sobe energy certainly does not live up to its name.
low radar weekend. had some good cooking, good hanging out, good art, and a good migraine to top it all off.
other than laundry, writing, and a working draft-n wireless card in linux, my needs are very few and far between at the moment.
these are pretty neat. amazingly, the description i got in my breakdown was pretty spot-on
ok, so i am stealing a page from
pick your top 10 favorite movies (i cheated and did 14), then select three keywords for each movie, as supplied by IMDB. based on the keywords, guess the title of the movie. obviously, you can cheat on this, but i found it much more fun to NOT cheat. the last two are totally bonus questions – you have to know me to know that these movies exist (probably) much less that i love them.
hitler and marijuana.
i think that god must be a hipster to make a joke like that.
i was up until three trying to get my wireless card to work on my laptop. i’m switching to linux again, after many years away from the fold. amusingly, last night was no less frustrating than the first time i had to compile a kernel years ago after slogging through a non-graphical install.
maybe a queez later.
oh, and a great link jjust in case you missed it. even presidential hopefuls want to go to war these days, not just presidents.
big ups to everyone who made it out last night. it was a good time. great to see everyone!
i wish i had a picture of
I just got a dump truck of work, some of which needs to be done by EOD – anyone getting to Zum Schneider early? btw
Who is still in on the debauchery?
if this image doesn’t lower your sperm/egg count you have problems bigger than anything anyone can handle
an interesting debate came up this weekend.
what is a sport? what is a game? what delineates between the two?
i view sports as a subset of games. there are no sports i could think of that are not a game at some level. however, there are plenty of games that are not sports. the person i was debating saw sports and games as totally different creatures, whose differences were defined by skill vs. sweat.
the argument was about baseball – basically, the person i was arguing with put baseball (we are talking pro ball here) on par with darts or chess as a game of skill, rather than a sport. her definition of a sport was caloric burn during the sport’s performance and “working up a sweat”. personally, i think that for every david wells, there are a half-dozen athletes in top physical condition. it was definitely a weak point to defend though, that wells competes with/against professional athletes. i tried to offset with some Babe Ruth. That was shot down by the fact that bowling is a sport.
at any rate, i disagreed heartily at the delegation of baseball to the title of a game. sure, there are ball-players out there who are not “working” 1/10th as hard as some of the more intense sports during the course of a game. that being said, in order to be on the field and eligible to be in the game, they need to be top-notch athlete, even if only in a specialty.
there was also some excellent discussion of game pace, and strategy vs. tactics in any competitive situation.
to me, what has always defines a sport vs. a game is this: when athletes participate in/execute the game with seasoned coaches, the anticipation of the outcome of the game is heightened for the participants, and, in heightened tenfold for the audience. i could give two shits about watching a bar league softball game. they are a lot of fun to play in, but they are also easy to blow off. not so much for a pro baseball game. same could be said for toss around football, or a pickup game of soccer. while i realize my personal definition has some gray areas, it doesn’t seem to have held me back over the years. restricting the delegation of sport/game to sweat/cardio workout- no sweat/cardio workout seems pretty thin.
i’m not here to debate what the original argument was about – i think considering professional baseball anything other than a sport is just silly – by the definitions of the words sport and game alone, you are left with little room to argue.
as with all things though, you are left with plenty of room to interpret – what is your interpretation?
happy birthday
happy belated to
doesn’t begin to cover it.
one of my co-workers is a believer in the Urantia system of the universe. seriously. like, complete with glimmery look in the eyes when he talks about it. he is a really nice guy, but this is the same system a small group in Waco adapted for their own use. you may have read about them on the news.
henceforth he shall be known as CCC (crazy cultist coworker). i have purchased the book, as well as several critiques on the history of its doctrine, in the hopes of giving what i get when the preachin a-starts.
the thing is, the book is like 2k+ pages, on bible-rice paper. i dunno if i have it in me at the moment, truly. i have so many writing projects piled up, and 0 motivation to chip away at them. stagnation is becoming the norm.
kurt vonnegut died.
i’ll always remember that time i met him in the east 70’s sitting waiting for someone.
another one bites the dust…
so it goes.
we just came within 2 minutes of losing our entire data center. fire safety came by to check the panels and smoke detectors. literally, someone said “what does this button do?” and they tripped the emergency power kill to the entire area.
talk about a kick in the nuts for the midday. at least we were able to get things restored again in about 10 minutes, but our hard ceiling is 15, soft is 10. the most amusing thing is that our new UPS is sitting in the data center waiting to be wired into the grid. once that is live, we have 45 minutes before panic ensues.
i made a pretty obvious Freudian slip last night in
i was making a comment that one of the worst things that happened to the males of our species (culturally) is when grief was linked to weakness. what i wrote, instead, was “when shame was linked to weakness”.
