I have a problem with cellphones. The most I’m willing to carry in my pockets is a pen and sometimes my wallet, maybe a stick of chap. So I either: (a) leave my phone sitting in my room all the time, in which case I pay attention to it, but it’s never with me when I leave (and inevitably I either miss a call or want to make one). Or (b), I throw it into my backpack, on silent so as to not ring during class, and then leave it there for days, completely forgetting to check it, and, being on silent, it never reminds me to so do.
If it’s at home and someone calls me, I either answer it (when I’m also home) or notice it chirping that I missed some amount of calls (when I do get home). But if it’s in my backpack and someone calls, although the damn phone is in all likelihood within reach of my person, I won’t answer it, and even more, I’ll completely forget about it for 3 days until I happen to both rummage through whatever pocket it’s lodged in and I can be bothered to take the energy to grab and check to see whether the damn phone has calls on it or has run out of battery yet.
And I’d better say something about this leap day, because it’ll be 1460 days before I get another chance to.
I love watching a white sky diffuse to blue. The moment it happens. Whether the wind is blowing the clouds off or the sun burning them up, there’s a point where you start to see the open sky peering down at you. Looking back up into it, it’s as if some wonderful understanding has just been reached. The feeling wears off awful fast. I could stand to spend more time watching the sky.
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I’d taken a crummy mountain bike that’d been sitting unused on campus for as long as I could remember, unlocked. I rationalized that with no rider, someone must’ve just left it, and if anything I was doing everyone a favor getting the eyesore out of there. I bought a new chain for it, stripped off the derailleurs which had rusted unusable along with the chain variously fixed it up in different ways. I found a good chain length and set the thing up as a single speed, chain around the big cog in front and second smallest in back. It was a high gear ratio, and fun to ride. I didn’t need to mess around on snow or ice, the tires with thick with good tread, which is nice.
I probably got two or so months of riding out of it when the front cog completely failed, bent in half. (What one hand gives, another may take away.) I don’t know if it was just crummy metal combined with cold or somehow the chain wasn’t running straight enough, but it was unfortunate. I liked the bare-bones, even if I had to stand up and pound at the pedals until I almost couldn’t anymore to get up the hill on the way back from town. So I went back to my Schwinn, which runs far smoother and takes half as much pedal cranking (because of wheel diameter and tire thickness maybe?), but with super-bald and thin hard tires it’s an exercise in balance and skids to ride in the winter.
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The other night there was a spaghetti dinner benefit for a fellow in the athletic department who came down with cancer recently. Held at the Legion, it was a demonstration of small town cohesiveness. Huge amounts of people showed up. All the teams had to come and help out, I was debating whether or not to go. Both my roommates were, so why shouldn’t I. I really was impressed at how many people were there. Hundreds of people had to have showed up, the line bent back and forth all through the bar from 5:30-7:00, and the spaghetti got dished out faster then we could heat up the 6 or so pots to cook it. It was fun to help out.
I burned two of my fingers pretty bad. I was doing odd jobs, cooking the spaghetti was one of them. I wasn’t exactly cautious around the stove (which was huge and burned gas, as I wish mine did) reaching back and forth above 7-inch blue flames to move pots around and throw spaghetti in. But I got burned thanks to a bad pot-holder. On my right pointer and middle fingers, while carrying some cooked noodles over to the strainer. So now I have a blister that’s inflated to about the size of half a marble sticking out of pointer, and I popped the blister on my middle finger before someone told me that was a bad thing to do. But it was probably three times the size.
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Epiphanies last night:
A guy I know through a few friends somehow knows me by a photo he saw while in Florida, before he came up to Morris, on the school website. Something to do with cookies. I never heard about this picture, I thought they had to make me sign something before they get to use my ugly mug on their website. But I kind of want to find it.
Another guy who now goes to morris, unbeknownst to me, remembered me from our soccer team in 5th/6th grade. (The Arroz!) Which is awesome. I wouldn’t have ever placed him there, but once he did it for me it brought back good memories. That makes 3 of us who ended up going to morris, though only the two of us were there to talk about it. I really have no idea how he could have marked me other than by my name, but it’s amazing to think that I look close enough now to myself as a 13 year-old.
Whether or not you like the song: it’s darn cool when an entire room full of people sing along to Journey. Don’t stop believing indeed.
Not being able to get to sleep proves to be what it takes to get me to write here for once.
Things I should probably mention.
It’s pretty demanding really, practice 6 days a week for about 3 months. A quick look at fidness, where I mark down all the workouts/practices that I do, shows 80+ of them in the past 4 months, 68 in the past 3, somewhere between those two is how much stuff we did during season. Lots of it.
