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Nov. 22nd, 2009 @ 11:29 pm in which a juvenile delinquent becomes a hero
Current Mood: patriotic
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High school peeps: Does it surprise anyone that Victor Lin became a U.S. Marine?

Dude, the clown-with-a-heart-of-gold personality, the mischeviousness, the love of approval, the parkour, the Counter-Strike obsession, the weird stunts during P.E.--Vic was virtually born for the job. (The shooting people part aside.) The international upbringing apparently is no longer an issue--I mean, he has a huge tattoo of the flag raising at Iwo Jima across his back; there's no doubting that he has embraced his new American heritage.

I just at Facebook pictures of his 2008 tour of duty in Iraq, and he makes war look almost fun.

Unlike, you know, this.



(Yes, that is authentic Iraq War footage.)

God bless you, Vic. I may not support the politics behind the war, but as a friend, an NEHSer, and a New Yorker I support the risks you've taken and the sacrifices you've made to make sure the terrorists stay on the other side of the pond. All the teachers, administrators, and Experimental Department disciplinarians who thought you would never amount to anything can suck my dick.
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dd2guy
Nov. 21st, 2009 @ 02:51 am there will come soft muds
Current Music: Origa - Inner Universe
Tonight I'd like to talk a little about MUDs, the text-only precursor to MMOs like EverQuest and World of Warcraft.

short version: go to your command line or 'run...' box and type 'telnet darkwind.org 3000' )
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cavestory
Nov. 19th, 2009 @ 05:24 am one plus one plus one
Current Music: Harry Nilsson - One
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Tonight I discovered Harry Nilsson, the man behind some of my favorite songs.

Did you know he wrote "One (Is The Loneliest Number)" the song that made Three Dog Night famous? This is Three Dog Night's version, which is a classic rock staple and one of my favorite songs ever:



This is Nilsson's version. It doesn't have Three Dog Night's legendary rockin' breakdown but the smooth bass line and more subtle production makes it feel a little more soulful, a lot more sincere, and much more, well, lonely. I'm honestly torn about which "One" I like better--the feeling is extremely different.



Aimee Mann, the Dresden Dolls, the Ambitious Orchestra, and your mom have all done fantabulous covers, too, but Nilsson's and 3DN's versions are unbeatable.

And here's an amazing cover by Nilsson of "Without You" by Badfinger (the band that would have been destined to be the next Beatles had they not killed themselves to death). Not the cover of that song he's famous for--my mom's favorite song ever, and one I grew up listening to a lot--but an obscure demo that I personally find far more powerful, because it brings out the best in both Nilsson's intense delivery and his capability for restraint. Still a very sentimental song, but it blows Mariah Carey's sapfest right out of the water.



Just goes to show that as fond as I am of mashups, indie rock, all this crazy new avant-garde music, some things only get better with age.

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Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 12:19 am your hesitance has cost you dearly
Current Music: Melt Wizard - The Thermal Pod
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Witty sendup of terrible EGA text-adventure games (and later pretentious interactive fiction concept games): Cavern of the Evil Wizard. Love the terrible emo song at the end.

The great thing about this game is it's a game of guess the verb until you die at least once...and then, it's still a game of guess-the-verb.

(If you're wondering why I won't bloody stop posting on LJ, it's because the maintenance dudes have been coming in every morning to fix stuff, and it's totally thrown my daily routine / sleep schedule out of whack.)
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Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 06:17 pm saddam hussein had the smallest penis in the world
Current Mood: stirred
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the smaller prototype 'Baby Babylon', militarypictures.info

1988. The end of the Iran-Iraq War. Before Gulf War I, before Kuwait, before 9/11 and Operation Iraqi Freedom, when Saddam Hussein was nothing more than an obscure Middle Eastern dictator with a stockpile of biological weapons and a grudge against Kurds. Saddam calls Canadian artillery engineer Gerald Bull into his office.

"Mr. Bull," says Saddam. "I understand you are doing research on how to cannon people into space. You are probably in need of funding."

