Posts Tagged ‘software’

What Did The Bad Brains Mean When They Wrote That?

31 Jul


Originally posted on Thu, 31 Jul 1997 12:46:42

> of bubblewrap. Will be mailed today. Wanna sneak a peek at my newest client?

Groovy! I'm digging that coptic papyrus global avant garde look. What's the background on this one?

I've picked up a book on Microsoft Visual Basic. Taking my time with it—always the double agent, I'm learning with the hardware, OS, and software of evil.

Applying for many a job—mainly in PA. Hoping to hear on a couple possibilities. Reading Tama Janowitz's Slaves of New York and E. Annie Proulx's (sp?) The Shipping News. Soaking in a lot of net and cable media.

Have you played any tennis yet? I picked up some balls yesterday so I could bang it against the practice wall at the town park here in Bloomsburg. Picked 'em up at the local Walmart. Amazing place, that Walmart. Let me know what's shaking in the District...

Peace. Love. Blueberry pierogies.


Roll Your Own Bandwidth

31 Mar

true-detectiveOriginally posted on Mon Mar 31 02:01:23 1997

Yes. Checking the clock and checking my pages. Saturday's bandwidth problems are not reproducing themselves tonight. The graphics are loading almost as fast as they do from my own hard drive. That's good to know. The sluggishness this past Saturday at four in the afternoon was depressing, but understandable for a plethora. Thanks for the software. I'll examine it in the morning, as I'm getting ready to hit the sack. I just hope it doesn't hit back...

Postscript 2013: When I was somewhere in the vicinity of ten years old, my hometown got a 7-11 convenience store. So now we had one red light and one Seven-Eleven. Growing up, going cosmopolitan. My world had suddenly expanded to include cherry icees and True Detective magazines. I welcomed both these wonderful new products with exactly the same internal combustion as I had two years earlier discovered my first baseball cards. At ten I probably was the number one trader in town, maybe number two. I had thousands of cards. I would continue to trade the cards, but now I had found something else to do on the pretense of buying an icee. I never bought the magazines, but I would squat down—perched on the balls of my feet in front of the monster wooden rack backed up against the cashier's area—facing just a few feet from the familiar glass storefront doors to spend precious moments staring at the lurid covers and thumbing through what I soon learned were the less interesting pages of TD. Trapped between shame and boldness, it was the covers of scantily clad women in and out of some sort of criminal bondage scenario that jailed my eyes for anybody wandering into the store just feet behind me to note.

Years later I learned that Ludwig Wittgenstein also loved the American True Detective pulp magazines, according to his biographer Ray Monk in The Duty of Genius, but surely the fellow that was once known as the Boy Genius of Cambridge must have loved them for the stories.


A Frilly-Mouthed Backwater Courtesan

05 Nov




Date: Tue, 5 Nov 1996 12:16:19

Check out what I did from scratch this morning while waiting to jolly off with Blum and Sue and somewhat less so with Tim to vote. (Tim votes in a different precinct since he's never notified the voting board of his change of address):

Ben's recent critique about the ugly font disturbed me, although I recall you liked it so much you asked its name. Your own recent behavior however has influenced me in other ways. Together THE MOTE is the world's...

Odd events hover about this 8500. Pull down the SPECIAL menu bar for RESTART and the machine freezes forcing me to the keyboard juggernaut some three dozen straight restarts. Of course the machine then responds with an extended 2-bit intro, a very very slow reboot, and finally the message box that the machine was improperly restarted. It's been doing this since Saturday, a week after working fine. We have reinstalled the system software twice. Have run SAM 4.0 and Norton, Disk Doctor and my fat fickle fingers through my hair, all to no avail. Sue and I spent all last weekend picking thorns off the Mac. I'm beginning to lose my MacEnvangelista edge...

I really like my new page even though it only leads to two places, well actually one, because the eMail button is simply Netscape's mail interface, but you know what I mean...

The interface clean, friendly, although like a frilly-mouthed backwater courtesan in a few places she is just a damned mite too courteous. There are two dialogue boxes I wish I could turn off but research in that area has offered no solutions.
It's like the road to heaven and hell. It doesn't lead to two places. It only leads to one which is the absence of the other.

Will probably whip up some new minimalist approaches to the West Hollywood and Motor City sites today just to free myself from the strain of low production anxiety blues. Athens needs something but I sort of like it the way it is. Tokyo Beach is still under wraps. Needs beaucoup attention. Blowpoet work still dormant. will feature a JERUSALEM, ROOTS, and GSIS HOMEDOCK section as well. The latter will be the more hip, flippant, eat me, beat me, call me names side of the domain.

Mostly been keeping busy organizing & troubleshooting the new Mac, and from La Cie the contents of all my removable data. Some of the older 45 meg syquests are far too sluggish, hinting at imminent failure even though after reformatting them Norton gives them a clean bill of health. So I may toss or donate those to the man on the street whose name is legion...

Dig this new Eudora Pro. URLs are clickable. The interface clean, friendly, although like a frilly-mouthed backwater courtesan in a few places she is just a damned mite too courteous. There are two dialogue boxes I wish I could turn off but research in that area has offered no solutions.



"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""