I think my problem is a mixture of the camera being a pain to pull out for one shot and put back in, and me being over-shy. It takes long enough to get out and warm up that in all likelihood by the time I was ready to snap one of these girls they’d be looking funny at me, or at least I’m afraid that they would be. Maybe the camera ‘not being good enough’ is just manifestation of my timidity to take photos of everyday life. If I go on a hike or a bike ride with taking pictures in mind I don’t have any problems, but otherwise I’m too embarrassed to pull it out and take pictures. I’m not sure that I want to look like the camera dork – as much as I do like taking pictures, the whole thing with everyone always carrying around their little digital cameras (at least to social events) and snapping plethoras of meaningless (as far as my appreciation of photography goes) shots and uploading them en-masse to facebook puts me off. Something I ought to get over, but definitely a sign that I worry more than I should about the stupid little ways I behave.
The thing is, I’m just as happy in the moment to sit around alone and read or compute or listen to music or do whatever. But then the next day I feel like I’m shutting myself out, or talking to people on monday about what they did that weekend I make motion that next weekend I’ll go do the same sort of stuff, but then (at least recently) I don’t, I just end up sitting around. I don’t know if my social skills are underdeveloped, I’m all too shy, or what. I’m definitely introverted, but I don’t know about shy. There’s definitely a moment where I reach comfort level in different social situations, before which I’m quiet, borderline silent, but fairly outgoing once I’m past that. Who knows, internet be my therapist.
Maybe in writing all this I’ve bored myself enough that I’ll be able to lay down and knock out.
I have a friend messing with neural networks for his senior sem, and just thinking about how those work and mimic the stuff that goes on up in our head (as we understand it) is really funny (my head hasn’t quite figured them out). Lately whenever I have to close my eyes to try and remember something that’s doesn’t just surface I get this cool imagination of how my mind works, it’s sort of like a gyroscope with a few different concentric spherical rings sliding around different axes in concert until their intersection hits the memory and it comes back to me. I don’t know why, but I’ve felt or imagined or used it as an external model for recall of facts now on multiple occasions and it might just stick. And really bedtime. In the same class I have a test tomorrow that I haven’t really studied much for and I was meaning to go to bed at 11, wake up at 7 and get some good studying in along with a nice leisurely monday morning. Now it’s 2am.
It’s been beautiful outside the past few days and I’ve been lapping it up. 65 degree days with blue skies and light breezes make school plenty hard to put up with though. I sat down in my third two hour class yesterday only to get up and leave and sit outside the rest of the afternoon. I made it to all three of my classes today, but the third was rough. Here’s me falling asleep:

(I told the iMac to capture an iSight image every 15 minutes along with a screenshot. So far only one kid dialing up internet porn.) Here’s all that I could do to keep awake:

The puzzle widget is another great one to tile across the 1900×1200 screen, but you have to go through and click each one to make them move, and it chews up an unfair amount of processor to have so many little windows constantly drawing themselves in the background.
To make things worse, I have a french paper due consecutively last friday, this morning, and tomorrow at 1pm for which I haven’t yet been able to get a paragraph out. I’ve read patches of four different books (not to mention at least as much on the web) for inspiration. Although I have a topic that pulls me in (at least in theory), I still can’t bring any words out. We’ll see how this goes.
About 6 months ago now I whipped up bowsah, a cute little app to scrape my web browser’s history file into a database and a surrounding rails app to munge the data.
So far it’s come in handy a few times for me searching for something I knew I’d seen on the web but couldn’t find, but mostly serves to measure how much time I actually spend on the internet. Here’s the past 24 weeks, equal to 164 days or ~5.5 months.
A few stats:
Is this too much? It may well be – but I don’t know. I’ve always used the computer lots, whether it was playing games when I was younger or reading lots of shit on the internet nowadays. I’m glad that I don’t spend all day watching TV or playing World of Warcraft, but could probably stand to see the honest-to-god light of day a bit more often or maybe even spend more time with actual people…
So I’m generally averse to putting shit into my body. I eat fairly healthy and don’t drink much other than water1. It’s not like I’m on a diet or anything, it’s just that what feels good going into my stomach happens to not be the caustic shit that comes wrapped all up in plastic. So pop is definitely off my list of approved beverages, every once in a while I’ll drink it if it’s the only thing offered – but even then I’d rather scrounge a glass from somewhere and fill it up with tap water. Most meals I eat in a cafeteria with 24 different kinds of pop, and in the last year I can count how many cups of the sugary, bubbly stuff I managed to drink on one hand.
So saturday night someone gave me a few sips of their heavily-diluted super-caffeinated beverage (I believe the shit was called Rockstsar?) I couldn’t have had more then three sips, not even gulps, a very small amount. I’d played in a soccer tournament that day, 3 games each about 40 minutes long. I was exhausted2, to say the least. But the shit snapped me right up, and I got back and chilled until 5am without getting all that tired.
