Borrowed words…
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It’s so captivatingly haunting…
Goodnight.
(The previously linked YouTube video no longer exists)
It’s so captivatingly haunting…
Goodnight.
Leave a comment : January 30th, 2007 : Music, Personal
I’ve decided to document my research and work as I explore the world of web development. There are a number of reasons for why I’ve decided to do this:
Leave a comment : January 28th, 2007 : Web Development
My computer programming background has mostly been self-taught, with me learning from online references and experimenting until things worked. Because I learned on whatever system was available while growing up, my main development platforms were 1) MS-DOS/Windows machines and 2) TI graphing calculators (TI-85 and TI-89, mostly). It’s true. My first real PC apps were Pong in DOS and Tetris for Win3.1/95, assuming you don’t count Tic-Tac-Toe using QBasic. For some idea of the immensity of my dorkitude, these were all before or in the midsts of puberty…
Leave a comment : January 27th, 2007 : Personal
I don’t much like to talk about politics in public, as I feel like once you say anything at all, somebody out there will disagree with you, and further, you have absolute no way of making amends with them short of saying “forget it.” If you argue your case, then the rift between you and the other person grows until you are adversaries. If you ponder the issue a little, you might decide that you are wrong and amend your views. But then the opposing side will probably call you wishy-washy, and those folks with whom you formerly agreed suddenly have their sights on you.
2 comments : January 24th, 2007 : Politics
Most of my friends know that John Keats is one of my favorite western poets, writing such beautiful works as “Endymion” and “Ode on a Grecian Urn.” Most extraordinary to me is probably his resolve and good cheer in an atmosphere of such gloom: imagine a man whose entire family was plagued with tuberculosis, who would die at the age of 25 from that very same disease.
Then imagine the kind of poetry that you yourself would write in the face of such depressing circumstances. I don’t know about you, but I would be nearly paralyzed with my grief and anxiety. What meaning could there possibly be in life when your father, then your mother, then your own brother just die off, one by one?
Leave a comment : January 20th, 2007 : Philosophy
You would think that a Buddhist would kind of have his ego in check, and philosophically, I suppose I do. I know what the ego is from any number of perspectives ranging from the Freudian to the Nietzschian, having used that knowledge to argue my way to victory in many battles of rhetoric and wit.
But therein lies the problem, as my labeling and subsequent disregard for the ever-lurking beast has bitten me on my rhetorical butt. See, once you pretend that you know exactly what the ego is, when you pretend that you have it completely neutralized, that’s the moment when your own ego goes into cruise-control. That’s why those who seek to make themselves humble servants or martyrs to a cause tend to have the most hubris of all.
1 comment : January 14th, 2007 : Philosophy
So I’ve officially entered the REAL blogosphere. It’s nice.