing in the corner. The man says very little but drinks his beer and smokes his cigarette without interruption. The other corner couple haven’t spoken to each other since they sat down. Two men sit alone at the bar. It has occurred to me more than once since I landed on this continent that I should spend a substantial period of my life here. Fortunately, I get sabbatical every 7 years. Only 6.5 years to go.

I really do fit in well here, in the other corner of the restaurant and in the city. Unnoticed and anonymous, I appreciate the general perspective of this part of the world. ‘Alive’ by Pearl Jam just came on the radio and I’m suddenly drawn back to middle and high school. I wish Mind was here with me. I realize how much, despite my intense desire to be alone, I miss having her in my life. She’s rare because she lives what she believes and never apologizes for any of it. Like an ArcGIS layer, if you lay that on top of her unwavering passion, you produce a map of uncertainty, trouble, and true love. She’s such an inspiration and I hope everyone has someone in their lives like her.

Somehow now I run across a song by jem (‘remember’?)and it reminds me of Kris. This flood of memories and of irreplaceable people!

I’m reading an incredible book that I picked up here in Vienna before I left. It is called ‘of human bondage’ and covers everything from art and literature to personal philosophies and travel and love. I cannot put it down and it effectively expresses my own struggle between the joy of independence and the desire to be loved and to love. It is a great book. If you have a long airplane ride or time for 650 pages, you should read this book. I’ll loan it to you; it is very good.

Very little could have improved my morning. It is Sunday and for the first time in a very long while, I completely felt like I was on vacation. I slept in and skipped my morning run. I went to breakfast without showering. Michael and I smoked and walked down to a café for tea in the sun before he left for the airport. I sat in the hotel window for nearly an hour, enjoying the time alone watching the neighborhood and reading my book. It occurred to me while I was getting into the shower that I am thoroughly satisfied with my life. What a funny thing to realize; it is not that I have been unhappy, but rather just the epiphytic realization that I am happy and that it should even occur to think of it as something to realize. Traveling is funny; it really exposes your strengths and weaknesses. I’m reminded of how much I love Oregon and have found completely renewed enthusiasm for my job. It is amazing what a single day off can do to your perspective. I’m leaving Sofia with a lightness of step and persistent smirk that recognizes and appreciates the lack of burden I suffer.

I regret that I haven’t written more, but haven’t had any time to myself in days. I really miss my time alone here; seeing the city without the constant chatter of companions. I want to sit outside and read my book. I haven’t been doing any real “work” on manuscripts or proposals or meeting preparation and I feel a little guilty about that, but am building new and fun models about dam removal that are definitely relevant to work. This might be my favorite part of my job; I am certain to never get bored because there are always new and exciting projects to take on. Still, I feel disconnected from everyday work things and it makes me just a bit uncomfortable. I need to leave here with a manuscript outline and a model developed to feel like this wasn’t a waste for work, but culturally and personally, it has already been an enormous gain.

We’ve been incredibly busy with work and play here in Sophia. I went last night with 3 of the meeting participants to see Dee Dee Bridgewater sing down at the Bulgarian Cultural Hall. It was an enormous auditorium in the city center. Very few Bulgarians speak English so it took us a few minutes climbing in and out of taxis before finding someone who could take us there. The Cultural Hall was a bizarre place; this grand and enormous auditorium, the hallways of which were lined with home improvement stands. It looked like a home improvement flea market, with everything from windows to garage doors to mini blinds to kitchen faucets. When we entered, we were certain the cab driver didn’t understand that we wanted to find the opera hall, but nestled behind the exterior door section was the entrance to the auditorium and behind this door was the largest and most elaborate performance hall that I’ve seen. It was beautiful! And just outside in the hall, the home improvement flea market was closing down for the day. Dee Dee Bridgewater was a fantastic singer. A confident, modest, and endearing singer from Flint, Michigan, she sang in French with her thick, black tongue that was both contradictory and stunning. Her last song was La Vie en Rose and while it was a shade different from Edith Piaf’s version, it was beautiful nonetheless. After 15 minutes of standing ovation, she sang Amazing Grace a cappella and it literally brought tears to my eyes. It made me think that this woman has known real love, be it from her man (or men, three husbands) or from her God. Only recently have I been able to relate to her passion and openness, finally convinced that real love does exist for people, even under completely irrational and undesirable circumstances. Consequently, I’ve decided that there is only so much rationality that people should allow to guide life and decisions. Jennie first introduced me to this idea, it was reinforced by derek, and now it appears everywhere, like coincidences that certainly existed before but of which you were never aware. Sometimes I regret being a woman, because we are so silly, easily and deeply affected by things as unsophisticated as ‘true’ love.