I didn’t think anything of it. I had figured that I’d crash as soon as I got back, not sit around for 6 hours, but chalk it up to interesting people maybe. A day or two before this eating at a local cafe, someone ordered a Dr. Pepper3 and I wanted one, but had already ordered my water. Again, I usually don’t want to have anything to do with cola, so I took note of this and decided that sometime I’d get a cup of pop from the cafeteria.
Usually when I’m about to grab anything chock full of carbonic acid my stomach turns and I go for another beverage. I don’t know if it’s a psychological or metabolic aversion, but there sure is an aversion. But yesterday at dinner that initial revulsion wasn’t there, at least in a high enough degree to turn me away. It’d been long enough since I’d used the pop dispenser though that I tried to find the little level you pull4, I had to look a second time to find the thing that says ‘Push here.’
So I get out to the cafeteria and through the course of my meal drink one cup of Dr. and two of water. The stuff isn’t that bad, but there’s no way I’d prefer it to water. It’s sort of slimy going down, and you can feel it more than you should be able to once it’s sitting down there in you. But I forgot about it after dinner, it didn’t ruin my day or anything.
Then all the sudden I’m up all night. I didn’t really get tired. For some reason I’d been trying as hard as I could to put off a french paper: beyond just diddling around the internet, I was over the top here. It was 12 before I even started working, and a diversion or two later I didn’t start writing the paper until 2 or so (I’d put down a few notes and read through some interesting sources before). So there was a bit of need to cruise through, but it was surprisingly easy. As mentioned earlier I won’t drink coffee, so it’s not like I’m popping pills to keep awake and get this paper done. I ate two bananas and a granola bar along with a few stale candy canes. I took my breaks, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world to not get this rough draft done in time, but sleep wasn’t coming to me.
Once more I didn’t take the caffeine5 into account, I had better things to think about. It’s only now that I’m wondering about this shit – can I really be so sensitive to caffeine that 12oz of soda will kick me through an all-nighter? I don’t think this is a bad thing, but I have at least one friend who drinks at least 10 times that on a daily basis. People who have a more than two cups of coffee through the day are probably getting up there as well6. That freaks me out. When their normal levels of energy are coming from however many grams of 1,3,7-trimethyl-1H-purine-2,6(3H,7H)-dione, it makes you wonder how they can get up in the morning. The average young male drinks 870 cans of the shit a year7. That’s 2.3 a day, 16 a week, etc. Me never drinking any means that someone out there drinks twice that. Scary shit.
1 Juice here and there, I’ve never drank milk, coffee tastes like dirt, tea/cocoa are way more work and not that much better than water…
2 The only reason I wasn’t asleep is that we were driving back and the guy said that I have to stay awake sitting shotgun to make sure we didn’t all die…
3 (my favorite when it comes to pop)
4 The water comes out of a lemonade nozzle or something, there’s a little push lever on the side that makes it flow.
5 I got knocked out on this word in a spelling bee once, it just came back to me a week or two ago when my little brother won the Bee for his school district. Still can’t quite spell it.
I finished my nth semester in college today, didn’t have too bad a time. In the past I’ve been a bit apoplectic when it comes to school, but I think that that’s working it’s way out of my system. It’s not like I’m depressed about school – it’s a plenty good time living in a little mini-real-life situation with a bunch of kids the same age as you. Having a real soccer team was a plus from last year, although club soccer was plenty fun there was a bit of discipline missing. I’m pretty much ignoring how much money it costs and whether or not paying it is rational, but my cursory investigations into that haven’t blown me away with fear or anything. Most of all I figure that I can graduate in 3 years (spring 08) and put up with it until then.
I played on the newly started school team. I’m no superstar when it comes to playing, but I am the kid who’s played his whole life and just has fun. I started at left back and had a pretty good season, although it was long and cold: colder in october than in november, and our season went all way through october; we had a few practices while it was snowing. I had a good time, it was a few orders of magnitude more commitment than playing on the club team last year. But it’s nice that I show up at the school and they decide to start a program. We competed with all the teams in our division, but we didn’t too well with winning, coming in below 5 and above 2. I think there’s a good base to go from next year, we’ll see how that goes.
An interesting one, looking at english in how it works now and it’s history from the Angles, Saxons, and Jutes jumping the channel from mainland europe. I’d already been finicky with language usage, I just really hope that this class doesn’t start me off yelling at friends/strangers about using I vs me or that vs which or stupid crap like that. I can handle doing it to family, but friends just seems like stretching it and complete strangers beyond tolerable.
Here’s one of those classes that just didn’t quite work for me. I’m not expecting to fail or anything: on the first two exams I managed 95%, I should have done just fine with the labs, but I probably only turned in half the homework. I’m not sure what my deal was, but it’s nice to know that within the class there are plenty others in the same boat as me. Interesting subject matter, but just the way in which it came across sort of hurt my head and my sense of how school should work. I don’t know, last year in a class with the same professor I’d judiciously do the homework each night before it was do I just couldn’t this year.
