1. The best part about having had the recurring Richard Preston dream is that I’ll be humming this all day.

     
  2. Here’s pretty much everything you need to know about me.

    Here’s pretty much everything you need to know about me.

     
  3. Tiny Details

    Because I am generally wary about potentially losing my hearing, I watch TV with the volume pretty low and closed captions on.  (IT’S TOTALLY SENSIBLE)  And so it was that I noted the final caption in “The Empire Strikes Back”

    (Note, there are several different ways that R2D2 gets captioned over the course of the film, which vary in level of amusement and potential usefulness for a hearing person and a hard-of-hearing person, respectively.  This is relevant because the last caption is of his audio.)

    Anyhow, that last caption was:

    [QUIET MOAN]

    I happened to be cutting through the library the other day when mailbot turned the corner and crossed the threshold into that wing of the building and the loudness of his beeps gets suddenly attenuated by ~75%.  SO CONSIDERATE!  I, on the other hand, gasped loudly enough that one of the librarians scowled in my general direction.  They’re still not fans.

     
  4. An Animated Gif Made of Post-its: The lowest end of low-end treatments. (Bring Your Own Sound Effects.)
More like “Beware the IDLES of March”, amirite?!…I am not particularly good at drawing people. So sorry!

    An Animated Gif Made of Post-its:
    The lowest end of low-end treatments.
    (Bring Your Own Sound Effects.)

    More like “Beware the IDLES of March”, amirite?!
    …I am not particularly good at drawing people. So sorry!

     
  5. The sheer number of memories built off of the tenuous scaffolding of associated playlists are the kind of meta-data that makes any biographically sorted music library almost impenetrable.

    “This song is primarily associated with the finest mattress I could never bring myself to sleep on.  And the period of time right around when I was filing my thesis.  And a weird night 3000 miles away from and 10 years before there and then.  But mostly the mattress, mostly.  It was probably really comfortable.”

     
  6. MuntzFace

     
  7. It’s a weird thing to realize that some people who’ve known me for years still have no firsthand data for what I am like without the sword of Damocles hanging over my head.

    This manuscript will totally go out in 2012.

     
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    11110 —> 11111.

    Less panicked this time around

    Probably because some kids and older folks thought I was a sophomore (maybe college, maybe high school—either way, the sun damage avoidance from the underground years appears to have bought me 10+ years,) at a community thing the other day.  Either the lack of sun damage or the lack of a wedding ring/babies.  I would prefer to think it is the former. 

    I’ll need a new bit next year.

     
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    This song contains perhaps one of the most egregious gaps from the whistled compilation posted the other day (“the other day” being yesterday—I have a terrible sense of time), AND, likely the loveliest reference to “radiolarians” in popular music.  However, not the loveliest of radiolarians references(Maybe it is the 3 cups of coffee I consumed this morning, but my stomach is upset by how jealous I am about how lovely those are. Ooh, the Germans.)

    Fun fact: Radiolarians comes from the late Latin radiolus or ‘faint ray,’. Masterswarm is right next to Golden Master in the search based playlist which comes from a different ray altogether.  Which can take us back to Bacon Numbers.  The winding is incredibly tight these days.

     
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    While not comprehensive, a solid compilation.

    (Source: extrahotgreat.com)

     
  11. jimmymarks:

capnmariam:

[Something was quoted here, but I fail at proper referencing to myself all the time.]  

… I knew stuff about Morse code. 
And while those skills haven’t stayed, my love of befriending people I will never meet in real life continues. 
Case in point. 