"Cut to the chase, Mr. Hussein," says Bull. They are old partners, due to Bull's previous work on the GC-45 howitzer and the Scud; Saddam's flair for the dramatic neither impresses nor intimidates him. "What do you really want?"

The dictator swivels around in his chair, watching smoke rise from the cigar in his hands. His signature black beret droops over his long, prematurely wrinkled forehead, but he makes no effort to adjust it. "I want you," he says, "to build me a gun."

"A gun, sir."

"Not just any gun. A very, very big gun."

"The biggest."

"The biggest gun EVER BUILT."

"Really."

"And you will call it..." Saddam leans close, and speaks in a reverent whisper. "METAL GEAR PROJECT BABYLON."

"You're insane!" exclaims Bull.

"So are you, my friend. So are you."

They shake.

Two years later, shortly before the gun is completed, Bull is murdered outside his Brussels apartment under mysterious circumstances.

After the first Gulf War ends, the U.N. locates and destroys the half-completed gun.

Sound like a half-baked Tom Clancy thriller?

It is.

But it also actually happened in real life.

Truth is more awesome than fiction.
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hiromi
Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 05:28 pm nasa bombs moon, finds water
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Holy tanstaafl, Heinlein!

U.S. moon base, here we come!
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megadance
Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 05:04 pm okay, fess up
It occurred that an awful lot of people I don't recognize (or whose real identies I have forgotten) have friended me on lj. I'm looking at you,

[info]clay_allison,
[info]dessine_mouton (I am aware your journal is parody, and that you added lots of people randomly),
[info]dumbkid2112,
[info]jujuadam88 (randomly generated? spam?),
[info]nameusedsorry,
and [info]wolvenstichiz.

If you are one of these people, please introduce yourself. Don't be shy!
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dd2guy
Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 06:12 pm a profound critique of capitalism in the vein of herbert marcuse
Current Music: Das Racist & Wallpaper. - Combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell (Wallpaper. RMX)
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...no, not really, I'm just fucking with you.

Incidentally, there is no official music video for this song, but this one should be it. 1990s Pizza Hut and Taco Bell commercials, other YouTube users, and TMNT! Culture jam. I'm reminded a lot of the Evolution Control Committee's Breakfast series.

(edit) omg they have a sequel it is called chicken and meat. I was skeptical when critics said "Combination Pizza Hut And Taco Bell" was a scathing, mocking critique of hip-hop consumerism cleverly disguised as mindless repetitive bullshit, but this new song leaves little doubt that these guys do know what they're talking about. And oh, hey, it's the F train.
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megadance
Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 05:13 am the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
Current Music: Paul and Storm - Live
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cavestory
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 05:36 pm jesus the christ has a posse
From their ideology, you'd think Christian anarchists were a bunch of delusionally idealistic, paranoid, hypocritical, theocratic, close-minded, solipsist crackpot zealots who oppose the state to the point of moral neglect.
From their ideology, you'd think Christian libertarians were a bunch of principled, devout, well-read, concilatory philosopher-kings who understand the realities of human nature and attempt, perhaps misguidedly, to reconcile it with the necessity of the state in a rational way.
Somehow, each side of the theocratic small-government camp has ended up with the other side's followers.

(For the record, I am neither.)

In a perfect world, Christian libertarians would behave like Christian anarchists, and Christian anarchism would have little reason to exist.
Alas, both philosophies are predicated on the existence of an imperfect world.

There's no questioning, however, that Christian anarchists have more impressive iconography.



This is the logo of Jesus Radicals, a site devoted to "challenging the church's involvement in the idols of miltiarism, capitalism, and the state." Yes. Your eyes do not deceive you. That is indeed the anarchist raised fist with a hole through the wrist.



Jesus in the style of Che Guevara, subverting the historical roots of anarchism and socialism with popular iconography of the Passion. From The Jesus Manifesto, which is far too sane and open-minded (and astonishingly free of kookery) to be a real radical leftist site. Their title banner is pretty clever, too.