An interesting class, a bit of a survey in history and literature and ideas of time/progress. Lots of exposure to fun new ideas, a couple of books to read and lots of excerpts. I don’t know about the honors program at my school, I hate the elitist notion of me being any more honorable than anyone else, but I think that the program gives me a shot at taking some classes I wouldn’t otherwise be able to.
I just decided one day last year I wanted to take this upper level philosophy course. I’m fickle like that. Without much background in either politics or philosophy I was swimming upriver, but don’t think I did terribly. Fun ideas once more, what more can you ask for. I’d rather earn a D in a tough course than an A in fluff. I also shouldn’t have a D, I did better than that.
Pretty much a fluff course, we had to do a ~30 minute presentation on something about computers and write a 2 page paper on something else about computers. And show up once a week to watch everyone else’s presentation. I did my presentation on human computer interaction from a historical point of view, looking back at some cool shit, and had a good time making it. Homework should always be fun like that.
My browsing habits for the past 2 months. Pages per day is a crude metric, but good enough to get an idea of how many I look at per day.

I wrote a little script that scrapes ~/Library/Safari/History.plist and throws the the page title and url into a 150 line rails app which spits out basic info and lets me search through to try and find pages I remember but otherwise would have a hard time getting at.

The sqlite3 database is at 2MB after 2 months, I don’t think that 1MB/month is an unreasonable size to keep track of the pages I’ve been too. It might start getting unreasonable a few years from now, but nothing that can’t be handled then.
I don’t know why I wanted to have all the pages I go to logged into a system, even just for private use. Something about leaving a trail, having instant recall. I probably read more stuff on the internet than I do out of books, and I could remember for the most part what books I read, but there’s no way I could keep track of the thousands of webpages I go to every week.
It also just puts things in scale, I mean holy shit. In the past 7 days I’ve been to ~2300 pages. Not all different pages. In the whole 2 month period this thing’s been going, I’ve been to ~1900 different sites (judging by top level domain). That’s a lot of browsing.
The big idea that I feel is behind all this: when I’m 40 I’ll be able to come back and sit down and take a look at all the data I’ve left behind. Maybe figure out what my life had been like at some point in time. What websites did I visit 20 years ago today? Where did my interests lay, what kind of stuff did I like? It might end up being a dry, boring as hell legacy; but there’s potential for it to be interesting as well.
I had Birkenstocks in high school. I was that guy. And I was sure that those people on the other side of the political spectrum were trying to control my life. And then I went to Boulder and got rid of my Birkenstocks immediately, because everyone else had them and I realized that these people over here want to control my life too. I guess that defines my political philosophy. If anybody’s telling me what I should do, then you’ve got to really convince me that it’s worth doing.
Here’s a good one. I’m not so much for anything as I am against most things. Something to think about. Is this reasonable? It brings to mind a cynical, pessimist, ‘hey kids! off my damn lawn!’ sort of attitude – an attitude that I embrace in a lot of ways – but one that at the same time I feel a little guilty embracing.
Something about it bugs me. I don’t know what it is in the gesture, maybe an archaic indication of inferiority, a ‘ladies first’ sort of thing. Maybe an indignant I really can handle the door on my own. Maybe a feeling that nobody should be inconveniencing themselves at my expense, however small their gesture. A look over the shoulder and a pop to keep the door open is what I do, and all that I’d expect from anyone else. It’s not like I ignore that someone is right there behind me or don’t watch out for other people. Every once in a while I’ll even wait a second for a stranger who isn’t right behind, but a few seconds. Even then holding the door as they walk through is just too much for me, I’ll let go and move on to allow their passage over the threshold.
But whenever someone holds the door for me (today it was a certain biologist super-blogger), provided that it’s a double door (common in chilly minnesota), I’ll hold the second door for them. And I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but there’s always a ‘take that’ smirk on my face. Just desserts. I’ll show you and your all too polite ways.
So tonight wasn’t just a beautiful, 65º night and a full moon. It was also a harvest moon, and probably the last big moon before things start getting to be freezing around here. Cool I thought, I bet that I could get a good bike ride in.
I wasn’t sure whether there would be enough light, but there was plenty. I went around the pomme de terre loop, which I think comes in at about 7 miles, and was probably out for an hour.
Best thing I’ve done in a while. I don’t know if it was the novelty of biking through the country in the dark or the perfect weather or the absolute silence (but for my bike, which just purrs, and the wind) or what, but I got that sense of euphoria that rises through your whole torso and into your throat, where you just can’t keep from smiling.
