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wThursday, May 30, 2002

Scientists believe certain bug species may have evolved the ability to manipulate the weather in order to secure their own survival. Trippy. Lightning bugs?

OKAY! Now, this is the stuff. When I was writing about the 'nonsense' sites that Rodney found, I was thinking that it was similar to what happens when you enter a phrase into a translation program and then translate it back to English. Well, I took the above sentence, the one beginning "Scientists believe..." and translated it from English to French to German, back to French and then back to English. Here's the serendipitous result:

The scientists believe that certain types of anomaly can have developed the capacity to handle time, to fix their characteristic to survive.

And suddenly it ties back in with the theme of time. Ah, beautiful chance.

posted by edgy at 8:30 AM

		wWednesday, May 29, 2002
		Music industry sues Napster-like Audiogalaxy - Well, I guess it was only a matter of time. posted by edgy at 9:52 AM

		wTuesday, May 28, 2002
		Another guilty pleasure. Feels like I'm guilty of treason just looking at this site. Oh, we are living in a police state? I thought that was just when I was a young punker living in Reagan's Amerika! posted by edgy at 9:02 PM

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		Another Edge. Damon Edge. And Helios Creed. After all these years, I finally succumbed to temptation and bought the box. I had an opportunity to buy the LP version of the box around 20 years ago for a ridiculously low price, but back then, even a cheap box set was not cheap. It remains to be seen, but I think Half Machine Lip Moves (1979) is still my favorite Chrome album. Totally damaged, distorto, effects-laden, sci-fi freakout. Not punk, not pre-punk or post-punk. It's just Chrome. I guess the closest relative is Hawkwind, but Hawkwind would be overground to the intensely underground feel of this music. Chrome is one of those bands (same with DJ Screw) that makes me wonder if there's something wrong with me that I dig 'em. Is that the definition of "guilty pleasure"? posted by edgy at 3:20 PM

Edge 60 - holy guacamole! Time. Egads. "...if you try to get your hands on time, it's always slipping through your fingers."

My basic idea is that time as such does not exist. There is no invisible river of time. But there are things that you could call instants of time, or 'Nows'.

I get dizzy and feel kinda dumb reading this interview with Julian Barbour. What an incredible article. I feel like the only response I can make is to kinda grunt uneasily and quote Peter Fonda's character in Easy Rider, "I'm hip to time." Duh. Uh.

Thanks, Rodney, for the link. (And dang me if they didn't beat me to the punch registering edge.org. It's my middle name, after all [after my grandmother's maiden name].)

posted by edgy at 3:04 PM

wSunday, May 26, 2002

Scorched. My forehead is burnt to a crisp. Forgot hat and/or sunscreen before taking off for a long bike ride in the Texas sun. Really nice ride in spite of having a hitch in my respiratory get-along and a torqued derailleur (from a recent head over wheels endo. No, ma, I wasn't wearing a helmet). Very self-indulgent listening on the CD Walkman, "Rock God," a sound project I finished several years ago, which is as far from rock as you can get. Not quite music, but not noise. Kind of like a lo-fi Future Sounds of London circa Lifeforms. Anyway, I quite like it, though I haven't found anyone else who does. Not that I've inflicted it on that many people. [Correction: Jenni said she liked it. I made her a copy when we were still dating (as opposed to living together). She says, "I guess I don't count, huh?" She does. I've got one 'fan'.]

The CD is about an hour long, and I rode until I got to the end of the CD. By then I was way up Barton Creek and away from city sounds. Sat and listened to bird songs and the insects buzzing past my ears. Mockingbirds, wrens, doves (mourning and inca), cardinals, grackles, blue jays, perhaps a finch, and a song I couldn't identify. It was a beautiful clear day with the sun beaming down, but quite comfortable in the shade.

After sitting for some time, I headed back down the trail to Barton Springs (a beautiful spring-fed pool, pretty much right in town. 68 degrees F. year round), derailleur giving me fits. It usually seems to work fine, but then it'll suddenly freak out and shift gears on me, usually at the worst times, like trying to race in front of oncoming traffic. Gotta get it fixed. Had a very refreshing swim, then headed for home, listening to The Fall's Light User Syndrome. Stopped off at Shady Grove for a frozen margarita (with salt), a BLT sandwich, and a twice-baked jalape�o potato.

Thought about blogging a lot on my ride - not that I actually came up with anything to say, which has been a problem. But what the hell, I've got the bandwidth, might as well use it. Write about a great bike ride instead of a great website. There's something ineffable about a bike ride. I love riding. In fact, I should probably get up from the computer and go for a leisurely bike ride around the neighborhood and check out the full moon.

posted by edgy at 10:19 PM