tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43633063216866638312024-02-19T15:42:17.563+01:00no titleFandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-81113057120185998872015-12-27T18:18:00.000+01:002015-12-27T18:18:25.477+01:00A Few Thoughts On (The English) LanguageAnd by thoughts, I mean complaining and nitpicking. The English language has continued to erode in a few places, and somebody needs to do something. Don't worry, I'm on it.<br /><br />First, I don't mind the occasional mistake. No wait, first some background.<br /><br />I'm getting older, and dumber, but I swear twenty years ago I could open a book, look at a page, and my eyes would be drawn to mistakes and typos without even having to read the words.<br /><br />Oh good crap, I'm Rain Man. My therapist was right after all.<br /><br />Anyway, mistakes bother me. They take me out of the flow. And what I gather from the Internet, everybody else is aggressively indifferent to grammar, to the point where they will threaten you if you correct someone. It's a fun place.<br /><br />So let's get this over with. The decline of the English language, three examples.<br /><br />Dear everybody, don't use the word "complement." Just don't. Ever. You seem to think that you know what it means, but you really don't. It's not the same as "compliment," and you can't use them interchangeably. You do, but you can't. Apparently, having both of them is too confusing, so complement has to go. It's fine, you weren't using it anyway. When even the New Yorker website, one of the most pretentious publications I know, tells me that I have reached my limit of "complimentary articles," it's over. It's been so long since I've seen it used correctly that there is just no reason to keep it around anymore.<br /><br />Next: "one of the only." Don't write this. It's either the only, or one of the few.<br /><br />The last one might be a bit tricky, because I'm not sure if it's an actual rule or just my personal preference.<br /><br />When you write something like "her friend and lover," I assume you're talking about one person. Otherwise you should write "her friend and her lover." So why did every paper and news site start writing things like "his wife and mother?" Are they trying to creep me out? Is Oedipus in the news again? I thought he died, or was fictional. Or both. He was survived by his wife, mother, and daughter.<br /><br />Disclaimer: there may well be grammatical errors in this post. Apart from the ones I discussed, I mean.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-3376397398067112542015-12-27T17:12:00.000+01:002015-12-27T17:12:28.932+01:00ChBl XV part bMaybe I should take this stuff to Facebook. But then I'm afraid someone will read it.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-923273130729407432015-12-27T17:10:00.000+01:002015-12-27T17:10:03.992+01:00ChriBlo '15Christmas blog! I almost forgot to Christmas blog.<br /><br />Christ (no relation), I am like an insecure teenager when it comes to women. Also in many other areas, but that's not the point. A random woman kissed me last week (I know, I can't believe it either! I probably made it up), and I was a mess for several days afterward. Should I call her? (No.) Should I text her? (Yes.) Will she answer? (No.) Should I text her again? Ugh whatever. Yes.<br /><br />Honestly, I don't care. I'm a grown-up. I get crazy nervous, but it's more out of habit than anything else. I'm not desperate or lonely. I just look that way.<br /><br />But the body goes tense. The mind overcompensates. I know exactly what not to think about, and I try not to think about it. Easy peasy. I've been like an amused bystander, watching my brain try not to make a big deal out of something it knows is not a big deal. Went on for days. Amazing.<br /><br />I don't have a lot of experience with women, in case you were wondering.<br /><br />But on the other hand, at least I have something to blog about.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-65205465941125870092014-12-29T16:07:00.000+01:002014-12-29T16:18:47.265+01:00To 2015 in a handbagSo yesterday My Good Friend F and I went out on <a href="http://canisayfuckintheaddress.blogspot.nl/2007/12/blog-post_27.html" target="_blank">our annual Legendary Christmas Extravaganza</a>. It was a little disappointing, to be honest.<br />
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Look, if you go out on actual Christmas day, there's a special atmosphere. People know it's a weird day to go out, and they're willing to make the most of it. There hasn't been a Christmas when we didn't meet some strangers who were willing to make some new friends for one night. Because it is a special night. (Isaac Newton's birthday, obviously.)<br />
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But if you go out on The Sunday Three Days After Christmas, like we did this time, you get a bunch of people who look like they're having just one more beer before they have to go back to their Excel sheets and their knitting.<br />