At one point I came around a bend and startled a pair of deer in a field off to my right, they took off along the path (which was following a road) and I got to chase them for a few hundred yards.
I took a few photos, and might just have to head back out tomorrow.
So the other night in a moment of its own, I was thinking how things can happen in no time and all and just get burned into memory. Sometimes things just crystalize, give a stronger feeling than most things. From the last week or two here are a few good moments:
1 I probably drink at least 96oz. per day. I keep a nalgene in my room and drink it’s 32oz at least twice a day, plus whatever I drink at meals or at practice or while out and about. I don’t drink coffee, pop, or any other diuretic either, so I’m thinking that it should be enough. But this is supposedly where these cramps are coming from.
So I made myself an omelet this morning, according to the instructions of one pineapple girl (with pictures!). It went well, the only caveat being that I had the stove on a bit high and the outside looked more like a croissant than an egg dish, while the inside was a wee bit drippy. Ham, cheddar, and chives in the middle, I skipped the milk. Quite a breakfast.
The only reason I’m writing about it is to show how pathetic I really am. At 19, this is probably the first thing I’ve ever cooked outside of boxed brownie or cookie mix. I’ve helped cook things before, and one time made a batch of granola, which might just count as cooking. But I’ve never cooked myself a real meal. I blame my family for always cooking for me and prepackaged shit and microwaves for being there when I didn’t have anything else to eat. Dorm food too.
Hi, my name is Kjell and I’m just a kid. Right now I go to college. I secretly want to just quit and find something better to do with my youth, but everyone says just eat it, finish up, and you’ll be happier that way. I’ve had this website for a while now, I think of it as my notebook. I always wished I was artsy enough to keep one with my drawings and writing; never could. I like computers and the internet, work part-time for slantwise as a programmer. I’m 19 and a junior, if you care. I’m a fan of soccer, and play on my school’s team.
So I’m apparently popular with the arctic explorers these days! I’m just awestruck. The other day Tony Haile stopped by and left me a comment, coincidentally on a book that I’d seen over at his site a month or two ago and decided looked good enough for a read.
Now I see that Ben Saunders (Tony’s partner in SOUTH, they’re leaving for a few months expedition to the south pole this fall(!!), an all around cool looking guy, who’s blog I’d also been following) links to me in his Elsewhere section, and as they apparently say over there in england, I’m chuffed.
I’m thinking that I’ll undertake adding in some sort of sidebar to return the favor, but for now here’s the good old linkage. And a good excuse for some bragging, I all to often take the I’m just some dumbshit kid approach to life.
So I had something I was going to write down here.
But then I decided no way was I going to write it from the web interface, all the sudden I should be above that! Needless to say, 35 minutes later the posting from textmate won’t work, and whatever I was going to say has left me.
I do remember that it had to do with the ginger cookies I ate just before brushing my teeth, and the color of my spit afterwards. Maybe we’re all better off for the obstruction.
Holy shit, ruby rocks. (self-link).
Good. They say it’s summertime, but it’s rainy and cold (45
These things are annoying. Breathing and walking are things you just do – they shouldn’t make noise. I can’t imagine what things would be like if I couldn’t ever get away from my own noises.
I can’t really think of anything to call this sort of noise, but the things that characterize it are it’s being completely unnecessary (breathing through a stuffed up nose would cause the first) and fairly prevalent.
Somehow related to my abhorrence of this kind of noise (especially when it’s attributable to fashion) is my hate of people who never take their iPod out of their ears. Can’t you just enjoy the five minute walk between engagements? What do you have against the sound of the wind or the chirping of birds?
Don’t get me wrong, I love the iPod like any good apple devotee. I’d venture to guess I’ve had an iPod longer than most1, but it won’t often get pulled out until I’m on a bus or something for 30+ minutes. Those earbuds2 don’t make you look that cool, and can you really enjoy music when just listening in 5 minute bursts?
1 I got mine when it was a nerdy thing to have, not a fashion statement. My first iPod was a 2nd generation (with the circle buttons above the wheel) and I got it 3+ years ago. I’m not exactly sure, but way before I got this website.
2 I’m quite tempted to get a pair of nondescript black buds because I’m embarrassed that fashion has appropriated my nerdy apple goodness for it’s own nefarious purpose. But mine work just fine, and there’s no way I’d spend money to join some fashion trend, much less surrender to one.
I just noticed that I’d started a few of my last posts with the word ‘Man.’
Man. Man do I think that’s a bit weird. I didn’t notice it until just now, much less think about how I did it. I think this whole flipping blogging thing is getting to my head. I write school papers, and start to get mad when any of my paragraphs are too long. I use the informal first person. But hey, I like it.
In related news, Paul Graham nailed one of the main reasons I (think I) ever started having a website, and also why I haven’t just given up on this place yet.