Holy crap this is funny. Not any one in particular but after a few they are absolutely hilarious. Binge. Be sure to click around once you get there.

Foshata is a website where people add English language captions to random bits of the crazy video we all know that comes from Japan. Crazy Japanese media with English subtitles - by you! Genius!

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Put your favorites in the comments. I'm done here.

Somewhere between the beauty of Europe and poverty of China lies Sophia, Bulgaria. I’ve spent one night here and already have seen some of the most beautiful buildings in Europe and some dirtier slums than I observed in Beijing. I went with anders and another Amsterdam student, whose name I cannot pronounce and certainly not spell, to see all of the loveliest parts of this city. After my run through the slums this morning, it was quite a welcomed change. I won’t go into detail about my arrival, dinner, or drinks last night as it wasn’t particularly interesting, aside from the reunion with tim, bert, and paulo. I felt like such a kid with those guys, completely humbled by their intelligence and modesty.

I requested a wake up call at 7:30am and really struggled to get out of bed this morning. I don’t understand why I’m having such a hard time recovering from jet lag this time. But I figured that resuming a morning run routine might help my body adapt, so I put on my running shoes and headed down the stairs. I asked the desk clerk if there was a park where I might run, and she directed me to a dilapidated mud track down the street, with garbage piled at each turn and potholes the sizes of buses filled with filthy water in the center of the track. This wasn’t my idea of exploring, so I decided to head down a street, without making any turns so I wouldn’t get lost. I ran across a few major roads and made somewhat a spectacle of myself. Apparently running is a frivolous and ridiculous activity here; so in addition to my blond hair and blue eyes, which stand out in this Mediterranean area, seeing someone jogging was evidently an unusual sight as several people laughed or mocked me as I ran towards the only park I could find on a map. It looked a little like the NC piedmont, with deciduous trees dominating the vegetation and no undergrowth except for English ivy, which covered the trees and forest floor in patches. There were countless paths through this park, with no trail markers, and after running there for only a few minutes, I was hopelessly lost in this forested island in a sea of concrete. Somehow, I ran across an isolated wetland pool that I recognized from the park entrance, and returned back to the hotel. After a long shower, I met the group for breakfast and headed downtown with the boys to see the churches. I took lots of pictures and hope that the disposable camera will not lose them. The churches were amazing, one of which was built in 200 AD. The paintings and fixtures were incredible and it was very difficult to understand how much history exists in those buildings (or how much they cost at the time of construction). The sun was out, the temperature was around 65 degrees, and I couldn’t have been happier.

It is around 7pm here and it has hard to believe that another day has passed so quickly. I went to bed early last night and awoke (apparently) around 7am. The sun was bright so I decided to get up and start exploring Vienna. I promised myself I would take it easy today, having 6 days to explore this city next week, so that I could catch up on rest and figure out my plans to travel to Sophia tomorrow. I showered and went down for breakfast in the hostel. There is something exciting about traveling in a city alone, sitting by myself at breakfast to watch people and wandering through town, with the ipod on or packed, depending on how much of the city I want to hear.

I left breakfast at 8:30 and headed through the main shopping district. Apparently this city sleeps in. NOTHING was open before 9:30, but it was lovely to walk through countless streets, admiring the architecture and the appreciation of history that Austrians have to preserve these old buildings. I really admire how European cities manage to combine the old with the new. Beautiful old buildings line every street, mostly with apartments upstairs and shops of all kinds downstairs. There is something both marvelous and ironic about a United Colors of Benneton or Esprit in a several hundred year old building.

I found the museum district around 9:30am but it was still closed, so I saw it from the outside before heading back toward the shopping district to search for gifts and whatever I might want to add to my already-bulging closet, as someone recently observed. I also picked up a couple of books, and started reading one of them over lunch at a fabulous little café. I’ve found it very easy to practice my german here, so lunch was fun as I tried to order some pasta with ‘fungi’. Even derek would have enjoyed the food.

