that one REM song

Well, this seems rather fascinating.

But scientist Bradley C. Edwards has an idea that's really out of this world: an elevator that climbs 62,000 miles into space.

Sounds like a wonderful idea but...

The cable would be attached to a platform on the equator, off the Pacific coast of South America where winds are calm, weather is good and commercial airplane flights are few. The platform would be mobile so the cable could be moved to get out of the path of orbiting satellites.

How does this deal with the fact that the Moon rotates around the Earth? Wouldn't this cable start wrapping itself around the Earth as if winding up a ball of twine?

perspective

The debate of weblogs vs. journals has been around for a long long time. This history of weblogs is a pretty neutral viewpoint on the development of this medium. Anyway, the common thing seems to be that serious bloggers often complain about "blogs" which act as journals. I can see that point of view, as most of the time, a journal is pretty darn boring to read from a stranger's perspective. I know I find reading the daily lives of people fairly boring, especially when it's written in extremely poor grammar (I know mine isn't perfect, but I think my writings are readable in a grammatical sense). Even then, it's sometimes insightful to read the daily lives of my friends. I know for myself, I don't see them very often, and sometimes their writings allow me to know what's going on in their lives, and vice versa. Blogs/journals are an outlet, do as you please.

Anyway, for the first time in my life, I've started a personal journal (not online) about things that I'm unwilling to post here (this is a public forum after all and certain things are just better left private). A friend suggested I should document the events that are ocurring, mentioning that it would be a nice thing to be able to reflect upon it later in life (if the current events lead to something much further down the road that is). Now I just need to remember to write in it often enough.

no, not the assassinated archduke

Here I go again with more music recommendations. I urge everyone to check out Franz Ferdinand, here and here. I don't quite know why, but they remind me of The Rapture (if any of you have heard of them). FF seem to be a lot more polished though. Very good music, too bad their recent tour came by the bay area already. Missed it, oh well.

female form of a moniker deriving from the forest

It's a date, well sort of, a casual meeting, but I think there's a little hidden mutual agreement to it. A person wouldn't invest so much time in conversation if they didn't contemplate an intention. Either way, it should be fun, just hanging out, chilling, which is one of my favorite things to do. I sense no flakiness, unlike my past experience.

turtling

One question. Why is there still stop and go traffic on the freeway at 10am?

tempting temptation version 2.0

I made the major choice already, but now I have a minor one. I'm not quite sure about this one since they all seem about the same. I think I'll have to hold off on this one, but I'd like to have it when I get my camera too. Oh well.

tempting temptation

Which to get? The Canon is about 30 dollars more than the Sony right now. The Canon seems to be better, but I don't know by how much. Confused.

the depressed genius

The cliche.

Not to say that anything I've done before was particularly spectacular, but anything I've done recently is definitely worse than prior material. Coinciding with the cliche, I've been rather joyous lately and I've noticed that some of my greatest works (if there is such a thing) have come from some sort of dilemma/depression. Now there's nothing much going on and I find myself unmotivated. Ah yes, and I'm brought back once again. I seek satisfaction when I'm depressed and seek depression to motivate me when I'm satisfied. How sad.

unmeasurable period of a state of suspended consciousness

I always believe in spreading the joy of music. Here's a little flash player I made for all of you to enjoy Garnet Crow's Timeless Sleep (although a low quality version--you can contact me if you want the good version). Enjoy.

Oh, I have learned and it is good. Forward!

a red vitreous lustering gem and a black bird of misfortune

At no point in life did I wish I understood Japanese more than I do now. I'm about 3-4 years behind in this discovery, but I am currently enamored with Garnet Crow. They're considred a jpop band and their music is light and fluffy, but it is the voice and lyrics (not that I understand any of it) that differentiates them. Instead of a high pitched girly voice fronting this band, Yuri Nakamura belts out tunes more in the line of a sonorous bluesy style. The voice is much deeper, giving way for deeper music and deeper meaning. They are a style of their own and I absolutely love it. It's just too bad I can't read or understand Japanese or else I'd feed my obsession more, but alas they don't sing in English and there's about 1 website in English on them with little on it. Until then, I'll just enjoy their music ignorantly.

Also posted at Blogcritics.

i'm a real boy, i'm a real boy

Crap (and I start another post with the same word). I've been whining. Okay, no more.

So Harry Potter 3 was awesome. It had a lot of hilarious moments. Those 2 green ogres were definitely meant for each other. That donkey still looked like an ass though. The little wooden boy made the best parts of the film, despite anyone else claiming it was the Spanish cat. Oh wait, that wasn't Harry Potter 3. Oh well.

By the way, I look forward to next Saturday, if for anything, it's definitely to see if that many people will actually show up.

is this it?

Crap. I just realized there's nothing but work from here on out. I've been going through this week thinking somewhere in the back of my mind that my current work schedule is only a temporary thing, but frankly, I don't see an end in sight. Even if I eventually quit one job, I still plan on working 2, which will continue to eat up my time considerably. It's the saturday work thing, especially. I mean, I love what I do there, but don't like working there on saturdays (it's the only day I can though). I also have some lingering belief that some big life defining moment is suppose to be happening sometime soon but what it is, is beyond me. There's really nothing happening whatsoever. It's all quiet on the western front.

It's sad though. I've waited for 18 years or so for school to end and now it's over and I'm still unsatisfied. What do I want? I have no idea. I suppose I'm just the type who is never satisfied with what he has and always wants more. The yearning, the burning. For what? I draw a blank.

i feel like the godfather

So I was ready to just forget all about it, not even bother following up on her decision to attend or not, but then she calls me. It was in return to a message I left her. Nothing big or anything, it was just regarding the dinner party. She was still unsure, as usual. I didn't have much to say this time around as I was reluctant to dive into anything deeper than just the invite. I don't want to be suckered. Then as she said goodbye to me, it was drawn out (you know, bye, goodnight, see you, back and forth many times) and in such a sweet manner that my reluctance to talk to her became a reluctance to hang up. It was as if there was something going on between us more than just friend to friend conversation. The torment of mixed signals.

my duty

As a member of Blogcritics, it is my duty to inform you about the hosting changes. If you've had trouble viewing it the past few days, that is the reason. Everything should be working fine now, so yeah.

I suppose while I'm at it, you can buy some newly minted blogcritics merchandise too.

on a matter of time

Over the past few weeks, the time stream seemed as if it was on hyperdrive. It was the beginning of May one day and the next, it was graduation. However, ever since that ceremony, time has slowed down. It's like the moment you meet the love of your life, time stops. Except in this instance, it just crawls and there's no love of my life. I'm just a tad afraid that time will suddenly speed up again to catch up for the slowdown and leave me behind (my little reference to "Big Fish").