I’m trying to keep a light touch (I’ve resolved more then you’d care to know in the past months to stop talking about politics, haven’t quite figured that out), and my speculations about how the world works are in a different file, although I’ve been meaning for them to start going here.
Man do I hate it when people act fake. By acting fake, I mean doing anything I don’t like. I’m just an asshole, and I need to justify my not liking people somehow.
But the thing that gets me most, aside from fashion in general, is when someone drops their voice to answer the phone. Talk normal, for christ sake.
THANKS.
I’m not quite sure. When I started this site, blogs were nothing new. They were really just coming out of the margins, getting popular. I thought it was a bit funny – who the hell would want to keep their thoughts on the internet, where anyone could read them? I took it as being a bit vain and even more odd.
I think the first blog I found out about was stopdesign, I’d come across it figuring out this whole web design business. So one summer I started a blog as a one of those things that just a hilarious self joke (early 2003 I think). Used it to play around with html and css. It ran on my mac; wasn’t hooked up to the internet. It was mostly just me posting stupid shit in all caps (hey, being vain enough to have a blog was funny to me).
MY CAT LOVES ME SO MUCH HE JUMPS UP INTO MY LAP AND PURRS. THEN HE HOPS ONTO MY KEYBOARD AND IT GOES LIKE THIS: SW45R12G.
I maybe went through two designs, and the thing didn’t die. I’d always liked the idea of keeping a journal, but never had. It’s later in 2003, and at this point everything is still running on my mac. I switched from MT to TXP because all I ever really did was tweak my templates – and MT needed to go through and rebuild all the pages all the time. Which wasn’t just painfully slow, but would bring my poor old iMac to it’s knees. And I’m real impatient.
About then I decided to set up site up on the internet through dyndns. Still running on my mac, but now it was on the internet. Anyone could drop by to hear my deepest inner thoughts! I’m really a shy person, and to this day I haven’t actually told anyone about my website. I hadn’t yet thought of the implications of having my own website, and I don’t think I’d yet associated the site with my real name.
Something about putting yourself out there was interesting to me, but this site has always been more of a technical exercise for me. I’m no designer, but like to think my site is pleasant looking (sorry, IE). And I wish I had some sense of design. But the site ended up moving from a testbed for html/css and into more of an archival exercise. I’ve yet to tell someone that I have a website, and I’m still a bit ambivalent about people coming and discovering my website.
But I think to 20 years from now, and like the idea that I’ll be able to look over all this stuff posted almost daily by myself. That idea really impresses me. Yeah, I’m guessing 90% of it is complete shit (I hope it’s at least steadily improving shit). But that’s one of the paradoxes of the internet age, no escaping nearly everything being shit. This site could be around for a really long time. 100 years after I die, someone might just stumble across this site. Leaving my legacy behind, the human tendency for self propagation plays a role.
Which gets to the other real reason I started the site: self cultivation. Really the best way I can put it, a way to get myself to look into new things, to learn, and to better myself. I don’t know how it’s working out. But the fact that this site is public facing, and it’s mine, with my name attached, motivates me to both express myself, and try to impress people (not that any ever come here – but I’m thinking legacy). Saying that I’m trying to impress people really makes me mad, because I’m anti showing myself off. It’s more that as long as someone comes along, looking to see who I am, I’d just as well show them who I really am. It’s a bit tongue in cheek, but I’m really rather self inflated.
Thirdly, I really don’t think this site would’ve happened if it weren’t for TextDrive. I mentioned textpattern earlier, it’s the system this site runs on top of. The guy behind txp, Dean Allen, schemed up a way to start a webhosting company “by the people and for the people.” It was announced in the txp forums, the VC200. I saw the thread, thought about it for a day, and bought in.
There was something about Dean, I don’t know what made me trust him to not just take the money and run. I’d never met him, all I knew about him came from the txp forum and his blog, but he had flair, he seemed classy.
I’m glad I did. Txd has turned out to be great, and it doesn’t look like the company will be folding anytime soon. Nor my site, I think I’ll be able to find something to do here for a long time to come.
So I’m starting to get hooked on flickr. I’ve uploaded my pictures there for awhile, but lately I’ve been browsing through the site, and more recently paying attention to the the activity within my photo stream.
I was pretty excited to see that Buck Forester left a comment on one of my photos. Just go look through a few of Forester’s photos. You’ll be impressed.
My school is adding a varsity mens team next year, I’ll be there. I regret going to a school without a soccer program a little, but hated the idea of a private school, and also the idea of going all to far away. I heard rumors that Morris was starting a team, and hedged my bets. We start practices after spring break, in just a few weeks.
My about section sucks, so I’m cutting it back to nothing and putting what I had here for posterity’s sake.
Kjell Olsen, in case you were wondering. Get in touch. Read on if you care to do so.
