Monthly Archives: April 2004

best spam ever

They wisely left it short but sweet. Titled “Does it matter?” the I received the following text: “Your photo, uahhh…. , you are naked!” with with some jibber-jabber zipfile that I left alone. But anonymous spammer, thank you, that’s the best piece I’ve ever received. On another note, I think most spammers should be imprisoned, fined, and despised, especially for the nasty nasty things they send to people they’ve never met, including children and nuns! But also for being inconsiderate, resource wasting, greedy, scamming, lying pigs.

housing bubble

Don’t recall where I got this link, it was up on my browser when I came into work this morning, but it’s a pretty interesting and dark observation on the state of the housing market and its relation to the economy. I hope that the fears are exagerated, but there’s no telling. I wonder what a bubble burst in the housing market would do to the Pearl District and proposed Macadam development projects? My guess is near disaster since the condos seem to be riding the wave to me.

I need to learn a lot more about economics tho. What happens when housing prices drop to the individual? To the market? To related markets, such as investor markets? My thought is this. On the surface if the value of my house drops it shouldn’t affect me too much because I am already making payments. But then, if I have to sell, it’ll be a lot trickier because I won’t be able to cover the loan with the sale, so I’d get out with debt. But the bigger question isn’t what happens to me, but what happens to the bigfish. The ones who hold mortgage guarantees, and have their fingers in a lot of different pies. The ones that make up a lot of the nonconsumer- and nongovernment-spending portion of our economy. If suddenly they start bankrupting, and need to be bailed out, consumer confidence is down, international investments go down, house pricing, stock market, it all goes down. Just trying to think through some big ideas that I don’t understand too well here, so if you get it, let me know.

coolbot

Well, the autonomous race, while cool and scary, can only lead to one thing. Autonomous mobile beverage refrigeration units. I need one of these for my next party. And just to get through the pressures of everyday life. So, if y’all are interested in helping out, let me know in the comments and I’ll setup a paypal account or just figure out a way for you to send me a check. Does anyone know if the post office is still in business? via deetor.

worst songs

It’s been awhile. I’ve had this one in my pocket for a day or two, but the steady stream at my cube has prohibited posting. So, a couple weeks ago, Hox and I grabbed lunch out at some west-side Tex-Mex joint, Cactus Jack’s or Willie’s or somesuch. Anyway, the radio was playing a nice 70s-80s selection of tunes, including Heart, Loggins, and then, the crux, Starship’s We Built This City. Hox insisted that WBTC (on Rock and Roll) was the worst song ever. Well, according to Blender he’s right. Some other baddies include classics such as Eddie Murphy’s ‘My Girl Like to Party All the Time’ (Party all the Ti-ime), and anything by Huey Lewis and the News (except the Back to the Future songs) including Richard Marx. oops, I think my own feelings bled into that one. By the way, if anyone can find the whole list, please post it in the comments.

windsurfing

so, I’ve decided to learn a new sport this year. I’d originally thought kiteboarding, because it looks awesome (like the funnest thing in the world), but after much deliberation I’m leaning 90% towards windsurfing. Right now I’m planning to take a lesson on mid-late May. So, if anyone has any tips for me, or opinions, or just feels like typing something, leave a comment. Particularly useful would be lesson experiences, equipment buying experiences, and general woes and elations. Also, I’m looking for other novice surfing buddies to share rides/pain/pitchers with. Cheers, and happy friday.

short week

ah, the joys of the short week. I was out healthy (but sore) Monday and Wednesday. Monday I spent a lot of figuring out how an industrial sewing machine works. Figured out some of it and fixed the problem at hand. And now I know what terms like bobbin and needle mean. Tuesday evening I had a men’s soccer game, much fun, but we lost in a strange game against Thunder. Oh, well, the score was a lot worse than the game, though there were a few injuries. My dad and stepmom are in town so I took yesterday off. We had a nice day cruising aroung town…hit Nicolas’s for lunch, then cruised Reed College and Eastmoreland to see some nice plants and houses, and then, dehydrated and fading from the tasty food, we went to the Tao of Tea. That was a nice place. It’s so peaceful in there, and the tea is good too. Neither of them had ever had Lebanese food or been to a ‘tea place’ for green tea. They then took naps, while I went home to play some PS2 soccer (Winning 11 rocks FIFA, I must say), and afterwards N and I met them at Newport Bay for late happy hour grub and margaritas, finishing up back at their boat for scotch and chat. Overall a really nice week so far.

chicken. dance!

I’m not sure what/why/how this is, but it’s got a chicken and may be associated with Burger King. via hox.

me n’ Taj

Poker night last night, some good friends were gonna be there and I had an idea. I needed a way to get the edge. To unleash a barrage, a cavalcade if you will, of devastating emotional attacks. I needed to beat down the spirit, to get the jump on the enemy. Well, knowing the enemy, Taj, I came up with a plan, simple in scope, masterful in execution.

fun taj 2
As you can see, my plan was not so subtle. And Taj was onto me, but I’d driven the wedge and the minions fell to my bidding. After his initial phase of fighting it, Taj grew weary, my ploy driven deep.

fun taj 2

greenroom vs. swoosh

My men’s soccer season has started back up. Our first game was Tuesday. Much fun was had, we played against Nike’s Swoosh team and fairly dominated the game. We won most 50-50 balls, were faster, and, in the end, we scored more. One of my goals this winter was to come out of it not in worse shape than I started it, which is what normally happens when I sit on my ass for 4 months. Happily, a think I succeeded pretty well, and had endurance and whatever else throughout the game, running a number of overlaps with the outside halfback (me being outside fullback). To really bring home the pleasure, (wow…I think my language patterns are really wrecked immediately after listening to this and this) I got the first assist of the season on an overlap, sending the ball from wide right to our beautiful forward, who finished it magnificently. The game went well, we put a few off of the uprights, too many…so close. They got a couple in. We got a couple more into the net, final 3-2, a fine game. And make sure you listen to the entirety of the links. And my new puter project is to make a postnuke module to help manage my teams. We’ll see, it might take awhile, but when it’s close, y’all will hear about it.

movie time

An old friend was in town this weekend to show a film at the Longbaugh Film Festival at the Hollywood theater. I only saw his film, title “Never Say Die”, which wasn’t just his film but his lady-friend Katie also. It’s a documentary about a Black Sabbath cover band called Sabra Cadabra who plays out East in Jersey and/or New York. It was a fun film, with a lot of funny moments, tension, sadness, and information. You’ve probably missed your chance to see it, unless you happen to be in Maryland in early May, or they get into more festivals. Attendance at the festival was likely hurt because the weather was so good. I couldn’t imagine myself staying inside any longer than I did, and afterwards we went back to my place to BBQ. I setup a pretty good spread, with pork loin, sausages, 2 styles of chicken, salmon, corn, asparagus, and the spelt strawberry shortcake that N made. I couldn’t believe that we put such a dent in it. A good time was had by all, and D and K are back to New York. I also saw Little Lost Robot there, presumably to pick up his gigantic trophy, but didn’t say hi cuz so much was abuzz.

did I hear correctly?

Just listening to the radio (sirius streaming….yeah!) and the DJ (Madison) mentioned a couple ‘…of the year’ awards from some organization or other. The first: Michael and Janet J. being the most foolish. The second, the Story of the Year: Martha Stewart. What? Didn’t we instigate a war? It seems like 2003 was a pretty huge year for ‘stories’ and while Martha was there with her sunglasses on, it certainly wasn’t the story of the year. But then, I was focusin on something else, so maybe I just blew that one. anyway, happy friday!