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I noticed a weird thing when we walked into <a href="http://www.cafesoundgarden.nl/" target="_blank">the first bar</a>. Everybody there was arranged in a neat pattern of straight lines. The people at the bar were all sitting upright in almost the same position, and the tables on the other side all had exactly four people sitting straight and talking calmly. Nobody was standing or walking in-between. It was pretty mathematical.<br />
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It also probably didn't help that F had to fit this in between visiting his mother in Friesland and visiting his in-laws in Serbia. I think he's on a plane right now.<br />
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And I was in a weird mood. Look, I've spent Christmas with my girlfriend for the past six years, but we broke up a few weeks ago. So everything is kind of different and weird. I had a short discussion about politics with F, which I literally never do because I'm very bad at disagreeing with people. I got irritated and ugh the mood was gone and I wasn't even feeling drunk anymore and I couldn't even downvote him because real life has a disappointing lack of clicky buttons.<br />
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F did have a pretty good theory about evolution though. Something about animals learning to make tools, developing a computer and using it to crack open nuts. Yeah, it's just a theory.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-68755141540634845692014-12-27T19:40:00.000+01:002014-12-29T16:29:19.099+01:002014 just won't end<br />
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And now a word from our sponsors.<br />
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Let's talk about Trappist beers. Somebody somewhere once said that the best way to learn is to teach, so I'll try to edumacate you, and myself in the process.<br />
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(Last year around this time, on our annual Christmas outing with My Good Friend F, I bought us and some strangers we'd met a round of Westvleteren. Set me back like fifty euros or something. But goddamn it's worth it, and I might make it a tradition. We're going out again this year, tonight or tomorrow. Always fun.)<br />
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So what is a Trappist? Well, something something monks, vow of silence blah blah Belgium, etcetera boring whatever. Just check <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trappists" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>.<br />
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Well I just checked Wikipedia, and it turns out that, contrary to popular belief, Trappist monks do not take a vow of silence. They do have a Trappist sign language though, 'cos they're not big on talking. And they think laughter is evil? Hahahaha srsly wut. Well that'll teach me, for wanting to learn stuff. Let's point at them and laugh.<br />
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Anyway, back to beer. Check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NpI-LI-E_Q" target="_blank">this episode of the Beer Hunter on Youtube</a>, made in olden times (1989). He visits the monasteries of La Trappe and Chimay, and also Brouwerij 't IJ and a bar in Amsterdam, and some more Dutch microbrewers. Also there's a young monk who goes red in the face after drinking one Triple. It's kind of adorable.<br />
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So what's new in the world of Trappists? A whole bunch of stuff, actually. First of all, Westvleteren, generally considered the best beer in the world, always used to come in a bottle without a label. But <a href="http://www.standaard.be/cnt/dmf20140822_01229238" target="_blank">it looks like</a> that's about to change in 2015. To comply with European rules, they have to put a lot more information about the ingredients on the bottles, and it won't all fit on the bottle cap anymore.<br />
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Critics have pointed out that this may be the end of civilization as we know it.<br />
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Also, there's a bunch of new Trappists! Oh by the way, to make sure that a beer is really a Trappist, look for this logo:<br />
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Here's a list of all Trappist beers: <a href="http://www.trappist.be/en/pages/trappist-beers" target="_blank">dummy text to link to a list of all Trappist beers</a><br />
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And here's a newspaper clipping I thought was funny:<br />
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Back to Trappist beers again. Big news: there's now an <a href="http://spencerbrewery.com/" target="_blank">American Trappist beer</a>! Specifically, it's brewed in Spencer, Massachusetts, by monkeys? No wait, monks. Well that makes a lot more sense.<br />