I like computers, the internet, listening to music, taking pictures, doing things and going places. I love playing sports, especially soccer, skiing, and biking. I think everyone should have a sharp mind and fit body, along with complete control over both.
I’m a bit of a computer nerd. When I was just a wee fifth grader, I got selected to do a project with the walker art center on interactive media, which is how I convinced my parents to get this crazy thing called the Internet. That was about 1997, on the linked page it says I was 11. It was fun, and I got to go see their new media lab, where there were some artist/hackers doing cool stuff that piqued my interests. I got the internet, then broadband a few years later. After borderline obsessive gaming for a few years, around ninth grade I walked away from medievia and never went back. For awhile I managed to have quite the social life, before getting bored and spending all too much time on the computer again, this time reading lots and playing around.
I taught myself basic web design, played around with it for awhile, and eventually decided I’d move on to programming. Learning ruby was one of my new years resolutions for 2004, I chose it because it looked cool. I’d done a bit with php before that, but never liked it. Ruby proved to be a great choice, it’s really gaining popularity, probably the most talked about programming language around right now. I wish I was better at it. I managed to catch the ruby on rails train before it picked up too much steam, and have lately been enjoying that. If I could, I’d probably marry any of the 37signals.
I’ve been an apple fanboy since my family upgraded the Commodore 64 to a performa sometime before I started kindergarten. I decided to start flamewars in fifth grade (although I didn’t know they weren’t called as such) along with a friend against anyone dumb enough to contend that PC’s were indeed better then Mac. I got a powerbook this summer, and it completely rocks. I quit a job mostly because I had to use a PC.
And hey, for reading this far, I think you deserve a photo. I really hate having my picture taken, you can tell I was a little bit surprised at the camera going off in my face. This was my 18th birthday, 1/11/2005.
I sincerely hope putting all this shit up on the internet doesn’t earn me any stalkers. But I’m really all too boring, and don’t worry about it too much. I also have this crazy philosophy that I shouldn’t do anything that I’d be ashamed of telling the world about, and having a website holds me to that a little bit.
I got lucky and bought into textdrive, a web hosting company, as a member of the VC 200. I decided that $200 for the life of the company was a gamble I was willing to take. Textdrive got going and kicks ass. But that’s the real reason for this site – lots of storage and bandwidth and really nothing to do with it but play.
I made this site up by hand, with a little help from textpattern, a terrific little blog/cms written in php.
So I’m a few weeks into my second (real) semester of college. I’m taking 19 credits, which comes out to five classes. I have most of my work MWF, with four classes at about one hour each. I start at 9:15 and go until 11:30; break for lunch; then go from 1:00 to 3:20. Tuesdays I don’t have anything, and thursdays a Data Structures lab and Economics of networks.
I’m still not sure about college. It’s damn expensive, even at a public school. I can’t say I hate it, but neither can I rationalize going into debt over it.
I keep thinking there are better things I should be doing, and whether or not I manage to ever graduate will mostly come down to biting the bullet and ignoring that “this is a waste” feeling to come out of it with the requisite piece of paper.
But I said I’d try out a year, and can’t say that its been a complete waste.
Reading and Analysis of Texts. So far we’ve just started looking at french poetry. I’m surprised at how much french I know. Last spring I did some reading on my own (Le Petit Prince, Petit Nicolas, Rhinocéros) and got to the point that it’s not so much of a brain stretch to understand written french. But renaissance poetry kind of throws a wrench into all that comprehension.
We’re getting to go at things with scheme, which looks like fun. We’re not exactly moving fast yet, which always bugs me. I resent that fact that we’re made to take quizzes about programming on paper. They seem a bit antithetical retarded to me. I rely heavily on the computer when I’m programming, there really isn’t any need to sit down and memorize constructs and the finer points of syntax – the compiler tells you.
I woke up one morning having nocturnally decided that I was going to take a class on the renaissance, and looked for one in the catalog, and there was one. The Renaissance is an interesting subject. I spend most of the time in any history class trying to draw parallels between now and then, and like to hope that right now we’re in a dark age and just ready to be reawakened into a new age.
Another computers course, I’ve been cutting my teeth on java for the first time. Having a bit of experience with ruby, java sucks pretty hard. It’s nice to learn something new, but it could be something a lot cooler then java. Unfortunately there’s probably one or two more course for which I’ll need to have a handle on java.
In class the other day I said we should quit java, and the prof (same as in my 1301 course) made some noise about how much she liked smalltalk, so I’m going to see whether or not I could steer the course away from java. We’d maybe get to spend time on a second language, but java still seems requisite.
Most obnoxious title ever. But probably my most interesting course. It meets once a week for a two hour block, and is all discussion (vs. lecture). Right now we’re reading free culture. So far I’ve come out of both the meetings excited for the next one, which hasn’t happened in any of my classes for awhile.
