the inevitable crush of time

Sir Arthur C. Clarke, one of my literary hero's passed on yesterday. I'm not sure exactly how to mark it personally, but the least I can do is post a moment here for posterity.

If you're wondering what's so special. Go read Dolphin Island, Tales from The White Hart, Childhood's End, Imperial Earth, or for the really good stuff The Collected Short Stories

I read my first Clarke book back in 1982 or 83. By the time I had finished High School, I had pretty much read the every bit of his fiction available to me. Every new Library I went into was exciting because I might be able to find an previously unavailable tome.


anyways, rest in peace, etc etc.

midlife warning shot - No Porsche, (yet)

Did you just realize that watching Food Network circa 2006 is not sufficiently divergent an activity from listening to Air Supply circa 1982.


and now back to flossing.

not exactly pavlovian, but whatever

I've decided to get serious about this.

I travel quite a bit. Usually on the road or in the air 2 weeks out of every month. Sometimes more.

I often forgetten the charger for my cel phone, and can safely say that since I switched my brand loyalty from Motorola to Nokia in 1998, I have purchased at LEAST 10 chargers in cities other than Seattle.

Today I forgot to pack the charger again. It's never a real hassle to find a new one, I'm just peeved at the growing junk drawer filled with stuff I really don't need. Attempts to spread my menagerie of chargers amongst all my bags and travel gear only do so much good, as I am often needing to shed weight from my bags, and assume "I've got a charger in that other bag over there." Sometimes I don't fly with that other bag.

So here is the incentive promise that I'm TOYING with making...

from now on, every time I need to purchase a new travel charger, I will buy it, and then proceed to the nearest tattoo parlour, where I will have an image of said brand new cel phone charger inked on my body.

Just like Guy Pearce in Memento, only without the brutal murders and shit. And more geeky.

now don't get excited or anything

just cause I cleaned the place up, don't mean I'm movin back in.

(well, maybe)

nope, na ah

This is a random tidbit... but tonight, here in Chicago, I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Dag Juhlin, Guitar Hero Etc.

and that might be all that I know for 2005.

anybody home?

so I've got to jot this down SOMEWHERE... might as well be this bit of abandoned real estate...

it just occurred to me that, in spite of my extreme dislike for the evangelical Xtian agenda, I'm kindo liking the idea of intelligent design. Here's why:

#1 proponents of ID claim it's NOT Xtian creationism in disguise. They want to leave the door open to any creator (just so long as it's White Beard, Fag Hating God) but in order for ID to be sellable, it has to be open to ideas on who the creator is.

#2 Current genetic technology puts us about 100 years from creating life from whole cloth... if not sooner. as of right now, we can choose the sex of our children. We can create viruses from little more than a data roadmap, and someday soon we'll be able to program and create a mammal without need of either sperm or egg donors.

In essence, WE are the Semi-Literate Designers, but real soon, we're going to be the Intelligent Designers.

so this whole notion of teaching ID? In the long run, If we can create life, how can god be superior? ID will do less to further creationism, and will go quite a long way in establishing humanity as heir to god, negating thousands of years of forced fealty to a supreme being who (in the Xtian sense of things) hates as much as he loves.

Of course we'll probalby have to suffer a few thousand years of living in caves again before we get around to really realizing this... but hey, I was a Boy Scout.