November 20, 2008

You Should Talk to Strangers!

I feel there is a stigma associated with contact between strangers.  Just so we’re clear, I’m talking about the type of strangers that aren’t dangerous.  I’m talking about every day encounters at bus stops, libraries, and in class.  I’m talking about people who could know each other but don’t because they’ve never conversed.  You may see these people once or twice in your life and then they’re gone.  So wouldn’t it be a good idea to try to talk to them?

Probably not, because as past experience and testimony have revealed, people usually like to meet others in a more formal setting like a party or a game, or at least have a mutual friend to mediate.  And the only thing you’ve got to go on in a stranger situation is their physical appearance.  So that really shoots down my argument, because you don’t know a damn thing about them.  But sometimes you just have that feeling that this is someone you want to meet.  I probably should’ve have said that earlier; if you don’t have that special feeling, this probably doesn’t apply.

Anyway, tonight I took the bus home from the Union, and I had made eye contact several times with a girl who was waiting at the stop.  There were a bunch of people waiting so it wasn’t just us or anything weird like that (although that might have made it easier to talk to her!)  I got on the bus immediately before her, and I sat in the first seat.  She sat in the first forward-facing row, so we were fairly close.  I looked at her a couple times, and she at me, but that was the extent of our communication.  She eventually got off at a stop before mine and that’s the last I saw of her.  I probably will never see her again.

So was it the girl who made me feel this way?  Or was it the situation?  I think it was a little of both.  But I guess the moral of this story is that I wouldn’t be weirded out if a girl started talking to me out of the blue.  I would most likely be very happy.  Maybe I can get some input on this, because it just seems like the norm today is to avoid all contact with people you don’t know unless it falls during sanctioned times.

September 15, 2008

The new Facebook: Deal with it.

I’m pretty sick of people whining about the new Facebook or seeing online “petition” groups trying to revert Facebook back to it’s old format.  This, coupled with the fact that a friend urged me to write about it, has lead me to this post.  I’m going to deal with new Facebook’s infidelities first, and then tell you why you all should just shut up and take it.

From a technical usage perspective, the worst things about new Facebook are:

1) Photos:
I am a huge fan of what they’ve done with Photos, except for the way it functions (so wait, why am I a fan?)  If I click on “View Photos” for one of my friends, I get to see their latest tagged photos, fifteen at a time, and also their albums directly below that.  There are a couple problems with the interface they’ve created, which I think they are using Javascript to achieve.  First, let’s say I am viewing the fifth page of photo thumbnails.  I see a picture I like, and I click on it to view it larger.  Works perfectly, except I can’t return to the page I was on because pressing the back button resets the Javascript and you’re back at page one.  And if you didn’t remember which page you had been looking at, you’ll be very frustrated.  As far as I’m concerned, this is a big deal because it eliminates the users ability to easily navigate, which is what they were going for all along.  Second, the album viewing system works the same way.  If I am three pages deep in the album bar, and I click on an album, I can forget about being able to backtrack to where I had been originally.  I hope they fix this, because it’s my biggest grievance so far.

2) Facebook chat:
Facebook chat is awesome!  And that’s why I hesitate to even bring this up.  Because I don’t think it’s the fault of the developers – I think it’s the fault of the user.  You have to stay on Facebook while you’re chatting with people; otherwise, you run the risk of them seeing the “User is offline” message that we all dread.  The problem is that people like to view other webpages on a whim, and for those of you who don’t effectively utilize tabbed browsing, it disrupts the chat.  There is the pop-out version of Facebook chat, but I believe most people don’t even know what this does (it basically solves the problem at the cost of an extra window that keeps getting lost among your other windows).  I just keep a Facebook tab open at all times if I’m chatting with someone, and this solves the problem.  I guess I get frustrated when you write out some big message and it comes back with an error because the person is “offline” even though you know they are sitting there, oblivious to the fact that they disconnected the chat.  OK, I am coming across a bit harsh.  It’s not like I’ve never done it.

3) Wall posts:
In ye old Facebook, you could view your old wall posts.  In fact, you could go back to your first ever wall post rather easily.  With the new setup, that has been made impossible.  Now you can only choose to “See Older Posts”.  I’m not sure why they did this.  It seems kind of…not cool.