Year in review, I guess. I have a pretty normalized outlook on things, and 2005 was a good year like all the rest. I’ll be updating this post with more bits as they come to me.
I really listened to lots of it this year. You can see my general listening trends on last.fm. Here are my favorites this year. They weren’t necessarily released in 2005 or anything, I’m nowhere near hip enough to keep up with all the music that’s out there. I’m not rating them in any order, as you’ll notice they’re listed alphabeticallly.
For christmas, and my birthday (1/11).
So I’m a pretty easy going guy. I can sit back and relax, I wouldn’t say I’m too obsessive about anything. But recently I’ve taken to pulling our my hair for some reason. Not so much my the hair on the top of my head, but my eyelash and eyebrow hair.
I was looking in the mirror today, and half my right eyebrow is gone.
The worst thing is that I just don’t think about the little things I do. Sitting still has always caused me to fidget like nothing else, tapping my feet, moving my legs, keeping my eyes going from place to place. I pick things up and chew them quite a bit; pens while I’m writing on paper, whatever I can absentmindedly grab while I’m working at the computer.
I really don’t do well in one place for long amounts of time. I think in part the ultra hair pulling fidgityness might be coming out of my to work for 2 and 3 hour blocks, where I don’t feel like I can get up and move around whenever I want. Stupid desk jobs.
But pulling out my eyebrows? That’s a lot of little hairs to pull. I must be bored near to the point of death.
Pithy quizzes. But I'm working on a quiz app sort of like this for school, and religion is very much one of the things that floats to the top of my mind when I have a chance to think.
You scored as Satanism. Before you scream, do a bit of research on it. To be a Satanist, you don't actually have to believe in Satan. Satanism generally focuses upon the spiritual advancement of the self, rather than upon submission to a deity or a set of moral codes. Do some research if you immediately think of the satanic cult stereotype. Your beliefs may also resemble those of earth-based religions such as paganism.
Satanism
88% Buddhism
71% Judaism
67% Paganism
67% Islam
63% Hinduism
50% atheism
46% agnosticism
42% Christianity
33%
So not only did I hit 1,000 posts here the other week, but since I’ve uploaded my 1,000th photo to flickr, logged 10,000 songs to last.fm, and my favorite CMS has hit 1,000 commits. I also added the 10,000th song to my iTunes library.
And with any sort of luck, by the end of the week I’ll have $1,000 in the bank for the first time ever in my life. I plan on celebrating by promptly spending some of it on something.
Something about the meyers briggs personality index is just fascinating. I’ve talked about it before, and here I go again. It’s impressive how accurate it is, wherever it’s summed up, it has a tendency to describe me almost perfectly.
The last six days have been easily the most agonizing of my life – I’ve been compulsively checking the shipping info on my powerbook, jumping up and running to the window whenever I hear a truck rumbling nearby, and anticipating the arrival of this guy like nothing else. But it came!
A little more research into my Meyers-Briggs personality type, INTP.
Mathematics is a system where many INTPs love to play, similarly languages, computer systems—potentially any complex system. INTPs thrive on systems. Understanding, exploring, mastering, and manipulating systems can overtake the INTP’s conscious thought. This fascination for logical wholes and their inner workings is often expressed in a detachment from the environment, a concentration where time is forgotten and extraneous stimuli are held at bay. Accomplishing a task or goal with this knowledge is secondary.
It’s really amazing how much this system really does mirror my interests, I wonder how someone on the complete other end of the spectrum would be defined, or explained, generalized, whatever.
Errors are not often due to poor logic—apparent faux pas in reasoning are usually a result of overlooking details or of incorrect context.
The only reason I ever did poorly on tests in math class would always be that I worked my problem so quick and almost surely, on every test, there would be a problem where somewhere in my arithmetic I would have reversed the digits of a number, put the decimal point in the wrong place, multiplied instead of divided.
I’m of the type INTP. I remember testing this way ever since I was in sixth grade, and oddly enough my dad is of this type also. They really don’t fall far from the tree.
INTP: Introverted (78%) Intuitive (50%) Thinking (50%) Perceiving (11%)
Don’t ask me how those percentages work…
Me, six or seven years ago:
I don’t think I would ever make the kind of art on the Internet because I am not really interested in programming that kind of stuff. I didn’t really like seeing myself on the Web. The picture was blurry and I sounded funny. I think they altered my voice?
I was looking around in a real cool high tech lab at the Walker Art Center, where all kinds of people were doing some pretty neat stuff, commenting on how I liked the web page made about my thoughts on different pieces at the Walker.
So, being this blhag is underused (if you use IE I’m sorry – I’ve meant not to make it look so shitty, really) I decided to post a little on whats been going on recently.