Finding myself near the hostel, I returned to check my email and take a quick nap. Or so I thought. Apparently I slept for nearly 3 hours; I was exhausted. And upon waking up, it was dark and raining, so I forewent the running shoes and decided to find an internet café so that I could send out some files for work and download the information about where I’m going tomorrow. One of the loveliest things about this place is the lack of work-related infrastructure. Stores close promptly at 5pm. Train travel drops dramatically around 6pm. And you have to really search to find a wireless connection. So I endeavored to spend the evening at the only coffee shop with a wireless connection (café latte) in the heart of the tourist district. I should have known better. Leaving the hostel at 6pm with a map and my laptop, I headed east, thinking I’d run into this street or that. As history would have it, I became hopelessly lost. I’m sure I passed the same Indisch restaurant 4 times. The gratifying part of this was that I was seeing parts of the city that I wouldn’t otherwise get to, and I really didn’t mind pulling out my map to see if I could find myself since the number of tourists in this city likely outnumber the residents. I dropped my map, which didn’t much matter because I had wandered outside of its extent. I asked at least 6 people, “Bitte, wo ist der Westbahnhof?” They would point me in some direction and I hoped to slowly spiral my way closer to a section that I recognized. It didn’t happen though, and finally, someone advised that I take the train. One stop later, I was at the Westbahnhof and decided to try abandon the Café Latte plan and have dinner at the pub just down from my hostel, which is where I’m writing now. The bartender has been very kind, and we had a long conversation in English, which was a relief to hear something familiar. I think he invited me to stay at his flat when I come back to Wien next week, but I’m not sure as his English isn’t fantastic, so I just smiled and nodded. I ordered Wien goulosh (being vegetarian is a European country is not desirable) and a couple of Gosser beers, yum! The bartended put on a radio station that is playing all American music, all of which is terrible except “ground control to major tom.” The 3 other men in the pub, all older, overweight, and drunk, are talking about me, the only other patron in this neighborhood spot, and making typing gestures to me about typing away at my computer. I am generally clueless about what they are saying, so I just smile and laugh whenever they catch me eavesdropping.

I had a 10-hr layover in Amsterdam. Having arrived in this wonderful city with 3 hrs of sleep for the past three days, I should have guessed that it was going to be quite a morning.

I should start by saying that I love this city. It is a place that I’d like to explore with leslie. It seems like she would fit in so well here. I stashed my laptop in a locker and took the train downtown at 7:30am. It was cold this morning (2 degrees Celcius) and my coat was in my packed luggage. But I felt good. God, I love this city. The train was clean and on time. I jumped off at the central station and started walking through town watching people en route to work. It was a great time of the day to people watch. Everyone frantically moving towards the train station. On bike. On foot. By light rail. No one in cars. I’m in heaven here.

There are tons of canals through this amazing city and I spent several hours walking up and down them, absorbing all of the beautiful features of this place. Like new york, every time you turn a corner, there is another and very different street. Different businesses, different architecture, different people. i found myself in the red light district, just before entering a lovely little smoke shop. He handed me a menu and I ordered 2g of ‘thai’ smoke. They sold mushrooms and hash as well, but having very little sleep or smoke in my history, I wasn’t in any shape to take on something any more intense than just good weed. So I rolled a pathetic joint and smoked it there at the coffee shop and drank my tea. It didn’t’ burn very well and I had to keep relighting it. I felt like such an amateur, but I kept the other gram that I didn’t roll. Michael and I will put that to good use in Sophia, in between manuscript writing and his complaining about how hard his job is. Damn Europeans have it so easy.