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Ok my mind is wandering all over the place. Maybe I shouldn't drink beer while writing, but come on. I got a huge bottle of La Chouffe for taking care of that one huge hamster, and this is the perfect moment for making it gone.<br />
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Speaking of which, and in addition to my previous post, you should check out <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gOR91oentQ" target="_blank">Drunk History</a>. Warning: there's real puking in that video... But also the quote "Tesla was the electric Jesus." Every episode they get a famous(ish) person drunk, and get them to tell us about a piece of the history of where they live. And it's re-enacted with lip-synching.<br />
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Anyway, new Trappist beers. There's an Austrian monastery, <a href="http://www.stift-engelszell.at/" target="_blank">Stift Engelszell</a>, brewing <a href="http://www.stift-engelszell.at/cmsimple/?Trappistenbier-Brauerei:Gregorius" target="_blank">Gregorius</a>, <a href="http://www.stift-engelszell.at/cmsimple/?Trappistenbier-Brauerei:Benno" target="_blank">Benno</a>, and I guess <a href="http://www.stift-engelszell.at/cmsimple/?Trappistenbier-Brauerei:Jubil%26auml%3Bumsbier" target="_blank">Jubiläumsbier</a> but that sounds temporary.<br />
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Also there's <a href="http://www.zunderttrappist.nl/index.html" target="_blank">Zundert</a>. Ugh this is taking way too long and I'm out of Chouffe. I don't know if you can tell but I write really slowly. I'm going to clean out a hamster cage. Later, everybody (one person who may be reading this).Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-54457472300239842862014-12-25T19:35:00.000+01:002014-12-25T21:22:47.913+01:00Still 2014So, what have you been doing over the past year? Really? How interesting. Actually it was a rhetorical question, but... No by all means, go on. Huh. With sharks you say? Isn't that illegal? Yeah but... I mean, how do you even know that it's consensual? Well that's a good point. Still, it sounds a bit fishy. HAHAHA GET IT? Sorry no, I didn't mean to... Go on. Oh that was it? Huh. Well I really don't know what to... Yeah, no I won't tell anyone. You wouldn't want to... Exactly. Yeah. Well that was unexpected. Good story though.<br />
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ANYWAY, here's what you should have been doing in 2014:<br />
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Listening to the <a href="http://serialpodcast.org/" target="_blank">Serial podcast</a>.<br />
"The most popular podcast of all time" (so far) may not be the type of thing that appeals to you, but it does mean that millions of people are adding at least dozens of perspectives to a real murder case, that may or may not have gone the way the prosecutor and the police want you to believe it did.<br />
Hae Min Lee, an 18 year old high school student in Baltimore, was murdered in 1999. Adnan Syed, her ex-boyfriend, was convicted for the crime and is currently in prison for life. Did he do it? Who the hell knows. Should he have been convicted? I don't think so. Should we blithely speculate about things that deeply affect real people's lives? Um...<br />
I think the answer is yes, actually. It brings some much needed attention to things we might otherwise take for granted, concerning the (U.S.) justice system, truth, subjectivity, justice, and the American Way.<br />
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And if you like Serial, you may also like:<br />
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Up_Series" target="_blank">The documentary series "Up" by Michael Apted</a>. I mean, it's very different from Serial, bur it's real, and my god it's brilliant. In 1964, British broadcaster Granada Television commissioned a documentary film about fourteen 7 year old British children, and Apted has been revisiting them every seven years (and filming them) to see how they were getting on. In the most recent installment, two years ago, they were all 56 years old, and if like me you've watched every installment, they are like old friends. Yes, even you, John. Please keep participating. We honestly do appreciate it.<br />
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Watching <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvMchsbpStkZj6z-3HKvZOQ" target="_blank">Soul Mates</a>.<br />
Australian comedy series about two men who are friends through different periods of history. Four periods, to be precise. Just watch some clips: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpUT3du6yPo" target="_blank">Cavemen Discover Addiction (to spinning around really fast)</a>, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkm_Nawvqn4" target="_blank">Kiwi Assassins: The New Zealand Munustry of Dufinse</a>, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxKV5uVyrdc" target="_blank">"Fuck the Banks" by the Bondi Hipsters</a>, and there's a future time travel agency, but I couldn't find any clips of that on Youtube... I guess you'll have to watch the show to find out how they manage to undo all of Christianity.<br />