Image from The Jesus Manifesto's current front page article Letters From A Common Sense Atheist series, which contains--unabridged--an exchange of letters between site owner Mark Van Steenwyk and Common Sense Atheism's Luke Muehlhauser. The letters are posted on both sites, and the debate is astonishingly respectful and insightful, with each participant intelligent, well-read, and well-informed about the other's side--none of the dewy-eyed naivete of undergrads discovering their side's viewpoints for the first time, or the typical befuddlement as to why anyone would think differently. A refreshing change from the usual exchange of insults, personal attacks, and canned arguments that dominate 99.98% of all Internet debate. And it's weirdly appropriate that their names are Mark and Luke.

Not only am I amazed that Steenwyk and Muehlhauser present each others' letters so candidly on each other's sites, I'm impressed by Steenwyk's humility in choosing this pastiche of the Sistine Chapel ceiling to represent their dialogue. It's a little insulting to his own point of view but it dramatically frames the context of their conversation. The digital wristwatch on the atheist's wrist is a nice touch.



An increasingly popular Christian anarchist symbol, which repurposes the Spanish Revolution circled A to be an alpha and an omega. (This and other Christian anarchist icons at Squidoo.)



...okay, even I agree that this one makes no sense.
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dd2guy
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 02:09 am meme from [info]theotherbaldwin (because apparently I'm like 15 again)
I hate these memes, but this one seems to be genuinely useful in Getting To Know People Better, so.

Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."

• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions


Here is what [info]theotherbaldwin asked me:

1) Where is your favorite non-home place in the city to chillax?
2) Out of all the dudes & dudettes in the Double Dragon series, why THAT GUY as a usericon?
3) Do you have anything like a favorite dish or sandwich or something that serves as "comfort food"?
4) Favorite puzzle game?
5) How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

And here are my answers:

1) The Bowery Poetry Club. Cheap sandwiches, coffee, vegan smoothies, and free poetry 'zines out front; a bar and a coffeehouse-ish performance space out back. Books everyone from popular avant-garde filmmakers to homeless beat poets to high school bands. It reminds me of the Cat and the Cream, Oberlin's on-campus coffeehouse and performance space, but my emotional attachment to the BPC runs deeper than that. I'm not really sure why, but it feels like home.
2) I have a coat, shirt, and pair of jeans that look exactly like my icon, and I used to wear them around campus. I even used to have the same haircut. The likeness is similar enough that some non-gamers told me they thought it was a portrait. Also, though the dude is apparently really well trained--he's one of the very few enemies in the game with two different attacks, and he can duck punches and jump out of a helicopter--it never does him any good, because he's always placed on the edge of a rooftop or on the ladder of a fire escape or under a spiked ceiling, where one well-timed hit will knock him out. His perpetually shitty luck endears him to me. He's like the one ninja from action movies of that era who gets a five-second nunchaku kata just so it will seem more awesome when the hero kicks him into a grain thresher. Additionally, he has a cool four-frame walk cycle, and I like walking.

Incidentally, there was this one time in college when I was playing DD2 and [info]jqsilver's girlfriend saw me beating the shit out of my icon in Stage 2. Her exact words: "I don't know if I can take this. This is too surreal."
3) Meatball heroes! The real stuff, drenched in marinara, no cheese, on a toasted baguette--not the limp soggy phallus they serve you at Subway. There were no meatball heroes in Taiwan. The very concept was foreign. And they existed in Ohio, but they weren't half as good. When I finally made it back to the eastern seaboard in 2007 and had my first New York meatball hero in ten years, it felt like I had reached the end of a long, painful journey.
4) Tough call. Probably Tetris Blast. Only puzzle game to keep my interest past level 300--and the music and battle mode characters were fantastic.
5) Stroke a cat.
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 11:50 pm the only way to win is--actually, not playing makes you lose too
Yet another round of video games that stimulate the intellect!

September 12. Perhaps unintentionally, this is not only a commentary on the War on Terror but on genre conventions of video games themselves--that uncomfortable moral neutrality generated by a medium that simplifies warfare to, "There is a dot/polygon/sprite. Click on it to remove it from the game."