this was a pretty telling slip up on my part. i was raised to be ashamed of an outpouring of grief. that shame was tied to a reinforcement that to cry was to be weak – stoicism was the path to masculine idealism. to let something phase you was to be weak.
i had a male role model who seems unassailable, and raised me to be tough as nails. i had a female role model who encouraged the full spectrum of emotional outpouring, and has suffered from depression for decades. what i find almost comical is that my father’s alcoholism is the vent to relieve the pressure. my insomnia, and the accompanying nightmares are mine. there was a time when i wondered if my migraines were part of that cycle as well, but i don’t think that is necessarily so, as they have been a constant across a wide range of psychological/emotional strata.
my stints with depression have been dealt with largely though repression or transference. i can push through trauma and loss by focusing on other people’s problems, solving other people’s issues, and making sure that i am the glue holding together other people’s shells. i can get through it by being self destructive. if you ignore something hard enough, it grows in, rather than blooming out. despite all my self-control, and the way i have analyzed so much of my internal workings, i can still be struck by something hits me from beyond my line of sight (theoretical or otherwise). sometimes these things impact me much more deeply than i would normally allow for if i were in control of the stimuli. weak points never really go away, no matter how much you plaster over them.
i made a post a few weeks back about fear. i think my repression of grief is tied to my lack of concrete fear. i can wrap myself up in a cocoon of rationalization against anything front-and-center. the things that i fear are huge overarching ideas or happenings – issues where the will of an individual are about as meaningful as a stubborn grain of sand fighting against the incoming tide.
frustration abounds in my life, and has for as long as i can remember. i used to express frustration through self-destructive behavior, or just outright cruelty. since recognizing this pattern, i’ve learned to be as patient as a stone. my main weakness is anger, and its big brother violence. between repression and genetic predisposition, i have a huge capacity to damage others and myself physically. it is a pattern i have read historically in the path of my line, and seen in its many psychological and genetic iterations in my living family. i have been very cautious about avoiding this cycle for many years now, certain situations notwithstanding. it takes a lot to make me angry, and when that threshold is cleared, it often takes me days to regain composure.
i’ve always thought of grief as the sister of anger. she lulls you into relief in the face of an overwhelming event. my higher-order processes always leave me with a feeling of guilt after an expression of grief. the animal-human in me is cleansed, the computational-human in me is ashamed. part of this link is the aforementioned connection between grief and weakness. part of it is my own damn fault – the governing rules that i’ve made for myself, which allow no true satisfaction unless effort is put in to getting the satisfaction. grief is like a free ride – you get to release pressure with no real cost aside from others seeing you are in distress. i’m not good at it.
REM says everybody hurts. that song/video had a big impact on me when i was younger. all emotions, for the most part, are universal across the spectrum of humanity. how we express them is what makes us unique.
i guess my point is, i’m the kinda guy who cries alone, on the rare occasion that life finds a way past my heavy psychological interference.
on a way lighter note, i got my first paycheck a few minutes ago. lets hear it for an increase in the standard of living.
swiss clockwork nazis – horse harnesses, super soldiers, elemental automata – secreted away by nuns to US – demon-possesed cat, ball of red light down throats.
Attention: Zum Schneider will be closed today, Monday April 2 and Tuesday April 3 for renovation and spring clean up.
News: Landlord’s attempt to terminate lease thwarted
Easter Brunch on April 8th
Thank you parties from April 16-18
Dear loyal patrons and
friends of Zum Schneider,
withjoy and great satisfaction we announce that our landlord’s attempt toterminate our lease has failed. Instead we’ve achieved a settlementagreement signed by both parties. The settlement was so-ordered by State Supreme Court Judge Rolando T. Acosta on March 15th 2007who also ordered the injunctive relief permitting Zum Schneider toavoid an eviction. Besides minor details, the settlement states theextension of the lease for Zum Schneider until 2021 including thelandlords consent to maintain the sidewalk cafe.
Withhard work, great lawyers and of course your everlasting support, notonly with 3,800 signatures on the petition but also with the ongoing”cheers” and “good luck” wishes and encouragements, we’ve achieved thisgreat result.
To show our gratitude and to celebrate these wonderful news with y’all, we’ll offer from April 16 through 18 a free buffet + assorted free beer from 5-7pm. Please come and cheer with us to another 14+ years Zum Schneider.
Happily yours… PROOOOOST!!!
Sylvester Schneider and the Zum Schneider family
Zum Schneider Restaurant & Biergarten
107 Ave C @ 7th Street, New York, NY 10009
East Village, New York City
Tel. (212) 598-1098 Fax (212)995-8142
general email: Info@ZumSchneider.com
http://www.ZumSchneider.com
12 German beers on tap – Bavarian specialities
Open Mon thru Thu @ 5pm; Fri @ 4pm; Sat & Sun @ 1pm
EDIT: Looks like we are shaping up for April 17th, 5-7pm. I agree with