People filed into the hash shop to have their morning coffee or smoke. There was an older man next to me arguing in dutch with a younger man beside him. In my mind, the elder man was a professor, and he was discussing politics with the younger man. Superman (lois and lane) was on tv and it was a really serious one about superman incriminating lois lane for some murder (but it wasn’t really her; it was her hologram!). It was way too intense for me because I was stoned having smoked only half of the loose joint that I rolled, so after listening to the men’s conversation for a few minutes, I had to leave to go walk around. There is something disturbing about seeing superman on the witness stand and a dramatic terri hatcher; it made me very restless.

i'm headed east. through minneapolis where i expect to see snow on the ground. through amsterdam where i expect to venture out to find a smoke shop. through vienna where i expect to sleep as soon as i arrive. through bratislava where i expect to be unable to communicate with anyone. finally into sophia where i will meet michael and the rest of the Nature-Net group. sitting here in PDX, i'm finally starting to get excited about the trip. i don't need a vacation right now, but i'm certainly happy to take one anyway.

i've got two bags with me. one is full of work and new cds, courtesy of mr. derek powers. the other is full of food (pizza, salad and annie's dressing, blue corn chips, bread, cheese, stinky pasta, apples, banannas, odwallas). i cleaned out my refridgerator last night and i'm certainly not going to starve or need to purchase airport food over the next 24 hours.

with badly drawn boy playing from my lap, i've been watching the ground crew preparing the boeing 737 to leaving portland. i always wanted to work as part of a ground crew. maybe when i retire they'll hire to me to push the airplanes back with the tug cars and signal the airplanes into the gate with the orange rods. it is exciting to think about what kind of training those people receive. do they learn about the gear ratio of the tug cars that makes them capable of pushing a 200,000 lb aircraft? do they take classes in nose gear and strut assembly? i wonder if they lose the excitement of being around those enormous machines after spending countless days underneath them in the cold and rain.

i got your message last night, cyrus, and i apologize for not returning your call. it was a struggle to get my act together to leave this morning at 4am. i'll call you when i get back and will leave you lots of notes via wce.80d until then.

[reported at thestreet.com]

Apparently the world's 3rd largest PC maker, Lenovo™ will be moving it's headquarters to Raleigh, NC from Purchase, New York. Yes - these are the guys that acquired IBM's PC business in 2005. (I've got a Thinkpad T43 for work and it's wonderful.) Originally named Legend, the small PC manufacturer from a one-story bungalow in Beijing, was renamed to Lenovo in 2003; taking the Le from Legend, a nod to its heritage, and adding novo, the Latin word for new.

Catchup post. Just went for a run with a friend. Did some lifting and swimming Friday. Just told my friend Steven about this website. He should feel free to create an account and do some writing here of his own. He's a wonderful guy.

Made a movie, Inspection, the 8th of January with Rusty Lantern. An initial cut should be out by the end of the month.

Went out to the Rockford last night. Had my first 'Old Fashion.' Decent drink. I'm not sold on it but I liked it.

Been living life more than writing about it lately.

It's Sunday. Do you know where your weekend went?

Homework late again? You're not a skilled procrastinator. The Procrastinator's Formula explains.

… Once he perfects this gift, this wonderful talent, the procrastinator becomes capable of compressing lengthy chores into a single day. … However, this method should not be attempted by just anyone. A slight miscalculation in the length of time to delay work could prove disastrous, something only the veteran procrastinator knows how to avoid. …

You can also sample some of this author's other labors in the form of wicked eye candy for your desktop. Best. Screensaver. Ever. … though without an OpenGL 3D-accelerated video card, pretty tough to enjoy…they will be too slow to be very much fun. If they run slow for you, "ass-slow," try searching for updated drivers for your card. A similar OpenGL project can also be found for Windows[screen shots] and the GLX port thereof for Linux[screen shots].

Download the Fireflies screensaver for:

• Windows
• RH9 Linux .rpm
• (woody|sid) Debian .deb (Debian, btw, is another flavor of GNU/Linux, should you be wondering....)
• OSX (src also available @ Stephane Sudre's website)

You can also get the Windows Standalone version that allows you do do a few cool things with the mouse and keyboard you can't do with the screensaver. (It requires SDL. See the README for info on installing and mouse/keyboard controls).

Trust me. Really cool screensaver. His name is Matt Perry. He hacks OpenGL; among other things.

Here's what he has to say about his essay regarding, those whom many often refer to as, the slacker: This is an essay I wrote in my high school English class Sophomore year. It's my favorite essay I've written for a school assignment, and also probably the best. In fact, it's quite possibly the best essay ever written, by anyone, ever. Well, maybe not. But it was good enough to score an A+ in high school. So read up and enjoy [The Procrastinator's Formula].