June 28th, 2004


Salt Cocktail

Today, I spent most of the day with N, whose weekend plans didn't work outas expected. The Moore film, F-911, was .. over the top and not fair, butin many places looked to be accurate, and certainly was worth seeing. Includedwas rock climbing, which went well (she's naturally a good climber, beingso light and in good shape), some shopping (I got a Badminton set to playwith K and whoever else might be convinced to play), and finishing with atrip to the Beehive, a place that combines various cool things from coffeeshopsI used to like in Columbus -- the Artsyness of Victoria's Midnight Cafe,with some of the grunge oddity of Insomnia, and .. well, a new element,some computers and a decent selection of food. I like the place -- too badit's so far away. I *might* remember how to get there by car -- I'm goingto try biking there sometime. Anyhow, again I'm reminded by how strangelysimilar N and I see the world in some of the ways I'm most unique.

Having my sister visit was also fun. We went to IKEA, got some trinkets,and hung out at the tree for a bit. Hurrah.And now, after a nice, fun weekend, I am tired. Zzzz


Mecha-Talking Horse

A walk into the stable... and a horror-filled glance... gleaming, smoothmetal where skin and fur was.. a horrific sight.. and an implied threat.The horse turns, and stares.. "Helloooo", he says, the voice sounding almostas it did. A step backwards... "Why are you scared?" .. and all that theeyes normally chase, the shine of distorted light from the shed, out of placehere. Skin bristles, remembers ancient history, stabbing with spears, crushingbeneath tanks, and now, in the most modern, disturbing form.. could destroywithout leaving a stain.. nausea, a dizzy fear, and a primal run from the barn,all is a blur, which mercifully ends quickly.

Ahh.. yes, actually the original idea from that comes from my carrying of myumbrella on the way to work today, and how it was like a lance, the bikemy metal horse... Creativity is interesting recombinations and processings ofideas and the like we're exposed to. We forget the sources easily, due either tovanity or the lack of an intuitive tie between the subjects.

A stroll down the road, the sky pure, the air still, the field with thefence soothing to the mind. The sun beginning to think about its descent,around 15:00.. the scent of earth... and then a "ding!" .. a pillar slowlyrises to the ground near us, its features slowly shift from earth to aterminal... a note.. we found the backup, we're now restoring... and asmile... the broken spider webs, at only a slight cost of modernity, willbe repaired, the spindle will be restrung, this mistaken route will be undoneand forgotten. A few minutes wait, and things begin to shift, the blood debtof these times defaulted. We have that string back again, to weave somethingnew. So much string.. enough to make some massive mistakes, or build somethingbeautiful.

I just got an email that the Council for Secular Humanism is very proud tohave Ronald Reagan Jr. among their number, who recently announced his atheism.This is kind of disappointing -- not that we have another atheist, which isalways a good thing in my book, but that they're playing up blood ties. Hey,people convert, and the memetic ties are not always strong between generationsof a single family. For example, Madalyn Murray O'Hare has a son who is adevout Christian and recieves similar fanfare because of his blood ties to aleader of our movement. What good does it do? Why is it interesting to us?I don't think it should be. It suggests hero worship, and celebrates eventsthat, while necessary for struggle, are unfortunate in that they can break afamily. Yesterday in the Moore film, we saw disgusting gung-ho-ness of Americansoldiers in their killing tasks, and their delight in the death disturbed me.It would be different if they identified with one of the ideologies at stake,speaking less ill of their soul (even though I condemn the invasion, and, again,I use soul metaphorically here). Similarly, delight in the struggle againstthe shackles of religion is very different from delight in the pain that saidstruggle causes.


Atheist Epiphany

The silent days of the profound, pained people.. Hussein wakes, looks outat the desert, a rare mist fills the air, and for him, a moment of profoundpeace... The brisk day for Stalin.. light winds blow through the Kremlin,How can we hope to touch on infinity, how justice is a knife, another knifeinto the peace we feel. A necessary knife, .. but not for now. Today is forinfinity, the sandy winds, the sleeping farms. Not a time to mobilize. Forother days we can watch the water fall.. in the sink.. in the stream. A dayaside.. an accidental significance is discarded.. not the eternal recurrence,nor the spinning dialectic, but something else.

We have great gifts, the community smiles.Sun has given us a new pair of glasses.Redhat has given us a new network file system called GFS.Guten Geshenken.. I wonder if GFS is actually going to be a good replacementfor NFS.. AFS, which we use here at CMU, really isn't suitablefor most things. I guess it could be said though that the Unix world (well,things are actually worse on other OS's) has really been eager for animproved replacement/update for NFS for quite some time now. NFSv4 might proveto be a contender, but if not, perhaps GFS will be cool. I look forward toplaying with it. As for LGlass, I really don't know if I'll use it -- I amkind of wed to WindowMaker, having used it for manyyears, but if it's cool enough...