25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this
Brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
So I cry somethimes when I'm lying in bed
To get it all out what's in my head
Then I start feeling a little peculiar
So I wake in the morning and I step
Outside I take deep breath
I get real high
Then I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
And I say hey...
And I say hey what's goin' on
And I say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
And I try, oh my God do I try
I try all the time
In this institution
And I pray, oh my God do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in my bed
To get it all out what's in my head
Then I start feeling a little peculiar
So I wake in the morning and I step outside
I take a deep breaththen I get real high
Then I scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
And I say hey...
And I say hey what's goin' on
And I say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
And I say hey...
And I say hey what's goin' on
And I say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
Monday, February 20, 2006
Friday, February 10, 2006
BBC NEWS | Technology | Privacy fears hit Google search:
"Coming on the heels of serious consumer concern about government snooping into Google's search logs, it's shocking that Google expects its users to now trust it with the contents of their personal computers,' said EFF staff attorney Kevin Bankston."
Ok, so you might have to read the whole story to understand what I'm on about here, but surely the point is that Google are the most trustworthy of the search companies, since they are the only ones fighting the US government about handing over their search logs. I'd be more worried if Yahoo or AOL had something similar, as they seem to have rushed as quickly as they could to hand over their information in court, panting and wagging their tails as they did so, waiting for the pat on the head they'll never get.
Oh, and this is only a problem if you're using the tool to search over multiple computers, and have that option switched on. Don't know about you, but I have one computer at home, and one at work. Don't need to be searching both at the same time, escpecially if it's a very important document, such as "tax returns, love letters, business records, financial and medical files". All those types of documents are in specific folders with really obvious names, not just scattered around in a huge My Documents file scanning 40Gb and with no folder system. To be honest, if you're stupid enough to not know what you're doing when you install these programs, perhaps you shouldn't be doing everything on the computer. I wouldn't feel safe if I wasn't aware of exactly what information is leaving my desktop.
I don't want to seem nasty to people who genuinely get caught out by this kind of thing, but the internet is a harsh, unpleasant place, the realities of which need to be brought home to people. Google are, as far as it's possible to tell, acting honourably, and honestly. The Electronic Frontier Foundation need to find a real cause to champion, rather than acting like a tabloid newspaper. Grow up, kids, and start fighting for something real.
"Coming on the heels of serious consumer concern about government snooping into Google's search logs, it's shocking that Google expects its users to now trust it with the contents of their personal computers,' said EFF staff attorney Kevin Bankston."
Ok, so you might have to read the whole story to understand what I'm on about here, but surely the point is that Google are the most trustworthy of the search companies, since they are the only ones fighting the US government about handing over their search logs. I'd be more worried if Yahoo or AOL had something similar, as they seem to have rushed as quickly as they could to hand over their information in court, panting and wagging their tails as they did so, waiting for the pat on the head they'll never get.
Oh, and this is only a problem if you're using the tool to search over multiple computers, and have that option switched on. Don't know about you, but I have one computer at home, and one at work. Don't need to be searching both at the same time, escpecially if it's a very important document, such as "tax returns, love letters, business records, financial and medical files". All those types of documents are in specific folders with really obvious names, not just scattered around in a huge My Documents file scanning 40Gb and with no folder system. To be honest, if you're stupid enough to not know what you're doing when you install these programs, perhaps you shouldn't be doing everything on the computer. I wouldn't feel safe if I wasn't aware of exactly what information is leaving my desktop.
I don't want to seem nasty to people who genuinely get caught out by this kind of thing, but the internet is a harsh, unpleasant place, the realities of which need to be brought home to people. Google are, as far as it's possible to tell, acting honourably, and honestly. The Electronic Frontier Foundation need to find a real cause to champion, rather than acting like a tabloid newspaper. Grow up, kids, and start fighting for something real.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Yahoo: "Once more Siemens vision'd himself towards Isarel Sterkstroom, and then Haw-Haw Langley sped forward, and with all the bowstring of his long plesaunte smashed his heavy rescheduling sled into the face of the dog."