But!  Why do I like the new Facebook?  It effectively cleaned up the garbage left by the first-generation Applications.  You know, the “What sex position are you?” quiz apps and the Zombie vs. Predator vs. Alien vs. Dinosaurs apps.  Those things were the dregs of Facebook; you could see society going down the tubes with every click.  But fortunately, for those who wants to keep the zombie fight alive, you still can, except it won’t infiltrate your main page so people (like me) who don’t want to ward you off with a cross and silver bullets can see your pertinent information.  The new Boxes idea takes your play and separates it from your work.  Also, I think the filters are an improvement since you can more easily sift through the mini-feed (that you originally didn’t want as well).

Except for the Photos problem, the other two annoyances aren’t that big of a deal.  And I’m pretty sure they will eventually fix the Photos.  So I see no reason why we can’t all embrace another Facebook innovation.  It’s a fact that most people don’t like change.  But there’s too many new technological techniques to be complacent in the field of web applications, which Facebook is – it’s not a website anymore.  And my nerdy self can appreciate that.

September 2, 2008

Batman Beyond

I’m convinced that there are just some people that are incompatible for phone conversation.  My friend called me tonight to set up a tennis match.  Either our phones are always connected poorly through the network, or we have no conversational rhythm whatsoever.  I think it’s the latter because sometimes the same thing happens in person.  Anyway, he’ll say something like “How’s it going?”, but he’ll pause just long enough for me to start the exact same question.  We then stutter-stop our words and the pattern continues with just about every sentence.  Saying goodbye is the worst, though, because we don’t seem to know quite how to do it.  He’ll say, “OK that sounds good.”  And I’ll say, “Alright, I’ll see you at 3:00pm tomorrow.”  You know, just to confirm the time and date.  And then instead of saying goodbye, he’ll say, “Alright.”  So then I feel compelled to say something else to close the conversation.  And the cycle continues.  Eventually one of us awkwardly forces the exchange to a halt and I end up feeling like I offended him.

Who knows; he may not even notice anything.  But that’s my job!  To notice the small things.

This weekend was really quite exciting.  Matt and I had some people over, not exactly planned, but it was a blessing in disguise because while I was looking for my flip flops at 1am I discovered that our apartment had been infiltrated by a bat.  We ran around like lunatics for about 5 minutes as the bat circled downstairs and then it disappeared back upstairs where I sleep.  So that was comforting.  After our drunk friends left, dragging with them their friend who had passed out in our bathroom, we called it a night and I went up to the bat cave to sleep.

The next day I called Adam the maintenance guy.  I told him that our refridgerator was on the fritz and that we had a bat on the loose.  He address the first issue and then we went bat hunting.  Unfortunately, we couldn’t find it so he said to just call him if we found it and he would try to kill it.  *Disclaimer: Killing bats in Madison is illegal.*  Two minutes after he left, the bat reappeared on our kitchen floor, writhing around with a broken wing.  And neither I nor Matt had the guts to kill the poor bastard, so I called Adam and told him to come back.  In the end, Adam killed the bat with my tennis racquet, which will be enough of a reminder for many days to come.

July 18, 2008

Some gems from my online traffic safety course

“The first intersections were probably created by early man looking for the best route to water holes or hunting grounds.”

“I’m Hulk Hogan and I yield to nobody. And when I’m wrestling in the ring, I yield to nobody. But when I’m on the road, I always yield to an emergency vehicle with its lights flashing and siren going. It’s probably on its way to pick up the last dude who thought he could beat me in the ring. And take it from me…when I’m on the road, I never insist on the right of way. I can handle a 300-pound wrestler, but even I’m no match for a 3000-pound car. And neither are you.”

“Earlier in this program we discussed man-made laws and how they impact our driving effectiveness. In this segment, we’re going to talk about several other laws that come into play when we’re driving a vehicle. They’re called natural laws. Like gravity. Gravity is what keeps us from flying off into space, unless, of course, you’re an astronaut.”

July 3, 2008

Another enchanted rant

I accidentally turned on Sex and the City tonight, and Carrie was going to some red carpet event with her boyfriend who wanted to ride his motorcycle there.  She was objecting because she didn’t want helmet hair, which I suppose is a valid excuse for a woman about to walk a red carpet.  But that’s not tonight’s topic.  No, in order to get her to ride the bike with him, the boyfriend said, “Do it for me?”

What the fuck kind of argument is this supposed to be?  I’ve heard this countless times, mostly in the media (thank goodness not in real life, otherwise I would have to recant this every time).  “Do it for me?” is probably one of the most selfish things you can say.  Are you really worth the hassle of helmet hair?  Was she not listening the first time you suggested you take the motorcycle?