 .—  ….  .-  -    -.  .  .-.  -..  -  .-  …  -  ..  -.-.    -.-.  —-  -.  …-  .  .-.  …  .-  -  ..  —-  -.  …    .—  .    .—  —-  ..-  .-..  -..    ….  .-  …-  .     —.  ..-  -.—    ..-.  .-.  —-  —    -  ….  .    ..-.  ..  …-  .    -…  -.—    ..-.  ..  …-  .    -.-.  ….  .-  -     .-.  —-  —-  —
So…I just like weird communication, cf. adventures with sign language, braille, cuneiform, whistled language, [redacted—ill timed quip about “morose” code] and so on.  I almost became an encryption person (wrong reference, but sort of related), but my fear of computers led to a dropped major.   Becoming a Ph.ake Doctor seemed a much better choice, where I could keep enigmas wrapped in riddles wrapped in vests, for personal entertainment instead of forcing myself to view them as “work” albeit with tasty machines.  I make other stuff instead and still occasionally play with robots, so it isn’t as tragic as it sounds.   
But, yes, the internet is a weird and delightful place.  I don’t, in fact, have a ham radio for probably the same reason I don’t have pets:  a Major Tom-like existence is probably a universal default for a certain kind of odd person if they don’t make the occasional awkward foray into meat-space.  Getting too comfortable is dangerous.
Anyhow.  See wikipedia: Major Tom.  (How neat is that?!)  That should be required reading.

    jimmymarks:

    capnmariam:

    [Something was quoted here, but I fail at proper referencing to myself all the time.]  

    … I knew stuff about Morse code. 

    And while those skills haven’t stayed, my love of befriending people I will never meet in real life continues. 

    Case in point. 

     .—  ….  .-  -    -.  .  .-.  -..  -  .-  …  -  ..  -.-.    -.-.  —-  -.  …-  .  .-.  …  .-  -  ..  —-  -.  …    .—  .    .—  —-  ..-  .-..  -..    ….  .-  …-  .    —.  ..-  -.—    ..-.  .-.  —- —    -  ….  .    ..-.  ..  …-  .    -…  -.—    ..-.  ..  …-  .    -.-.  ….  .-  -    .-.  —-  —-  —

    So…I just like weird communication, cf. adventures with sign language, braille, cuneiform, whistled language, [redacted—ill timed quip about “morose” code] and so on. I almost became an encryption person (wrong reference, but sort of related), but my fear of computers led to a dropped major.   Becoming a Ph.ake Doctor seemed a much better choice, where I could keep enigmas wrapped in riddles wrapped in vests, for personal entertainment instead of forcing myself to view them as “work” albeit with tasty machines.  I make other stuff instead and still occasionally play with robots, so it isn’t as tragic as it sounds.   

    But, yes, the internet is a weird and delightful place.  I don’t, in fact, have a ham radio for probably the same reason I don’t have pets: a Major Tom-like existence is probably a universal default for a certain kind of odd person if they don’t make the occasional awkward foray into meat-space.  Getting too comfortable is dangerous.

    Anyhow.  See wikipedia: Major Tom.  (How neat is that?!)  
    That should be required reading.

     
  12. Although it can be understood by members of other species, it is extremely difficult for those with non-Wookiee physiology to speak. Conversely, Wookiee mouthparts physically cannot create the sounds of Galactic Basic, thus while Wookiees such as Chewbacca can understand characters speaking Basic, he cannot speak it. In Timothy Zahn’s “Heir to the Empire”, Leia Organa Solo encounters a Wookiee with a speech impediment which conveniently renders his Shyriiwook pronunciation much easier to understand by Leia.
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    Galactic Basic ≈ Wookiee Lisp 

    0/3 of the proposals, 0/10 of the letters, and 0/2 of the manuscripts I came here to write/edit/rejigger have been touched.  I’ve got 5 hours before I have to go anywhere.

    Upside: I feel like I’ve learned a whole lot today, maybe about myself being a little too proud of a quip about programming.  

    (Appropriately enough, I actually did return a book about basic to the library earlier.  I’m less of a liability every day.)

    (Source: Wikipedia)

     
  13. "JEEVES: MAN OF THE PEOPLE." Or, "Text-Based Girl-Talk: Farts, Burps, TV, and the OED."