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And if you like Soul Mates, you may also like:<br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rjHZQ_LQsg" target="_blank">Flight of the Conchords</a>, the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AckvdGbk4w" target="_blank">Mighty Boosh</a>, and you should really already be familiar with the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCt773TCxOQ" target="_blank">IT Crowd</a> you philistine.<br />
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Watching <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgDz0s7xw8A" target="_blank">Jane the Virgin</a>.<br />
A playful take on a Venezuelan telenovela, Jane the Virgin mixes lighthearted fun with sincere depth. Centered around, and anchored firmly by, three generations of Latina women in Miami, the show can afford to be silly without losing sight of what's important. And silly it, um, affords. I particularly enjoy Rogelio (Jaime Camil), the completely shallow but well-meaning telenovela star (it's a show within the show!) who is physically incapable of talking about anything other than himself. Check out <a href="http://twitter.com/rogeliodelavega" target="_blank">the character's Twitter</a>! And then, you know, watch the show.<br />
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And if you like Jane the Virgin, you may also like:<br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNHsA4WIFvc" target="_blank">Twin Peaks</a>! Yeah that's right, I said it.<br />
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Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-71241423657087633382014-12-25T16:25:00.000+01:002014-12-25T16:25:12.220+01:00X14 part BThis is a Christmas Blog by the way. I only blog at Christmas.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-30507653677763961342014-12-25T15:58:00.000+01:002014-12-25T16:10:04.937+01:00Xmas 2014You know, I wish I had some thoughts. This would be the perfect place to write them down.<br />
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Note to whoever left two hamsters at my place: they're totally fine, not trying to kill each other at all. Although I kinda remember there used to be three of them? Could be wrong though.<br />
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Note to whoever used to be my girlfriend for the past six years: ah what can I say. Hope you're doing well, I really do.<br />
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Note to whoever is reading this: do you know anyone in New York City? I really want a .nyc web URL thingy, but they're only available to people with a physical NYC address. So I wish I knew someone there.<br />
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In fact, considering how obsessed I am with the city, I wouldn't mind making some online friends there anyway. I might look into that.<br />
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Speaking of which, can you BELIEVE they're <a href="http://www.bensonhurstbean.com/2014/12/councilman-treyger-moves-make-coney-island-boardwalk-city-landmark/" target="_blank">replacing the wooden Boardwalk on Coney Island with concrete</a>? It's been there since 1923, and it should damn well stay there. Coney just wouldn't be Coney without it. Please <a href="http://www.change.org/p/nyc-landmarks-preservation-commission-designate-historic-riegelmann-boardwalk-as-scenic-landmark?recruiter=200440266&utm_campaign=signature_receipt&utm_medium=email&utm_source=share_petition" target="_blank">sign the petition on change.org</a> to have it designated a NYC Scenic Landmark. Because it is a damn landmark.<br />
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<br />Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-46054487526799262542011-12-26T05:54:00.002+01:002011-12-26T06:04:09.681+01:00Christmas 2011Christmas really was a lot of fun this year. Also, I don't really feel like blogging about it. Sorry.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-21575815375211938722010-12-25T12:01:00.003+01:002010-12-25T12:08:54.689+01:00Whoops 2010Is it Christmas again? I almost forgot.<br /><br />This year, I'm doing absolutely nothing. Maybe some programming. In C#, if you're curious.<br /><br />And maybe a little blogging. Yay! I know, I'm excited too!Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-54265503020392806562009-12-25T15:07:00.001+01:002009-12-25T15:09:36.407+01:00Fuckmas 2009Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.<br /><br />Leave me the fuck alone fuck.<br /><br />See you next year.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-36059233253709786512008-12-26T21:58:00.003+01:002008-12-26T22:11:10.361+01:00xmas 2008At the moment, I'm really enjoying the backing vocals to "Love of the Common People."<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br />Talk to you next year.