Maybe the real issue here is not the phrase, but the circumstance.  The boyfriend said something along the lines of, “Oh come on, we haven’t taken the bike out once since we started dating!”  Who the fuck cares?  And why start now, on the eve of a red carpet gala?  Have some damn respect, man.

Mostly, though, I don’t like the phrase.  It’s too pleading, and if I wasn’t going to do something for you in the first place, it’s sure as hell not going to change now that you pulled out that line.  Maybe if you meant more to me in the first place I would consider it.  But the mere question is self-degrading; it’s as if you are begging to mean more to someone than you originally did.

So the next time you want me to do something for you, and I seem hesitant, for the love of Christ do NOT ask me to do it for “you”.  This will only serve to piss me off, and it will force me not to acquiesce.

June 24, 2008

I’m pissed

So, my friend told me she had something business-related that she wanted to explain to me, but she wouldn’t say exactly what it was.  I was a bit mystified but agreed to meet up with her last night.  When I got there, it wasn’t just her; it was a group of aspiring entrepeneurs that wanted to get me to buy into their “get rich quick” scheme.  It’s called Quixtar, and if you’ve never heard of it, don’t ask for an explanation from someone affiliated with it – it’ll waste at least an hour of your time.  In my case, it’s already wasted more than that.

I have a hard time saying no.  I found that out last night, when, after an hour of someone explaining a business model to me that I couldn’t give two shits about, they asked me to meet tonight at 6pm to ask questions and figure out if I want to do it or not.  The sad thing is I knew I didn’t want anything to do with it the moment he said “Quixtar”.  My ex-piano teacher tried to get my parents to buy into it a few years ago, and my dad is a tough sell with those kinds of things.  Ironically, later my piano teacher said that my dad was right in not getting into it because it’s not worth it.  I didn’t have to balls to just say that my dad is totally against it because they would probably see that as an opportunity to call my dad out on his business knowledge, and to call me out for following my dad blindly.  But all I know is my dad is a damn successful person and I will applaud them if they make as much money as he does ever in their lives.

So this morning I called the guy that I was supposed to meet with and I left a message basically saying I wasn’t interested.  Unfortunately, he had given me this CD of some entrepeneur giving a lecture (which by the way the guy was a total piece of shit and did the opposite of inspiring me to want into the Quixtar system.  And he said that he really needed the CD back.  He eventually called me back and after a bit of verbal wrangling, I thought we agreed to meet at the union at 6pm, just to give him the CD back.  Fine.  But after class I decided that instead of walking back to my apartment and then back to the union, I would just get some of my reading done at the union and wait until 6pm.  To my non-surprise, I found the guy in the same room that I had talked to him last night.  On the phone he claimed to be busy until 6pm (which he technically was because he was meeting with some other people) but all I wanted to do was give him the god damn CD back so I didn’t have to even meet with them later (because I know I’ll have to go through the arduous process of telling them off).  He saw me and came up to me, and I offered him the CD.  And he wouldn’t take it.  Basically, he used it as a bargaining chip to ensure that they get one more meeting with me.  I was pretty pissed off.  Just take the damn thing so I don’t have to talk to you again.

So here I sit, on the union terrace, fuming into my keyboard, and he’s literally 20 feet away and HE WOULDN’T TAKE THE FUCKING CD!  There’s 45 minutes until I meet with him and his cohorts.

June 18, 2008

Childhood memories.

“Hello?”

“Hi, may I please speak to Jason?”

“Umm…I think you have the wrong number.”

“Oh…is this 244-7691?”

“No, it’s 224…”

“Oh…well I’m calling from United Blood Services…are you a blood donor?”

This conversation took place about five minutes ago.  It marks the first time that someone has solicited me while attempting to contact someone else.  That’s some damn good stuff they’re teaching telemarketers these days!  I just hung up on him.

Lately I’ve had a lot to say and felt as if I couldn’t quite get it down.  Several times I started writing and immediately stopped and closed my browser as if it wasn’t worth the trouble.  Well, that’s trouble in itself.

On the plane back to school I looked through my writing history, from elementary school to present, and I realized that in sixth grade I wrote a very impressive, if not somewhat naive, paper on jellyfish.  The structure was nearly perfect and I am 98% certain that no one helped me write it, because my self-motivation was one of my best attributes as a child.  I also wrote a factually-inaccurate account of the Sioux.

Here is the jellyfish paper:

What really are jellyfish?  They are not jelly, nor are they fish.  They are actually made of more than 95% water!  They have no heart, brain, blood, bones, or eyes.  But they do have nerve cells that help them react to food or danger.  Sensors tell them if they are up-side down, inside-out (yeah right), or up or down.  They breathe by absorbing oxygen and releasing carbon-dioxide.  They are also made of 3-4% salt and 1-2% protein.