    1. DRM: Also, Louie last night was not as good as the season premiere. bloo bloo bloo.
    2. CMC: Well, you can't have an episode whose sole purpose is to lead up to a 42 second fart EVERY week. ;)
    3. DRM: I contend one can.
    4. CMC: Maybe a burp. But not a fart.
    5. DRM: there was a period of time in which my brothers and I communicated primarily in pictures of bowel movements. I may be the worst person to take up this argument with.
    6. CMC: I almost just google-searched 'burps are better than farts' but I remembered that I am a) at work and b) a semi-functional member of society? B is clearly up for debate.
    7. DRM: The only reason I am not looking it up right now is that I don't even want to put that kind of idea out there. You also like mayonnaise, don't you? Blech: Also, the fact that you wrote "google-searched" is adorable and I will immortalize it somehow. If I WERE to do so, I would surely log-out first. And then Ask Jeeves. Is that still a thing?
    8. CMC: I don't like 'googled'. I don't like verb-izing (confession: I first wrote 'verbalizing' because that seems like the word for turning something into a verb, but it's actually a real other thing! Which I remembered when I typed it!) brand names. It seems wrong. We were searching for things before Google came around! Who do they think they are!? Yeah. Totally Ask Jeeves. He'd know. He's a man of the people. P.S. MAYONNAISE ROCKS.
    9. DRM: See, I think I might put a finer point there: I LOVE the manufacture of words from other words. HOWEVER, I too am mindful about avoiding brand metonymy because sometimes one doesn't know for sure which brands are ubiquitous enough to be reasonable. BUT, as "Google" has been in the OED 5 full years now, it's probably okay. I feel we've lost the original thread here though: farts as a feasible endpoint for 22 minutes of programming. Think of it in terms of South Park: you knew Kenny would likely die, but that didn't make it less ...amusing.
    10. CMC: I am conflicted. Farts are gross. Burps are funny. BUT, if one ended every episode with one or the other, at some point it would get escalated to the next step-- the farts would turn to poop, and the burps would turn to vomit. And someone pooping their pants is way funnier than someone throwing up. So. I'm puzzled.
    11. DRM: I suppose my inability to burp as a kid led to my finding belching interesting and impressive as opposed to especially funny. But, to the point, I think one can do a lot given limits, and the limit of 1 delightful fart every episode would not be a hard limit to deal with.
     
  14. From Winkipedia:

The “Clink”
In addition to the traditional “wink”, a “clicking” sound is made  with the side of the tongue and gums that sound taach (joining the  tongue and upper lip and cross the air from outside to in side). This is  a very advanced winking maneuver, with particular emphasis on timing  the “click” with the “wink” at exactly the same time. The “clink” is  typically used to signify agreeance or satisfaction.

Advanced winking maneuvers. A+.

    From Winkipedia:

    The “Clink”

    In addition to the traditional “wink”, a “clicking” sound is made with the side of the tongue and gums that sound taach (joining the tongue and upper lip and cross the air from outside to in side). This is a very advanced winking maneuver, with particular emphasis on timing the “click” with the “wink” at exactly the same time. The “clink” is typically used to signify agreeance or satisfaction.

    Advanced winking maneuvers. A+.

     
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    Warning: If you’re reading while listening, somehow the file got cropped at the end with an abruptness that, every time it’s been played on this computer, has made me make a sound like a wookiee being punched in the stomach.  But it’s nice until then.  And, because I tend to sort alphabetically, it’s followed by The Clash, so…it’s not too bad. 

    Bibliotecadventures #31 UCB: Music Library

    I’m actually ~80% sure that I never went into the UC Berkeley Music Library, which is a little sad.  I can’t remember the interior anyhow, though I once hit a softball into their window (terrible thud, no breakage, we all ran away just in case). I’d go down to the practice rooms, but I think that was a different building. 

    BUT!

    The reference librarians were awesome.  We had their phone number taped to the desk with the phone on it in lab.  (As you may know, I spent a good great 7 years mostly several floors underground. Mostly.)  Because intelligent telephony devices were not always ubiquitous, we used to settle our musical disputes the old-fashioned way: calling the music library; explaining that, yes, it was us again, and if they could assist us in the identification of a piece—usually some manner of classical theme—we would be much obliged.  Someone would proceed to hum or whistle or sing (Typically, R hummed, S sang, or I whistled) the piece, and then say “wait wait, you’re going on speakerphone now”.  -Click- Voilà!  Illumination.

    AND, a few seconds later, gratitude, shame, and mocking.  It was a pretty complete social-experience.  Lab-families are weird because of the dynamics and transience, but it was very often a good group.  The library probably saved us from having to take up fisticuffs, though we did once consider a midyear Festivus.  That is a different story, though.