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discourse makes for interesting posts

mkoperwas — Sun, 04 Feb 2007 17:07:37 +0000

i was reading The Universe of Discourse and virtue of its existence, it brought up a point i found interesting. Well-writen and insightful post aside, it brought to light a good example of what i like to read in posts.

Not simply linking to other posts or copying, but including the discourse that one would have in the comments on your own posts tends to make a good read for me. While it’s possibly true that this is due to the dirth of this type of post, i’d still love to see more posts like this.

My favourite portion is the question and response to “Why is the sky blue?” Similar to the “Airborne” disclosure, it was good to reveal his supposed b/sing on physics, and then to link and post to various discussions that had more info. How it’s different than Airborne, is by showing a weakness, and using for more than just the trickster’s distraction.

Update 1:: following the links and reading up more, two things happened. Plover posted some awesomeness there, http://blog.plover.com/physics/potassium.html, as he breaks down the radioactive decay energy generated from the K contained in a bag of rock salt over an hour. Mostly, he hands over a nice platter of awesome and insightful post.

The trickster’s distraction rears it’s ugly head once more, but going the other way this time : )

a special appearance by Seth and Matt

mkoperwas — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 19:29:04 +0000

got to see a nifty advance screening of a tv special, and i laughed so hard i was short of breath. there were a few great little details, like signage, or off-camera glances, that really made it more special.

highlights were:

““… “my friend doesn’t like you.”

“that’s…. highly improbable.”

not to mention that the duo had a great rapport, and were really quite hilarious. they said they were a little nervous presenting to us, but they shouldn’t have been. the work was fantastic, and absolutely hilarious. i do wish that we were a bit less daunting of a group, but i guess that’s hard to do. shouldn’t be, though.

i’d see them again, anytime. a really inspirational experience.

on a side note, there was a bit of competition between the two that was pretty funny, too. they seemed very comfortable with each other, which bespoke of good history and shared experiences. some people wondered out loud why they seemed to step on each others toes. i didn’t really notice it much, and felt like they had a good symbiotic conversation style.

i has a what?

mkoperwas — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 18:42:24 +0000

Can anyone provide the origin of the “i has a” meme?

i has a fascination with it, and i has a karot that i happily offer to those with informations.

more than i deserve

mkoperwas — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 08:14:12 +0000

are you happy? i think i am, but i find it incredibly difficult to feel that way. it’s self-justified in the usual existentialist way, in that i wonder if i ever can be happy. what with all the misfortune in the world, sure… or, more realistically, with the looming concept of my own mortality. there have been times where i truly believed i would live forever. either through some biological fluke that makes me ultra-special-cool+3, or via the convenience of quantum theory. eg - the fact of my existence, and the observation of my existence, has put into motion the need for that perspective to continue; thus, in my lifetime immortality will be developed.

of late, i’m having a harder time believing in it. i guess i’m having a harder time believing in permanence.

here’s tom with the weather…

December doesn’t count

mkoperwas — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 08:06:43 +0000

In terms of pretty much all things having to do with one’s life, December doesn’t seem to count. The month pretty much just disappears. i guess technically the blur starts just after Thanksgiving. And i do mean blur.

In terms of development efforts, it’s better to schedule anything you want by January 1 for December 1. Because otherwise, you’re just going to slide on past it.

see - Valve Time

So, i propose that December be stricken from the record, and we all go to Vegas for the month.

i’m losing it

mkoperwas — Wed, 22 Nov 2006 05:21:28 +0000

this stupid script is continually biting me back. it’s a simple concept, and yet presented simply it comes across as banal.

what do i think people want to see from a short by an unsigned nobody? i think they, or you, want to be surprised by something clever. you don’t want smiles at the end. you want bling, but with a point. story story story.

i saw pete jackson one day last year, and i thought afterwards what question i’d ask him. i thought it’d be,

“does this ordering sound right?
1. plot 2. edit 3. camerawork 4. location 5. acting 6. effects”

love is the new black

mkoperwas — Thu, 16 Nov 2006 06:50:05 +0000

The flowers vibrated with the ringing of the phone. From the back room comes a voice, screaming, “Sylph, for fuck’s sake, would you pick up the g-damn phone already?” Through the silence of no response, the leaves rustle slightly in the wind, continuing their slow turning, in time with the sunlight streaming through the windows. Hurrying out of the ultraviolet lights of the back room, Jack heads towards the phone, shedding the trappings of his gardening uniform.
With his left glove draped over his shoulder, he puts the phone to his ear.
“49th St. Flower Shop. Jack speaking.”
Jack’s head bobs up and down, the cadence of responses come from pure muscle memory.
“Oh yes, it sure is a beautiful day out today.”
“Where are you calling from?”
“Great, lovely there too? That’s wonderful.”
“So, how can I help you today?”
“Oh, sure, we can deliver to anywhere in the Bay Area.”
“Yes, that includes Emeryville.”
“Yes, ma’am, we do have a Summer Bouquet in stock.”
“That’ll be twenty-one fifty-five with tax. What type of card would you like to use?”
“I’ll have that delivered on Thursday of this week, by noon.”
“Thanks so much. You have a wonderful afternoon too, and hope to hear from you again real soon.”
To the observant viewer, Jack’s eyes would look like they were rolling into the back of his head, slowly lolling his head in a slow turn. To the casual observer, he might just be stretching his neck out, which is exactly what Sylph thought he was doing as she walked back in, the strong scent of patchouli following her like a lap dog.
She grabbed the glove from his shoulder and put it on the table, then leaned over his shoulder to read what he’d written on the pad.
“Love, Sarah. Bullshit.”
“What do you think, dude? She really love who she’s sending some twenty buck flowers to? Fuck, I hate how everyone’s throwing love around. Love is the new ‘thank you’ or ‘see you next summer.’ Bitches.”