Analog by Night

Your advance is lost in time like a heavy raindrop, and in the space of the flâneur is a lost voice.

When a a woman dances, no man is ever in view.

I got this lovely piece of spam today:

“Hi! You the beautiful man! I want to say about myself not much. Im pleasant, kind, the responsible person. Im hope that we can find the general interests. Im like sport, a beach.I’m very like to cook. I think you will like my food. I want to tell with you via email. My email: annadarlinge@yahoo.com.With love, Anna.”

It’s sweet. It’s like she’s struggling through a language barrier to meet a true love.It feels like a message in a bottle. The lack of grotesque sexual references, the general calm and confidence makes me feel for her a little.

Anna, if you’re out there, prove to me that you’re not a robot by doing this math problem: 3 x One hundred and twenty four, divided by the minimum age for eligibility to become the President of the United States.

I love you.

Sandwish

Mayonaisse and Mustard
On a sandwich bread.

Mayonaisse and Mustard!
On a sandwich bread.

No one can rest and watch the television
Until roast beef and cheese, together
On a sandwich bread

I loves you Porgy.

Major Criteria Spider Graph

Every 2 years since December 2005 I’ve taken an online NEO IPIP Personality Study. It’s a 250+ question test available online that measures you against the Big Five personality inventory. I blogged my results in 2008 as well.

This image shows some interesting changes in the test results over the last two years. I’ll get into the detailed analysis after the jump. » Read the rest of this entry «

A poem by Ogden Nash entitled ‘My Dream’.

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

“…Indeed, the saddest thing of all in America is probably the fate of most of its teenagers. For at sixteen or seventeen, no matter how oppressive the Corporate State, there is still a moment when life is within their grasp. There are a few years when they pulse to music, know beaches and the sea, value what is raunchy, wear clothes that express their bodies, flare against authority, seek new experience, know how to play, laugh, and feel, and cherish one another. But it is a short, short road from Teensville to Squaretown; soon their senses have been dulled, their strength put under restraint, their minds lobotomized; bodies still young, cut off from selves, walk the windowless, endless corridors of the Corporate State.”

Charles A. Reich, The Greening of America

Here’s one easily understandable reason we’re interested in nuclear proliferation in those countries it’s the complex truth in Ashton Carter’s comment to Sam Nunn.

“A nuclear custodial system is only as stable as the social system in which it is embedded. And it’s really made up of people and institutions and so forth, not just gizmos. When all of that is in middle of a social revolution, you’ve got big trouble.”

- pg 385 The Dead Hand by David Hoffman

By the way, he was talking about Russia in the crazy 80s.

I’m so out of sorts I’m trying to figure what I want to do with my time. My gut says, work, create, sweat, learn. I think other people want me to “enjoy the sunshine.” I put it in quotes because it sounds sorta foreign, and I’m not sure I know what it means, or maybe I just don’t want any of that. I can’t tell.

I met you somewhere in a hell beneath the stairs
There’s someone in that room that frightens you when they go boom
Boom, boom, boom…

The color you say is black is the one you might lack
In the size of your eyes, is there a righteous prize?

I met you…

There’s something wrong with our hearts
When they beat pure they stand apart
In the black room, the light, watch the seabird fall
Real love, it finds you somewhere with your back to it

I met you…
You know, you know, we belong by the stream, to the dawn