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-7992328749608329242007-12-27T10:15:00.000+01:002007-12-27T10:49:32.248+01:00So Long And ThanksWell, that's all. I'm a quittin' this blog now. I started it to have something to do for christmas, and because I thought it might be fun. And it was. I might get me a blog for real, as it were, but it won't be this one. This is over. Maybe I'll come back to it next christmas.<br /><br />Oh, and I <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> think it's best, if you're going to read this thing (or even part of it), that you start at the first post, and work your way back up. Chronological, like, for sense-making purposes.<br /><br />So goodbye, and welcome. <a href="http://canisayfuckintheaddress.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4030341825014311998">Click here</a> to go to the first post.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goodbye.</span>Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-52142028774984692562007-12-27T03:58:00.000+01:002007-12-27T04:51:39.769+01:00**....OMFG, it's four o'clock. At night. And work tomorrow.<br /><br />I was out tonight, with My Good Friend F, sort of a christmas thing. We did that last year, went to a restaurant and then dancing, and we liked it so we did it again this year. And we liked it again.<br /><br />Belgian restaurant '<a href="http://www.restaurantlieve.nl/index.php">Lieve</a>' in Amsterdam. Good food (mostly, except for the fish), great conversation, so that's okay. My Good Friend F is insane, that helps.<br /><br />Later, we went to the <a href="http://www.sugarfactory.nl/">Sugar Factory</a>, for drinking & dancing & being so cool that women would faint and men would hate us, so we drank and we danced and we were cool. And the women, well they were a bit strange. Or drunk, is a better way of putting it. No actually they were drunk <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> strange. At least the two that we talked to. I talked to one of them, except in the middle of a sentence she turned to My Good Friend F, and continued the conversation with him. And ignored me for the rest of the night. I mean, what? Was it something I said? My Good Friend F later ascertained that they were in fact both crazy, but he may have said that just to make me feel better.<br /><br />She was pretty, too. Ah well. Apparently there's some sort of sea, and there are fish in it.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-5230055566809525342007-12-26T18:19:00.000+01:002007-12-27T03:58:24.582+01:002007: A Year In MusicTraditionally, at this time of the year, we look back at the music that gave the year so much of its character, that provided the soundtrack to our lives. What topped the charts, which newcomers found a place in our hearts, and what veteran musicians still managed to surprise us. So here it is, our selection of the musical highlights of 2007:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not a fucking thing.<br /></span>Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-70111461717214046692007-12-26T17:58:00.000+01:002007-12-26T18:05:40.589+01:00**..Shit, I forgot that I forgot to activate my new credit card, old one has expired. I had just ordered eight books, and then I couldn't pay. At Amazon US by the way, UK and Germany are either more expensive or don't have what I want.<br /><br />Tried to order:<br /><table border="1" cellspacing="0" cols="1" frame="void" rules="groups"> <colgroup><col width="498"></colgroup> <tbody style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <tr> <td align="left" bgcolor="#ffff99" height="18" width="498">Full of Secrets: Critical Approaches to Twin Peaks</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="1" cellspacing="0" cols="1" frame="void" rules="groups"> <colgroup><col width="498"></colgroup> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left" bgcolor="#ffff99" height="17" width="498">The Soul Of A New Machine</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="1" cellspacing="0" cols="1" frame="void" rules="groups"> <colgroup><col width="498"></colgroup> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left" bgcolor="#ffff99" height="17" width="498">The Mythical Man-Month: Essays on Software Engineering</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="1" cellspacing="0" cols="1" frame="void" rules="groups"> <colgroup><col width="498"></colgroup> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left" bgcolor="#ffff99" height="18" width="498">Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="1" cellspacing="0" cols="1" frame="void" rules="groups"> <colgroup><col width="498"></colgroup> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left" bgcolor="#ffff99" height="17" width="498">My Story: Illustrated Edition</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="1" cellspacing="0" cols="1" frame="void" rules="groups"> <colgroup><col width="498"></colgroup> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left" bgcolor="#ffff99" height="18" width="498">Coney Island: Lost and Found</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="1" cellspacing="0" cols="1" frame="void" rules="groups"> <colgroup><col width="498"></colgroup> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left" bgcolor="#ffff99" height="18" width="498">How the Other Half Lives: Studies Among the Tenements of New York</td> </tr> </tbody> </table> <table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="1" cellspacing="0" cols="1" frame="void" rules="groups"> <colgroup><col width="498"></colgroup> <tbody> <tr> <td align="left" bgcolor="#ffff99" height="18" width="498">Five Points</td> </tr> </tbody> </table>Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-13510091668523464112007-12-26T15:48:00.000+01:002007-12-26T15:55:29.428+01:00**.Nothing to say, again.