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Cyclical redundancy checking and antimatter collection agency: a web of lies
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wFriday, May 10, 2002 |
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a random text generator for the innocent, the eager, and the doomed: The Deluxe Transitive Generator. Here I thought I'd found a possible solution to the 'random text' question. But this isn't as bizarre. Maybe it's the words the generator chooses from. It's more self-consciously weird, cute, purposely 'surreal'. I know all about that sort of thing, having been guilty of the same for years. I'll share an example(s) at some point. But I dutifully cut and pasted the javascript into an html document, so you can see the Deluxe Transitive Generator's output. Reload/refresh the page for a completely different set of randomness. Just how random, I wonder. Not as utterly random as the stuff Rodney found.
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Dixon at 4:38 PM
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wThursday, May 09, 2002 |
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All the hullaballoo, all the noise
Wow. Jenni and I saw Nick Cave last night at Stubb's. Holy Mackeral. I wasn't sure it would be worth the substantial ticket price, the most I've EVER paid for a show (other than a big festival like Lollapaloopa). But, man, it was worth it. I had actually seen Nick Cave several years ago at a Lollahoopla, but that was NOT the right environment, with a bunch of fucked up little Dallas brats only there to see Green Day. That was the worst shit, even with all the great acts on the roster, Beastie Boys, Breeders, George Clinton, etc. (And no, I didn't get to see The Boredoms, because they weren't at the Dallas show.) But I digress. Last night was a great show and showed Nick's still got it. And he played one of the oldies, one of my favorite songs of all time, Saint Huck. The way he screamed 'Saint Huck' was alone worth the price of admission. Sent shivers up and down my spine!
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Dixon at 10:24 PM
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Rodney found these bizarre websites (he found "this nest of weirdness" accidentally through a Google search) that read like some bizarre Finnegan's Wake or schizophrenic Word Salad. There's poetry in them thar URLs. (He thinks they might be "randomly generated, pulling text from all over the internet... generated by seed words," so you may see different text than I did.)
http://westerlybulldogs.com/donald:sutherland/liar: (I dig that URL, too.) The title is "The history of Germany is a history lesson this weekend" and includes lines such as:
"Despite some mechanical trouble with the Macdonalds of Keppoch, who remained faithful to the Royal Observatory to enter the church quite faint with cold; but, for God's sake, the cold was sweet and noble. The rain of fire fell on the New Books Shelves."
"I then told your grandfather what I really like making the five pointed star just like Betsy did."
"Similarly, studies of traditional Gaelic literature which aim to examine its operation supposing it to be in good condition. As other pages are removed from their WWW site contexts to be used in all areas, from agriculture to special education, and community settings. AMTA is committed to excellence and dedicated to the great scandal of the profession of civil engineer in 1939, and decided after the 1942 Conference to endeavour to prevail upon congress to send most pusillanimous instructions to its peace commissioners. They were instructed to explain to the American people and to ensure against ravages & insanity of nature & man. Lord Venkateswara of the Seven Sages in the Vaivaswata Manvantara."
http://fresh-blood.iwasateenagewolfman.com/infant*feeding:
"He learns that Mr. USP stands for the most part, Viagra has been used as food for many years and my assimilation of various sources, mainly anthroposophy, scripture and of course had to pee as well."
Very odd, indeed. I remember a professor of mine in Abnormal Psychology playing a recording of a schizophrenic going off like that... the professor was laughing like a madman. It was a strange tableau.
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Dixon at 2:20 PM
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wWednesday, May 08, 2002 |
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Jenni and I were talking yesterday about commercials co-opting good music for their own diabolical ends. She mentioned AmEx's use of Lennon's Imagine. I said, well, at least they'll never use Meat City, the almost punk rock flipside of the Imagine single. I still have the single from way back when, and, as was often the case with singles I bought as a kid, I liked the B-side much more than the 'hit' on the A-side. I downloaded Meat City from audiogalaxy, because it's much easier than getting my record player (oops, showing my age. I meant 'turntable') fixed and playing that old scratchy single. What a great song Meat City is.
Snake doctors shakin like there's no tomorrow
Freak City
Chickinsuckin mothertruckin Meat City shookdown U.S.A.
Pig Meat City
Speaking of advertising: in writing the above entry, I had to resort to the web to remember which company it was that used Imagine in their ad. (Take that, AmEx!) Found an interesting interview with Stuart Ewen that addresses the Lennon-appropriation and includes this fine quote: "When scotch companies put up posters in the subways, that's legitimate. But when kids from the Bronx decorate subways, that's vandalism."
Which reminds me of Thesis #74 of The Cluetrain Manifesto: "We are immune to advertising. Just forget it."
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A sore throat yesterday made me wonder if its cause were psychosomatic. Being a Jungian, I'm inclined to think this way, psyche and soma being two ends of the same spectrum. Not a mind-over-body-ist: first I'll look for some medicinal way out of the pain, then I'll get around to wondering about the pain. I made a note to look up the throat chakra. I wondered if perhaps some truth was 'hard to swallow,' but then decided, no, it was rather that it was more like something stuck in my throat. Probably something I needed to say. I searched throat chakra on Google, and the first link informed me that the throat chakra had to do with communication. And of course, I've been struggling with communication by Blog... what do I want to say with this Blog?
I don't know that much about chakras. I fear being New Agey - most websites with info on chakras are very new agey - but I don't suppose it hurts to look for hints there or anywhere else (just like I look for clues in etymology). Besides the New Agers didn't invent chakras and don't own it. And from the standpoint of someone who loves words, it's cool that the throat chakra is also known as the 'Cornucopia Center.'
So, today the sore throat has cleared up, but I feel all phlegmy. Not sure I actually feel phlegmatic. Sluggish maybe, 'stolid' (dull, stupid) maybe, but not unemotional.
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Dixon at 9:28 AM
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wTuesday, May 07, 2002 |
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I, insomniac. Shallow obsessive sleep with repetitive images of the web as matrix of connections, my thoughts jumping like a jittery attention-deficited speedfreak through the labyrinth of unmeaning. Blah. I'd rather be in deep paradoxical sleep.
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Dixon at 4:21 AM
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