Education is learning to love the things we otherwise wouldn't know how to love, from Shakespeare to chemistry to Cubism to geometry to the history of Iraq. Learning how to do things - write in cursive, multiply numbers - is just a small part.

These tend towards the traditional, as the loudspeakers play familiar songs - "bamboo for sale, long pieces, for [laundry drying] structures" or "tofu guy, the tofu guy is here" (except that tofu song is only a whistle really - no lyrics).

Soon we're having a perfectly ordinary conversation, except for the fact my chest is heaving with deep sighs of relief that nobody will ever know I'm such a dork.

i am part of some kind of ocean right now.

Make teleporters. Not war.

Gomen has a weblog... with more exciting bowling pictures and a trip to the beach. Take a look see.

From the chaos comes corndog.

Bowling in the Presidio is fun. Especially for a birthday. They've got foosball and cheap snacks and bowling... But you've gotta keep an eye out for roughians. They seem to be all over the joint.

Immediately upon waking
I remember
Was the size of your eyes.

It's about 12:30am. 30 minutes of new day. Five spam e.mails already. I guess the early birds get the incest porn worm...

Today (make that yesterday, accounting for the clock) two conversations where had. Notable for their unexpressive surroundings. One beautiful in it's silent comfort. Nothing to talk about, no space to fill. Silence and sighs. The other also of little consequence but comfortable in it's familiarity and sometimes too long since... What to do, but smile.

If life is nothing but a constant conversation with your self... how many times today did you not like what you heard? and how about tomorrow? Hand raising while speaking out of turn. The first, that last, and the oh so long one in-between.

To clarify, the something soon isn't anything. In particular. Just a forward thinking statement... general at best. Positive for sure.

Lane is gone for two more days. One more than expected. Four too long.

Listening: Themselves - The No Music. Still going strong. Lots of little things. Current summary: expressive.

Watching: Webcast of Panel on: Weblogs -- Challenging Mass Media and Society. Lots of little things. Common thread: this is all a work in progress. Somebody might say "Under Construction"... someone funny.

What makes it a web is the fact that it has links. That's quite literally what turned the Internet into the Web. But every link says, "Here's something I care about. Maybe you will, too. So, go away from my page and go visit this other page." - David Weinberger

So What?

I understand that San Francisco gets warm in October. But it's September. and it is hot. Not that I mind. I'm just saying... It's H O T!

Last night I gave a fairly thorough run through of HTML/CSS/Blogging and some other related things to a friend. It was fun. I like letting people know how enabling technology can be... all for that light that pops with an increased understanding of perspective.

In other things could barely be better.... and thats only a matter of time. Hopefully. Something to say here soon I think.

And what was that?

Mr. Gomen picked me up a copy of The No Music, in Berkley. The first listen I enjoyed it....but was a little disappointed. The second listen was with headphones. It's amazing. I walked home (about 3 miles or so) so I could listen to it all. It's beautiful. It's dense. The details are plentiful... and all rather original. I don't know what sort of music to call it. It's certainly something else... and quite a condensed statement on the human condition. I'm going to be listening to it a lot lately.

You should buy it.

I got up early this morning and went by Ameoba Records to pick up the new Themselves and Boom Bip. They had neither. Stinkin record store.

There are pixels in my garden. Paraphrased.

All up in blogatron.

2) I hate you, gravity!
I hate you for dropping things onto me off the top of the refrigerator.
I hate you for making walking so much less like flying than it ought to be.

Monday i get my first full paycheck in some time.... Tuesday everything i've ever wanted is released. Ladytron (self-titled) - Boom Bip (seed to sun) - Themselves (the no music). Bye-bye paycheck.

Anticon finaly has an online store. There's even a Dose only deal. Those kids have got some style.... if only they had some HTML to go with it.

One year gone by... and we're still killing. Despite the memories. The Just and the Holy cycling through revenge. The goth kids should be vindicated. Everyone's wearing a sad face among the sunlight. But the mood has been massaged by marketing. At least somewhat. The goth kids know better. People's pain used to push in more hate. How many times have you heard 'Iraq' today... or some such 'Winning!' something. What does it have to do with memorializing? I'd wager not a thing. Even less to do with peace. Killing is a solution. It's been used as one many times before (see your history text books, under 'Evil'). There's another one. It's not as easy. No one gets to be important. Or vindicated. But in the long run, everyone ends up better off.

Let's give it a shot.

The number of photo's at Sandbox was getting to long to flip through one after another. So now there's a big list. Plus a smaller list of highlights, compiled by the lovely Ms. Lane (Thank you kindly).

Wow. Good news in the world... BBC - Dalai Lama team visits Beijing. It's not much, but I'll take what I can get.

Look. It's the new nearly office.

We moved into the new Pyra office more like shared workspace today. It's nice. One room.... with an old detective style frosted glass door. Very cozy. I spent more time with my co-workers today than ever before. There's not much choice. Which is kinda nice. It's also right downtown. That's a bit different. There's so much activity. And silly places to eat. I like it. ...In moderation.

The Lyrics Born show was canceled. Word on the street is that the "promoter fucked up". O-Well. Wonderful friends made me a delicious dinner... I got nifty little gifts... and had a great time. Thank you all very much.

Today it's my birthday. I hope to hit Chuck E Cheese in time for the 12:30pm show. Have some pizza with friends. Play some air hockey... maybe even Wak-a-Mole. But mostly Skee Ball. It's got the highest token to ticket ratio. ...Flirt with the prize counter lady. Get her to spot me enough tickets for the miniature rubber chicken keychain. Then call it a day.

The best laid plans.

I've never met a date format I didn't like.

The best laid plans... run out of room when unexpected friendship finds it's self. So stories wait. They aren't really important any how.

Yes, that is yet another excuse for not writing more. But a good one. It seems when I want to write here the most, I do the least. All the posts never make it past slowly passing thoughts. If only I had one extra hand. Dedicated to archiving ideas. Like a personal stenographer. Very personal. With it's own keyboard to act independently. At the end of each day, I could read it's notes. And see what I've been up to. If only...

I got a little too excited at the farmers market. I needed veggie kabob makings for a little labor day bbq... little being the key word. I think there's around 45 of them. Plus nine ears of corn. The vegetables are most certainly taken care of. I hope folks are hungry.