<br /><br />And if you've read the previous entries, you know that I usually follow up a statement like that with the saying of things. You see right through me.<br /><br />I'm going to buy stuff. I told you before that I got some bonuses, and of course I'm not going to spend it all right away, but there's going to be a certain amount of getting whatever the hell I want to get.<br /><br />I'm going to Amazon, brb.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-15072696122700382012007-12-26T11:02:00.000+01:002007-12-27T21:49:07.205+01:00**I think maybe Marilyn Monroe was a form of reconstructivist art.<br /><br />Oh hi, it's Wednesday now. Just got out of bed.<br /><br />Anyway, Marilyn. I find her fascinating. It seems to me that she was either completely fake or completely real.<br /><br />I guess I should explain that.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yeah, everybody really cares.</span><br /><br />Shut up interior monologue. We're not doing that anymore.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, I'll just post anonymously in the comments then.</span><br /><br />Um, yeah. You do that. Bye now.<br /><br />Where was I? Marilyn Monroe. I don't think I have to point out how she may have been completely fake, you get that. But completely real? Well, she was troubled, naive, childlike, alcoholic (narcotic), in and out of love, not the kind of things you would expect from something that is a complete fabrication. Except she <span style="font-style: italic;">was </span>a fabrication. I think she invented a persona that allowed her to completely be herself, something you can't really be in society unless you have an excuse.<br /><br />I mean she was so good at presenting that image, you all know the image, that she was either a fantastic actress (non-stop, day and night) and hyper-intelligent (not unthinkable), or she just didn't have to think about it.<br /><br />I think that might make her a piece of reconstructivist art. How can a person be art? Well, Marilyn was a creation of Norma Jeane Baker, completely fictional and perfect, and completely detached from Norma Jeane. And I think Andy Warhol agreed with me when he used her image to show something that <span style="font-style: italic;">he</span> didn't actually create, it was already there. He showed Marilyn, i.e. art.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>So why reconstructivist? And who cares? To answer the second question first, and very quickly, I think the idea of reconstructivist art can help us make better art, and I think we can learn from Marilyn. To answer the first question, I'll take the lazy way out and just address the points given on the <a href="http://kitoba.com/pedia/Reconstructivist%20Art.html">website</a> one by one. I've just looked at them, and I think this will be easy.<br /><br /><b>1. A Nod to Artifice:</b> As with deconstructionism, a reconstructivist artwork is aware of its own status as a creation, an illusion or a fiction.<br /><br />Well what can I say. Of course she was aware, she created Marilyn. She herself was the artwork.<br /><br /><b>2. A Classic Structure:</b> Despite the inclusion of surprising or startling elements, a reconstructivist artwork is always based on a classic or conventional structure.<br /><br />Absolutely. Not only was Marilyn based on what a 'star' is, she also embodied traditional ideas of what a woman should look like. Even <span style="font-style: italic;">physically</span>, she had a classic structure.<br /><br /><b>3. Transcontextual and/or Iconic Elements:</b> A reconstructivist artwork is literally a construct, generally made of decontextualized elements from many different sources.<br /><br />If Marilyn Monroe is not an icon then I don't know what is. Concerning context, I think it is obvious that she was a fictional character, something borrowed from movies, advertising, and directly from people's imaginations (men have fantasized about women like her, she even borrowed from that).<br /><br /><b>4. Moments of Genuine Emotion or Significance:</b> No matter how theatrical, cynical or shallow it might appear, a reconstructivist artwork must portray real emotions or inspire a genuine emotional response.