A possible inspiration for this game: this grisly 2004 Iraq War video, shot from the gun camera of an Apache attack helicopter, of two armed Iraqi insurgents being intercepted by heavy machine gun fire. Not for the faint of heart, this clip is a rare unsanitized, unadulterated glimpse of the brutality of war--even when no civilians are involved--from a first person perspective. It's interesting that developer Gonzalo Frasca took this kind of thing and made a really heavy-handedly pacifist game, whereas Infinity Ward saw similar footage and made the AC130 Spectre night missions in Call of Duty 4. (To Infinity Ward's credit, there's a traumatically numb element to those CoD4 missions, too--but I fear that it went over most gamers' heads, as by that point in the game you're all pumped up on adrenaline in "woo killin' stuff" mode.)

More subtle, but by the same author: Madrid. This one almost made me cry.

Ian Bogost, associate professor at the Georgia Institute of Technology, has written an interesting review of I Can End Deportation, a controversial game about immigration policy that I didn't really care for, that touches on the idea of "rhetoric of failure"--a concept first explored by University of Notre Dame associate English professor Ewa Ziarek in a 1996 book on Kafka, reappropriated to refer to the message of a game that can't be won. The rhetoric of failure is such a powerful way to illustrate an impossible system to people accustomed to the conventions of more traditional video games (clear achievable objectives, meaningful player decisions, suspension of moral disbelief, and so on), that Bogost argues it is already becoming overused. Interesting.
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 07:01 pm beggars can't be choosers: on "cafeteria christianity"
From a facebook comment discussion thread with Jamie. Feel free to disagree in the comments--I welcome constructive theological debate. (Key word being constructive; the Second Hundred Years' War wasn't. Aside from the United States being founded in the crossfire, that is.)

Read more... )
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dd2guy
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 03:01 pm progress!
What I do when I'm not looking for work, doing chores, wasting time on Newgrounds, or watering my crops in Country Story.

cut, in case my formatting and your css don't get along )

If I finish enough of these, I get to use my Limit Break!
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dd2guy
Nov. 8th, 2009 @ 04:12 pm who are you exactly?
Point of clarification, honorable friendslist! Please allow me this moment of narcissism, so that I may spare you some eye-rolling if it comes up in future conversation.

I am:

  • A software developer by vocation. Sometimes reluctantly.
  • A writer by calling. Quite serious about it. This is no mere hobby.
  • An aspiring game developer, who for a host of reasons just can't seem to put a game together on his own. But not for lack of trying.
  • A would-be neophyte playwright, if I knew anything about theater outside of doing theater. (More on this later.)
  • A geek. Yeah, you finally have me admitting it. I've had an adversarial relationship with that lifestyle ever since college, and it took me Otakon to figure it out, but for all its ugliness geek culture has always been where I feel most at home, and that is unlikely to change. (The literally thousands of video games I've played, many of which are generally known only to collectors, speak for themselves.) That said, some subsets of geekdom, while friendly, depress the living shit out of me, and whenever I find myself in those circles I just want to get the fuck out of there. Even if I like the same anime or video games or tabletop RPGs.
  • A Christian. A devout left-wing Christian. No, that is not an oxymoron--and the irony belongs to the Christian Right. Jesus pushed over tables, people. Tables where people were selling shit in His name. He healed a blind dude who disrupted His sermon, who His followers rebuked and tried to drag away. In His own words, He said it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God. He was a good guy--the best--but neither a polite nor excessively respectful one. He didn't die for your right to make money and live well, nor to shun outsiders out of respect for His institutions. In fact, I recall He warned you explicitly against doing those things. But these days, Jesus would be labelled a liberal, a socialist, a religious extremist, a cultist, a race traitor, a threat to the American way of life, and--for his claim that he would destroy the Temple and rebuild it in three days--maybe even a terrorist. Which is more or less exactly what happened, two thousand years ago...