Now, normally I wouldn't bother to read the random blogs that pop up from time to time which are clearly automatically generated and in no way connected to reality, or the language they purport to be written in, but the paragraph above actually makes sense! Not realistically, of course, but structure of the words is correct, if not their placement or meaning. And it made me laugh.
Now, normally I wouldn't bother to read the random blogs that pop up from time to time which are clearly automatically generated and in no way connected to reality, or the language they purport to be written in, but the paragraph above actually makes sense! Not realistically, of course, but structure of the words is correct, if not their placement or meaning. And it made me laugh.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
The Palm
This is very cool, basically. I had written a bit of an essay about "Wonders of the World, blah blah blah", but really is was very dull and rather flowery, so I canned that entry and wrote this instead. This one is quite clearly better, because it isn't filled with my boring shit. Yay...
In other news, the bastards still haven't sent me my new camera, and we're off to London Zoo to see the penguins and lions (not in the same enclosure, thankfully) next weekend. I am not happy, but also unempowered, since the only contact I have with these people is over the phone and all I can say is "I really would rather have it as soon as possible please", whilst meaning "give me my camera, whores of Satan!". I wish I wasn't so British about things like this, but then moaning at them only makes you look American, so I'll give that a miss.
Killer boredom and apathy is on me today. I ought to be doing the thing with the model that makes it work. Debugging, I think they call it. But of course I don't actually care all that much, and since I have made progress is some form or other this week, my work ethic is drained. Need sleep. Desperately need exercise. Need to stop living in one room, it's driving me mad...
This is very cool, basically. I had written a bit of an essay about "Wonders of the World, blah blah blah", but really is was very dull and rather flowery, so I canned that entry and wrote this instead. This one is quite clearly better, because it isn't filled with my boring shit. Yay...
In other news, the bastards still haven't sent me my new camera, and we're off to London Zoo to see the penguins and lions (not in the same enclosure, thankfully) next weekend. I am not happy, but also unempowered, since the only contact I have with these people is over the phone and all I can say is "I really would rather have it as soon as possible please", whilst meaning "give me my camera, whores of Satan!". I wish I wasn't so British about things like this, but then moaning at them only makes you look American, so I'll give that a miss.
Killer boredom and apathy is on me today. I ought to be doing the thing with the model that makes it work. Debugging, I think they call it. But of course I don't actually care all that much, and since I have made progress is some form or other this week, my work ethic is drained. Need sleep. Desperately need exercise. Need to stop living in one room, it's driving me mad...
Friday, February 03, 2006
4Car Feature - Tunnel Run - from Channel 4
I'm furious! These guys have been out there, done this, and none of them have been arrested. None of them have had their cars impounded by the police, and crushed. Imagine a group of car modifiers doing the same thing. Middle Britain would be up in arms! This is hypocrisy of the highest order. I cannot believe that just because the cars involved are more expensive, it's considered ok. Surely it's worse that every car that went was a powerful, expensive sportscar, capable of great speed. Sure, there was a speed camera there for part of it, but I bet there weren't speed checks all the way round, and I can absolutely guarantee you there was some law breaking going on. I am enraged by the double standards the police employ in these situations. I've experienced first hand the kind of prejudice that modifiers have to experience on a daily basis, even those who love their cars so much they wouldn't dream of doing anything dangerous in them. The police won't even agree to properly organised events in many areas, and yet these middle aged petrolheads can get away with it right in the centre of the capital. This is fucked up, people. No wonder the youth of this country feels disenfranchised.