<br /><br />This is the whole point of my argument, I think. She was fake, she was artificial, she was made-up, and at the same time she was completely real. She had affairs, breakdowns, happiness, misery, even a tragic death. You don't fake that stuff. That was real, and emotional.<br /><br />I think Marilyn Monroe was a work of art, and very <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span> art. I'm going to buy her autobiography, it could be the best work of fiction that ever really happened.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-76655120984494836342007-12-26T00:04:00.000+01:002007-12-27T21:48:42.266+01:00*.......So if last night was christmas eve, what's tonight?<br /><br />Been reading Wikipedia, I already knew that Santa Claus and Sinterklaas (Dutch tradition) are basically the same person (St. Nicholas of Myra, patron saint of Amsterdam, Moscow, archers, children and - hey wait a minute. Earlier today Wikipedia said prostitutes, now that's gone), but apparently they are also somewhat based on Odin, who was all Germanic and in-your-face and shit.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And someone might give a fuck because...</span><br /><br />Well interior monologue, it just so happens... Ah, no you're right, it's boring. I'll explain anyway: at work we have a programming language called Odin. God why am I even still typing.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Perhaps it's time to go to sleep.</span><br /><br />Yeah, maybe. I'm kind of tired from not doing anything all day.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Perfect... When he's gone I can...<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span><br /></span>What?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br />What?<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span>Did you say something?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No... Did you hear something?</span><br /><br />Um... I thought, yeah, I mean...<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Well I didn't say anything.</span></span></span></span><br /><br />Um, okay then. Goodnight.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs I bought from that weird guy down the street with the terrarium...</span><br /><br />Dude, WTF?<br /><br /><br />('Interior monologue' idea stolen from Douglas Coupland, the Gum Thief.)<br />(Pablo Picasso once said "Good artists borrow, great artists steal." Looks like it's time to be a great artist.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>)<br />(That last line was stolen from One over Zero.)<br />(Dude if I'm gonna steal, I gotta stop crediting people.)Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-86025356050305453022007-12-25T22:02:00.000+01:002007-12-25T23:11:11.782+01:00*......I added some links, to websites, on the right. Which is funny, because we call it 'links'. No, wait. 'Rechts'. We call it 'rechts' and you call it 'links'. No. Um... Oh forget it.<br /><br />So I added some links. They are these:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.undefined.net/1/0/">One over Zero.</a><br />A webcomic. And a damn good one. The artist can't actually draw very well, and that helps. Apparently it's an example of 'reconstructivist art', that's how I found it.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/"></a><a href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/">Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal.</a><br />Another damn good webcomic! You look like the kind of girl who needs more than one.*<br /><br /><br />*What Johnny Bravo said to a girl in response to 'I already have a boyfriend'.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/">Boobs, Injuries, & Dr. Pepper.</a><br />One of the best names for a blog ever, together with...<br /><br /><a href="http://wwtdd.com/index.phtml">What Would Tyler Durden Do.</a><br />But that's not the only reason I link to them. It's <span style="font-style: italic;">most</span> of the reason. Boobs, Injuries, & Dr. Pepper is also well-written and amusing, and WWTDD... Boy, how am I going to explain this one. Well, first the bad news. It's all about Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan and the latest gossip about the lamest people. So how the <span style="font-style: italic;">hell</span> can I read this? Well, it's this. The guy who writes it... Isn't stupid. I hadn't realized it before, but everybody else who writes about Britney, Paris and Lindsey is stupid. <span style="font-style: italic;">Everybody</span>. Now that I read it back it seems obvious, but I hadn't really thought about it, didn't care I guess. But this guy is not. He's rude, blunt, ruthless and sexist (but openly, to me that makes it acceptable), but somewhere behind those rants is a smart person, and you know, we have our ways of recognizing each other. Codes and secret handshakes and the like. So ok, yes, I've been reading about <span style="font-style: italic;">Britney</span>. I admit it! <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't look at me! Why are you looking at me like that!