Saturday, September 25, 2004

A joke.

A popular bar had a new robotic bartender installed.

A fellow came in for a drink and the robot asked him, "What's your IQ?" The man replied, "150."

So the robot proceeded to make conversation about Quantum physics, string theory, atomic chemistry, and so on.

The man listened intently and thought, "This is really cool." So he decided to test the robot. He walked out of the bar, turned around, and came back in for another drink.

Again, the robot asked him, "What's your IQ?" The man responded, "100." So the robot started talking about football, baseball, and so on.

The man thought to himself, "Wow, this is really cool." The man went out and came back in a third time.

As before, the robot asked him, "What's your IQ?" The man replied, "50." The robot then said, "So, you gonna vote for Bush again?"

Monday, September 20, 2004

Real Women - Series

If you check my Artwork section you might notice there's a new section entitled "Real Women".

The women portrayed in the series aren't actual people, but the standard Victoria 3 model altered in various ways to reflect natural shapes and not supermodels.

The reactions have been varied, from "Oh, that's fabulous! (all)" to "Give that girl a sandwich! (#3)" to "ugh, why are you doing this? (#2)" to "I want to date her (#1)".

Why am I doing this?

Well, I got tired of papercutter Vickies; I know maybe one woman who actually has that shape for a body, and she's a rather miserable woman to be around.

I'm trying to capture personalities - even projected ones - inside women that many people wouldn't look at twice.

So far, I'm pleased with the results.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Nifty!

The owner of the Lace With Leather Yahoo group wants to use some of my artwork on her site.

Color me pleased.

Best. Tactic. Ever.

Show Tunes on the Subway.

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BookChain got a +7 original mod on SensibleErection. This is heartening, they're the first to give unworthy self link negative mods when they think something's BS.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Feel better - From Dan

Here is a surefire formula to help you begin each day with a positive outlook on life:
1. Open a new file in your computer.

2. Name it "George W. Bush."

3. Then immediately send it to the trash.

4. Empty the trash.

5. Your PC will ask you, "Do you really want to get rid of George W. Bush?"

6. Answer calmly, "yes," and press the mouse button firmly.

7. There . . . feel better?

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Yes. Yes, I do.

And later that night/day...

And thus...

It was born.

BookChain - the Blog!

Bookchain

I was paging through a book about graphic design tonight, when three receipts from people who had checked it out before me fell from some of the pages.

I thought... "what if they had left some way for me to get into contact with them?"

Basic idea:

Bookchain would be a low-tech way to make local connections using someone's shared interest in a book through a library.

The basic idea is simple: have a site set up (ex. http://bookchain.org) where you list the books you read, what you liked about them. Then stick a post-it note, or a piece of paper (something non-damaging) in the book between the pages that has the URL written on it. A bulletin board would be set up on the site.

A curious person can log onto the website and find other people who read the book locally. Since many people who read the same books have other interests in common, shared commonalities are discovered and a small community bond is forged.

It could be used as a tool: say someone wants to find other quilters. They post a message, copy down an URL onto a few post-its, and stick those post-its into the quilting books they were most interested in. People who were curious could log onto the site and find that person's email address (or any other contact information they wanted to provide). (Near)Instant quilting circle is formed.

The main problem I foresee is in political or religious fora - if someone found an anarchist link, for instance, they might use it to harass the poster. Same goes for a minority religion. This is to say nothing of potential governmental investigations.

I have no idea if this could work, but suffice to say, I think I'm going to try it.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Don'tcha just hate it...

...When you want to set someone on fire, and they won't *hold still*?

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Muddle of the Day

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Mission Accomplished.

I made it through September 11th and avoided slapping anyone for stupid jingoism.

Mind you, I was tempted. Repeatedly.
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I'm missing Rhi badly lately; Meghan's been growing by leaps and bounds. She said "Momma" the other day - I just about melted. (Then she yanked her diaper off.)

My two daughters, nearly three years apart, weigh the same amount. Rhi is still a stick and Meghan is, for lack of a better term, downright burly.

The differences in the two girls are simply astounding. Meghan has a less piercing voice than Rhi does, and is a lot more mellow when it comes to some things. She likes sweets less, though, which is odd.

She's the first person in my family to have a cafe au lait birthmark... it looks very much like someone spilled coffee on her neck. I hope she never thinks its ugly; it's been something fascinating to me and very much Meghan since it first started showing on her skin.

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I need to get out to the San Fernando Valley and visit my aunt. I also need to see Dan. I have been remiss in my friends-n-family duties.

All Protestors = Criminals? Yes, Says RNC

No Patriot Act Victims?
Tell it to Summer Star!


Truly scary, if this is even fifty percent accurate.

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After a pedicure, hair color and trim, and a few new outfits (thank you, mother in law)... I feel reasonably renewed.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

Finally...

I updated the Artwork section of my site. Now all I have to do is fix the index page, and I'll be set.

Lots of new pin-ups are linked to, now.

Friday, September 10, 2004

Hm.

Thought for the Day:

Is it too much to ask to receive affection without sacrificing self-respect?

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Olfaction.

The sharpsweetgrain smell of Postum mixing with my parents' arabica or peaberry coffee from Trader Joes.