Their habitat can range from the Arctic to the Antarctic, from Chesapeake Bay in Maryland to 3,200 feet below the surface of the ocean, although some do live in rivers, streams, and lakes.

They eat mostly zooplankton, small fish, and often other jellyfish!  However, their predators are, again, other jellyfish, sea turtles, Glaucus sea slugs, and the ocean sunfish.  They all find their prey very tasty.  A jellyfish’s mouth is an oral cavity on the bottom of their bell.

Usually, jellyfish have long tentacles with stinging cells on them, most often with nematocysts, which do the job of stinging prey.  They have dome-shaped body called bells that are sometimes frilly.  They have a layer of “jelly” called mesogloea.  They are almost transparent, giving them great camouflage in the open habitat they live in.

There are many different types of jellyfish.  Comb jellies, Lion’s mane jellies, Moon jellies, and Upside-down jellies to name the common ones.  But the deadliest of them all is the Sea wasp.  Its venom is said to be deadlier than the most poisonous snake in the world and can kill its unfortunate victim in less than 3 minutes!

Life cycles of jellyfish depend on wether or not it is a Scyphozoan or a Hydrozoan-Cubozoan.  (Scyphozoans are true jellyfish, Hydrozoans and Cubozoans are not.)  Life cycles of a Scyphozoan start out as a fertilized egg, then become larvae, then become a polyp.  Polyps look like buds on a tree, they cling to coral and then comes the next step.  When they are a polyp the transform into a young medusa and, they are free to move about now, as they grow older, they become an adult medusae.  Hydrozoans, however, are a little bit different.  Hydrozoans start out like the Scyphozoans but when they get to polyp, they form a hydroid colony, then they bud into a young medusa — sort of like a flower — and grow to be an adult medusa.  Adult medusae usually live about 2-6 months, but usually perish in rough waters.

“Communication is the Key!”  That is sort of my dadís motto.  However, I was unable to find out if they communicate, and if so, how.  My inference is that they communicate using echolocation.

Jellyfish are truly amazing creatures.  I had a hard time with the communication section.  I e-mailed some person and they mistook “Jellyfish” as a band!  It was fun, though, even with all the hard work.  I just need some more information!

Here is the Sioux paper:

Almost 400 years ago, the Sioux Indians came from Asia across the ice bridge and into a new life.  Today the Sioux live in areas of North and South Dakota or they determine camps from buffalo herds.

The Sioux worshiped Wakan Tanka, or the Great Spirit.  They believed that he had power over everything.  They also believed that everything had a spirit and worshiped the spirits daily.  The way the set their tipis, ate, and worked was supposed to please the spirits.

The Sioux had no written language, but Siouan was spoken among the tribes.  Since the Sioux had no written language, they drew picture calendars instead.  A picture calendar is a series of symbols that makes up a story, sort of like a journal.

The Siouxís dwellings were tipis.  A tipi is 6 to 8 wooden poles covered with 12-15 buffalo hides.  They built tipis because they are very easy to take down and put back up when traveling.  Usually, the men would paint scenes of war on the outside of the tipi.

Food was not so much grown, but hunted.  The Sioux hunted buffalo with spears and arrows.  When the horse came to North America it was a big help to the Sioux because they could run with the buffalo, instead of sneaking up on them.  They grew very little crops, but they did grow wild rice.

The Sioux had a vast variety of clothing:  some for dancing, some for everyday life.  For a powwow, a fancy dancer would wear bustles and beads.  But a shawl dancer would wear a long fringed shawl and beaded dress, moccasins, and leggings.  For every day life, men would wear a shirt and jeans, boys would wear the same, women would wear beaded necklaces and ornaments, girls would wear vests, and infants would wear the skin of buffalo calves.

For entertainment, the Sioux would play various games, usually centered around learning skills.  Races would be on foot or on horseback.  The boys would have contests like running, jumping, and shooting arrows.  One guessing game was the Moccasin Game.  You would put a pebble under one of three moccasins and then other people would have to guess which moccasin the pebble was under.  Seasonal activities consisted of swimming, sledding, ice sliding, and spinning tops on the ice.  At night, there would sometimes be storytelling and maybe even a powwow.  The adults loved to gamble.