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://kitoba.com/pedia/Reconstructivist%20Art.html">Reconstructivist Art.</a><br />I may not know a lot about art, but I know what I like. And apparently, I like reconstructivist art. It's sort of a return to, let's see... "classic themes and structures, with the goal of creating works of genuine emotion and significance". Except it also "builds upon prior, deconstructionist artworks and techniques". Oh jeez, enough with the copy/paste, just click on the link already.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-30940936445024874502007-12-25T20:47:00.000+01:002007-12-25T21:16:04.970+01:00*.....Just looking at those pictures I posted before, and the 'Men at Work' thing is supposed to be a moving .<span style="font-style: italic;">gif</span>. It's supposed to show the lyrics to 'Down Under', not just the first four words.<br /><br />Oh, and Del Boy, that's Derek Trotter from 'Only Fools and Horses'. Trust me, it's funny.<br /><br />In fact, I'm going to look for that clip of Del in the wine bar, one of the funniest things from a sitcom ever. Wait.<br /><br />Found it:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ni11JxRLwDM&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ni11JxRLwDM&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Alright, as long as I'm on Youtube, here's the second funniest thing from a sitcom that I can think of. Men Behaving Badly, it's five and a half minutes but I think it's worth it. Also from the BBC.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6unrEUjAfk&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6unrEUjAfk&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-9830885594658755512007-12-25T20:23:00.000+01:002007-12-25T20:24:52.603+01:00*....Someone listing their favorite songs or movies on a blog that less than a dozen people will ever read, and exactly zero people will give a damn about, <span style="font-style: italic;">on christmas day</span>.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-54748190412781913932007-12-25T19:52:00.000+01:002007-12-25T20:16:07.703+01:00*...Hey I thought of something that is more pathetic than someone listing their favorite songs or movies on a blog that less than a dozen people will ever read, and exactly zero people will give a damn about. Remember I asked about that a coupla posts before? No? You know this stuff might make more sense if you read the oldest posts first, and work your way up. But hey, your choice.<br /><br />Anyway, I thought of something. That is more pathetic than someone listing their favorite songs or movies on a blog that less than a dozen people will ever read, and exactly zero people will give a damn about. It's someone listing their favorite songs or movies on a blog that less than a dozen people will ever read, and exactly zero people will give a damn about, and misspelling every other word. I mean, I'm being spell-checked right now. Apparently, 'spell-checked' is spelt correctly.<br />And 'spelt' isn't. I've looked it up, and 'spelt' <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> actually correct. It's in the dictionary. But whatever.<br /><br />Once, I think it was on Fark, someone commented: "Doh! Mispelled 'bus'. Oh well." Instead of replying "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MISSPELL 'BUS'!!?!??" (I couldn't see the original post he was referring to), I chose to point out that he had also misspelled 'misspelled'. I did not suggest he refrain from procreation. Should I have?<br /><br />Nah, he won't be able to figure out how it's done anyway.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363306321686663831.post-86937838003592531672007-12-25T19:15:00.000+01:002007-12-25T19:52:27.273+01:00*..Through the years, I've collected 214 pictures from the internet that I found funny. I'm not sure why. Sometimes I look at them. Sometimes, when I look at them, I laugh. Hey, that must be why!<br /><br />Now, for a limited time only, you too can look at some of these pictures!<br /><br />(Of course for a limited time. What did you think, you were going to live forever, and spend eternity looking at these pictures?)<br /><br /><br />You know, what I could use right now is a link that says 'click here to read the rest of this story' or something.<br /><br />Or some inspiration, rather than having to resort to posting other people's stuff.<br /><br />Oh yeah, obviously none of this is mine. I don't remember who originally made it, or where I found it. I do not own the copyright. I have no permission to post it here. Some of it may have come from Worth1000, Somethingawful or B3ta.<br /><br />Oh, and the last one's not funny. 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You know, Jesus' birthday and all. As they say, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, so I thought I'd acquire a little knowledge.<br /><br />But I didn't feel like it.<br /><br /><br />Shit, I've got absolutely nothing to say.Fandangohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237931500182257849noreply@blogger.com0