I'm furious! These guys have been out there, done this, and none of them have been arrested. None of them have had their cars impounded by the police, and crushed. Imagine a group of car modifiers doing the same thing. Middle Britain would be up in arms! This is hypocrisy of the highest order. I cannot believe that just because the cars involved are more expensive, it's considered ok. Surely it's worse that every car that went was a powerful, expensive sportscar, capable of great speed. Sure, there was a speed camera there for part of it, but I bet there weren't speed checks all the way round, and I can absolutely guarantee you there was some law breaking going on. I am enraged by the double standards the police employ in these situations. I've experienced first hand the kind of prejudice that modifiers have to experience on a daily basis, even those who love their cars so much they wouldn't dream of doing anything dangerous in them. The police won't even agree to properly organised events in many areas, and yet these middle aged petrolheads can get away with it right in the centre of the capital. This is fucked up, people. No wonder the youth of this country feels disenfranchised.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Monday, cloudy Monday, and the temperature has fallen through the floor. The first day of being promoted to full cheffery. That's right, Jen's passing on the mantle of head chef to me, as she'll start working evenings from today. Cripes! Eee gad! Other traditional signs of shock and surprise that I can't think of right now! I have to learn to cook! For years I have subsisted on preparation, but now I have to actually make stuff from base ingredients. Not that I'm particularly sexist about this, forcing Jen for all this time to be the one who made meals, it's just that she's a lot better at these things than I am. She's a natural. I'm not. So we came to an agreement that I would do the easy bits, she would do all the stuff that required some level of intuition and technical ability. Now that's all gone belly up with the job thing happening. Burns unit here we come...
Friday, January 20, 2006
It's all out of shape, and I don't understand why. The music was right this morning, but that has to have been a fluke, I think. Everything else feels odd and wrong, and not right. I feel as though the bottom has fallen out of things, especially my stomach, but I don't know why. I need kind words from one who isn't a stranger at all, and I sit waiting for them to come, spiralling downwards into introspective hell. Maybe I should have another blog, one where my thoughts are tangential, and it doesn't really matter what they say as long as it sounds cool.
And as I write, as though telepathy had forced her hand, the kind words come. I am happy, I am resolved. I am in serious need of a decent meal, because it's been more than 12 hours since I ate most of a huge plate of food. I need to learn to eat, lots. I wouldn't want to say I was clinically underweight, but, well, I am.
I need artwork, too, the kind that is permanent and means something. It's a matter of getting it done, but I haven't. I need to ring people, but I can't. Maybe next week. Like everything else in my life.
And as I write, as though telepathy had forced her hand, the kind words come. I am happy, I am resolved. I am in serious need of a decent meal, because it's been more than 12 hours since I ate most of a huge plate of food. I need to learn to eat, lots. I wouldn't want to say I was clinically underweight, but, well, I am.
I need artwork, too, the kind that is permanent and means something. It's a matter of getting it done, but I haven't. I need to ring people, but I can't. Maybe next week. Like everything else in my life.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
So I went to Australia and became Uncle Tom, climbed the Harbour Bridge, watched it get blown up at midnight on NYE (the only TLA I really find useful), and found a baseball cap I can live with at the zoo. It's mostly plastic. Jen was there too, lucky me, because she's the sheild I put between the world and me. I missed Christmas with my family, they missed Christmas with me, and we won't be doing that again in a hurry. Well, not for at least another 23 months. I shall gain new glasses soon, and since the insurance company were kind enough to honour my claim, I'll also gain all the camera equipment back that was stolen. I shall honour you all with a new picture. Though maybe not of the glasses, they aren't that interesting. The cat came back, though I think a little miffed, as she immediately punished me by going AWOL for a few days, scaring the wotsit out of me, if I'm brutally honest. She's happy again now, though. I think. The fish were in their own little private world of golfishiness, behind a screen of algae so thick I thought someone had painted the tank. They hadn't. The fish can see again now. Wrinkly fingers. Have dinosaurs, too. 48 of them, 24 individual designs, each repeated. The top of my monitor is like Jurassic Park or something. Not strictly to scale, or in keeping with the actual periods, but who cares? So close to that tattoo, that one I've been thinking about for ages. The one that really, genuinely, honestly means something important to me. Need to do some work, some designing. But first I have to write weird things on thin strips of card. Take care of yourselves, and each other.
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