The Sioux made few crafts, because they would break during frequent traveling.  They did make some crafts, though.  An arrow case, moccasins, medicine shields, anklets, talking sticks, and applique designs are some of the crafts they made.  Leather, wood, and skins were what these were made of.

The Sioux’s weapons were taken from other armies as well as made by hand.  The guns would usually be taken from a warsite, while the bows, arrows, and spears would be made by hand.  The bows consisted of wood bent in a U shape, then sinew was tied to the ends of the bow.  Arrows were carved from branches with sharp stones.  Spears would be made the same way except for the arrowhead made of obsidian on the head of the spear.  The Sioux didn’t have many tools, but a common tool was the Travois.  A Travois is two branches tied together with sinew and was used for transporting goods or people.

The Sioux didn’t have pets, but dogs and horses were used to pull the Travois.  They did not consider animals as pets, just working animals.  If they fed the dogs, the dogs would follow them to another campsite.

The Sioux had a war-filled life, and not really a pleasent life.  Life in the Dakotas was hard in the 1600ís, but the Siouxís resources helped them survive the battle.  The Sioux were an amazing tribe of people.

In retrospect, the Sioux paper isn’t that bad, besides the part that states the Sioux traveled on a land bridge 400 years ago.  I hope someone explained to me the real timeline here.

June 5, 2008

I got pulled over last night

There’s a stop sign up by the AJA apartment that I’ve been running regularly.  And last night, I finally got caught.  I now have four points on my record and I owe Reno $170.  I would go to court and try to lessen the points and fine, but I leave for Dallas/Madison next Wednesday and couldn’t be back in Reno until August 12th.  The lady I talked to at the court said that a one-month extension is possible, but that would only take me to August 1st.  She said the only other option is to write a letter to the judge asking for more time or to just pay the fine and take traffic school.

Coming back to Reno costs a lot more than $170 so I think that’s out of the question.  The money isn’t really the problem, though; it’s the demerit points.  I had no idea that running a stop sign is four points.  And traffic school?  That would imply that I didn’t know how to drive.

My defense in court would be that I have a perfect driving record until this citation, and that I don’t habitually run stop signs – but if you’re going to run a stop sign, this is the one to run.  It’s not even a four-way stop.  It’s a T intersection, and the road is angled in a way that you can see the whole street above before you even get to the corner.  I was making a right-hand turn, which in my opinion is far less dangerous than a left-turn stop sign run.  I’m not a dumbass.  If I thought it was a dangerous maneuver, I wouldn’t have done it.  It was midnight and if there were any cars coming I would’ve seen their headlights.  Plus I check the street for cars every time, day or night.  It’s not like I obliviously and recklessly blew through it.

I won’t be running it again, thanks to my citation.  But four points is kind of a lot considering that I’ve never been cited for anything else in my life, and that I took the necessary precautions to avoid an accident.

On a more positive note, the cop that pulled me over was a nice guy, just doing his job, just as all the cops who have pulled me over have been.  Don’t worry cops, I don’t hate you like most of my peers.

May 29, 2008

A lot has changed

Austin is in Oregon taking care of personal problems and I am drumming the next three Stately Gentlemen gigs.

This is a very bittersweet feeling.  One on hand I know that I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, and I’m finally getting to.  On the other hand Austin is struggling with stuff I’d rather not elaborate here, and that’s sad.  However, I plan to make the most of the three gigs because they may be the only three gigs I will ever play as drummer of the Stately Gentlemen.  We’re playing Zephyr, Satellite, and a brewery in Truckee, the latter for significant monetary compensation.

The last few days have been great.  We’ve been practicing every day and I’m getting all the songs down.  We’re even playing “Aeroplane” by Red Hot Chili Peppers, which sounds kickass.

Also, this summer they are already tentatively booked into Hyperion to record a full-length album.  I may get the chance to record the drums on this album.  There are many variables at play, mostly ones that lie between Austin and the rest of the band.  That will be their decision obviously, but I’ve already cleared the idea with my parents.  The only downside of spending seven to nine days in LA is that I won’t be able to take my second summer class, which complicates my schedule for the fall.  I’m fairly certain I will be able to pull everything together if I do indeed record, but I don’t want to get stuck in the situation that I commit to going and then something happens and they decide Austin can record.  I don’t care who they want to record; I just don’t want to change all my plans for nothing.

Summer has turned for the better in a strange way.  If this is any indication of things to come, this may be the best summer ever.

May 23, 2008

Now you don’t need Cs to get degrees

Check out this ridiculous spam e-mail I got a couple days ago:

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our staff will get back to you in next few days

Just a little bit shady.