My Weekly Schedule
You can view my weekly schedule here. So come bug me when I'm working, I'll have nothing better to do I'm sure.
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Bookmarks
Since tomorrow's my first day of work, and I'm allowed to surf the internet at work, I figured I might as well upload my favorites, so that I can use them while working. And then I thought, "well hey, who am I to keep anyone else from viewing my favorites?" So enjoy. Should give you some good insight into the man that is Frankie Dintino. Or, just show you how much of a dork I am. Oh, and if you're looking for the weblogs that I frequent on a daily basis, a better place to look would be the link on the right, "Daily Blogroll," as I don't keep my weblogs folders as organized and updated as I should.
If you're on campus tomorrow and you've got nothing better to do, come and harass me in the computer labs. I'll be in Henson Science Hall Room 150 from 7:45 am - 11:00 am, and in the Blackwell Library lab (upstairs and in the far corner) from 4:45 pm - 7:00 pm.
New Demo
vaporware - /vay'pr-weir/ Software that is announced long before it is ready for sale, and that sometimes never materializes. The term came from Atari users and was later applied by Infoworld to Microsoft's continuous lying about Microsoft Windows' release date.
If I had to come up with a band name for my solo stuff, "vaporware" would probably be the most suiting. I've gotten a bad reputation for starting things and then never, or at least rarely, finishing on time. That doesn't just go for music, but for pretty much everything. However, I broke the viscious cycle and somehow managed to sustain my concentration and interest long enough to write a new song / record a demo of it. There aren't any vocals or drums yet (Steve or Rob, would you please record a drum track for me?) but I'm still extremely happy with the result. Please give it a listen and tell me what you think. Oh, and it doesn't have a name, since it doesn't have any lyrics yet.
MP3: Untitled
Postwhatever Bullshit
Having read Foucault, Derrida, Deleuze, Lyotard, Blanchot, and a host of other philosophers sometimes grouped together as "postmodern" or "poststructuralist," I have a pretty good sense of when the writer is bullshitting me and when they're actually saying something of substance (which is about 90-95% of the time, so you can go shove it Alan Sokal). I recently picked up the notebooks of Paul Klee, and the preface (not written by Klee) is pretty bad. Granted, it's not "postmodern," but it shares several similarities with the crap that's cranked out as "deconstruction" by droves of graduate students and a small, but still unfortunate, number of professors - namely long, meandering sentences and terrible prose. A short passage:
Of all the artists of this century, Klee is perhaps the one who has most purposefully penetrated into the enchanted realm of fantasy. It is as if he were seeking, whilst exploring the unconscious, the manifestation of an absolutely authentic and unique experience in which he would find himself alone in the suffering of the lonely ego, even reaching out to that ultimate and finally truthful manifestation of the ego which only comes to us at the moment of death.
Puh-lease.
Back at school and a ghost campus
Well, I'm finally back at school. Thing is, I'm early. You see, I had a training session today for my new job as "Lab Technician," and another one tomorrow at 3 I think - so the campus doesn't officially open for spring semester until Sunday. So, besides us few IT people, as well as the RAs and the few winter semester people, there's no one here. It's peaceful, but at the same time a bit eerie. For instance, besides housing staff there are only 2 other people in my dorm building. The heaters hadn't yet been turned on when I got here, so I was greeted with a little old electric heater. Later though, two technicians came to turn on the heating unit:
older technician: [pointing to my keyboard, which is blocking the heating unit] Could ya please move that there organ?
other, younger technician: It's a keyboard ya old fart.
Note to self: get more clothes hangers (no, don't worry Carson, not wire hangers).
Nobody's Home
Hmmm, nobody's home. Well, at least I went out and bought lunch meat earlier today, so I won't have to eat the dog if worse comes to worse.
Sorry Livejournal Users
To all people who view this site via their livejournal friend's pages, I sincerely apologize for what ended up as my site flooding your friend's page. Basically, I modified the rss feed template and instead of livejournal realizing that my posts were in a new format, it assumed that all the newly-formatted posts were new posts, thus flooding some 20 entries onto your friend's pages. If you want to view older entries on your friend's list, just tack on "?skip=20" (without the quotations) to the URL of your friends page (example). Also, to avoid future problems like this, I suggest maybe syndicating the rss feed for the normal posts, which wouldn't include the short links, the link to which can be found here. Anyway, I again apologize for flooding your sites.
Update: Don't bother with switching the RSS feed, I changed it for you.
btw Steve: links are showing up white on a white background on your friends site, IM me about how to fix that.
Wha?
Today I wanted to post a comment to slashdot, but couldn't remember what my username or password was, so I had them mail it to the email address I registered it under (my yahoo email account). And I found out that I registered the username "Gobbles the Overlord"...? wtf was I thinking?
In other news, break is going well. On January 2nd my violin came, and I've been having alot of fun with it. I'll probably drive my roommate insane practicing it - oh well.
Best Albums of 2003
Well, actually, this list is simply my favorite albums of 2003, but that's the same thing as 'the best' right? 2003 was a decent year for music, though I don't think it was quite as good as 2002. Anyway, here's what I've come up with:Continue reading "Best Albums of 2003"