The nearly-too-thick aroma of a freshly blooming freesia and the crumbly reek of compost.

The nauseating smell of trees of paradise competing with tangerine blossoms.

Hot laundry.

Herbs, garlic, and spices. Baking bread.

.Image.

I'll eventually figure out why Anzwers.org won't let you see this picture.

Who is Koichi Sato?

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Companies With Highest Levels Of Employee Injury and Illness, courtesy of the Memory Hole.

Okay...

I think I have the computer back to about seventy percent operational.

Poser stuff is installed; Frontpage (yay!) so I can put my site back up. Jasc PSP 8. Terragen, Apophysis, Wings3d, UVMapper, INJection Pose Maker.

Now, the evil in me insists - I must make something with Furrette2! I MUST!

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Yay!

The mother in law has said she will help me build the new computer once I have money for it.

This is very good - she works with graphic designers, she knows what they need.

As it stands, the graphic card alone may very well cost a few hundred dollars. I'll need a new monitor, too.

I've got Poser 5 back up and running, as well as PSP8. I lost all my fonts and MP3s, thanks to the forced wipe. I didn't have enough room to save 'em.

I can't find my Flash5 disk, which is irritating, to say the least. I didn't expect to have to rebuild my computer from scratch.

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Matthew and I have the next week to ourselves, which is lovely, and probably will reduce quite a bit of stress. There's a job fair on Thursday, which he's attending.

I got to speak to the girl that he's so fond of talking to - Sara. She's quite lovely, actually, and I had fun speaking to her myself.

The high desert is starting to cool down, and things are somewhat bearable. Once the temperatures are somewhat sensible again, I'm making a resolution to walk a certain amount every night. No idea how long it'll last, but who cares, eh?

Sunday, September 05, 2004

Sexah.

Intel Pentium 4 Processor (2.26 gigs).
Upgradeable to 4 gigs of RAM.
Intel motherboard with onboard video and sound support.

*shudders happily*

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Unsexah - the asshat with a confederate flag on his rear bumper who nearly ran us off the road the other day apparently lives down the street from us.

Software I want to learn...

Maya. Very high end product, used in Lord of the Rings, among other things.

Carrara and Amapi 3D.

Rhino 3D. Good for jewelry design, something I want to get into for 3D products.

Adobe Illustrator, for professional vector-based graphics.

I also need to polish my knowledge of Photoshop, learn more about Poser 5 (such as the setup room), and learn to make poseable figures.

Je suis geekette, no?

As it is, I'm already looking at prices for more RAM and a higher-end processor than I have, plus a really, really good monitor.

Quote du jour:

I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma. ~Eartha Kitt

Goodness me.

Things I need to do, in order to be somewhat content:

1) Deal with my personal life so that it is somewhere near "calm".
2) Re-do my personal site.
3) Begin archiving for the Project Alexandria library.
4) Get the computer fixed, and begin my artwork anew.
5) Help Matthew on his Open Source Educational Project.
6) Design and finesse the template for "Memoirs of a Non-Mechanical Man".
7) Read the entirety of the philosophy selection in our home library.
8) Write out what I've been pondering for the past year.
9) Figure out my life.

Do I still want to be an English teacher? Do I want to do something else? Can I reasonably participate in an institution that I am trying to spare at least one of my children?

What, in short, am I going to be when I grow up?

Saturday, September 04, 2004

Heh.

a·poph·y·sis ( P ) Pronunciation Key (-pf-ss)
n. pl. a·poph·y·ses (-sz)
Anatomy. A natural swelling, projection, or outgrowth of an organ or part, such as the process of a vertebra.
Geology. A branch from a dike or vein.

Wow, it's almost naughty.

Random Thoughts.

It's time to get my priorities back in order.

While a diversion is nice now and then, the diversion can't be my life.

Hi. I'm Rowan.

If the title of the blog didn't give you some idea as to my ideology, then there isn't any hope for you.

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I'm twenty-five years old.

This is the year I realize the following things are true:

- I will never get three wishes from a benevolent genie. If I received wishes, they would be the sort that are EXTREMELY literal and need a lawyer to appropriately word so that I wouldn't be turned into a tortoise or willow tree or some such.

- I will never be a rock star. Even if I had the waistline for it (which I don't, thank you having children), my voice really isn't that good, though I can sing reasonably well.

- I will never be a famous actress or model. Haven't the looks, haven't the tolerance for being treated like a porkchop.

- I will most likely never be a billionaire, which is fine, except now I can't buy my own country.

- Bill Gates will never honor my request and install buttons on my keyboard that allow me to violently shock people who are stupid online.

- It's much too late for me to be a child prodigy.

These realizations aren't bad, though. It allows me to focus on what I CAN do, which is quite a bit.

Apophysis

Okay, this was supposed to be a gorgeous picture I did using the fractal generator named above (you can get it at Apophysis), but my image host isn't cooperating with me.

So, instead, have some Carl Sandberg on me.

"I Am the People, the Mob"

I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is
done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the
world's food and clothes.
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons
come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And
then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand
for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.
I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted.
I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and
makes me work and give up what I have. And I
forget.
Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red
drops for history to remember. Then--I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the
People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer
forget who robbed me last year, who played me for
a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world
say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a
sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.