I am not:

  • An engineer by lifestyle. Don't get me wrong, I love video games, the Internet, new technology, whatever...but I think I'd go crazy living like the guy at the beginning of Fight Club, drifting through my entire life in an endless cycle of unfulfilling work and mindless materialism. Where buying a new iPhone is a lifetime achievement, and going to IKEA is a pilgrimage, and Grey's Anatomy on your TiVo with a couple slices from that new gourmet vegan pizza place on your lap when you come home from work is the closest you'll ever come to real human experience. Yuck. I've had a taste of that life and as comfortable as it was, I never want to go back.
  • A poet. I can write poetry, some of it passably good, but I don't have any particular talent for it. You want me to write a poem for you, I will, but I can't guarantee it'll be fantastic.
  • An actor. I'm a better performer than most of my friends who have never seen me live are aware--I've been told I am a forceful speaker onstage, and I don't experience stage fright the way some people do--but I don't crave the spotlight, and I am certainly not a born entertainer. I'm just not enough of an attention whore to love doing stuff like that. I genuinely find it much more satisfying to stand backstage and watch other people bring something I made to life than to stand up there and do it myself. (Also, I can't improvise worth shit.)
  • A musician. I mean, I enjoy and write about an eclectic range of music, and I play the guitar for fun, but come on guys. Writing and programming are giving me carpal tunnel fast enough as it is. :]
  • A theater person, in general. Oh, don't get me wrong, I want to be. I love theater; I've read and seen a lot of plays, and trained in playwriting at Oberlin, and written quite a few. I've been making lots of theater acquaintances (and even a few close friends) since high school, so a lot of them at least know who I am. But I'm just not on the same social wavelength as actors and directors and stage managers and yes, even other playwrights. I'm introverted, I'm not extraordinarily attractive or charismatic, I deliberately refuse my carefully allotted share of attention, I'm not good with big groups of people, I don't know the words to every Broadway song in existence, and so on. Sometimes they make gestures to welcome me in and we talk enthusiastically about Ibsen and method acting and Law and Order for a while, but personality-wise this reverse magnetism eventually kicks in and there's a frustrating, ephemeral sense that we're just not the same kind of people. It's taken me a long time to realize that, as much as I like them and as much as I like what they do, it is highly unlikely that they will ever accept me as anything more than a friendly outsider. Something I'll have to learn to work with, I guess.


In short:

I am a programmer, but not a yuppie.
I am a writer, but not a bohemian.
I am friends with both yuppies and bohemians.
You have no idea how many times I've had to explain this to people.
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dd2guy
Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 12:40 am incoming end of stream
Current Music: http://www.mspaintadventures.com/?s=6&p=002736
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8048 WORDS

That pound of flesh has become, like, a wart.

On the downside, endgame doubts are making a desperate, last-ditch effort to harry my progress. One of them is that my first publication candidate is a work of crazy, surreal, over-technical experimental white-room short fiction. Like the first serious work of every dark horse with something to prove.

But. As the story was born out of a raging clusterfuck of recent personal experience, I would like to think that my nearly-finished manuscript is significantly more than a bag of tricks emptied over a blank canvas (as amazing as the results of that approach can be). Let's see if editors at the publications I'm submitting to feel the same way.
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megadance
Nov. 6th, 2009 @ 12:54 pm world leaders unite!
Current Mood: lmao
Current Music: Gloria Balsam - Fluffy
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I have seen this four consecutive times and it never stops being awesome.

"Your necromancer has been attacked by a Putin!"
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megadance
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 11:13 pm the father of motherless brooklyn
Current Music: Machinae Supremacy - Hero [ReMaster]
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I saw Jonathan Lethem at a reading at the Greenlight Bookstore today! In the flesh! He looks like [info]ece_drihten and talks like me. The lady at Greenlight who was hosting the reading called him "one of the rising stars of a burgeoning Brooklyn Renaissance." That was startling to me--it had never really occurred to me that my favorite contemporary novelists are part of a Movement, with their own colored tab in the high school lit textbooks of tomorrow--but I can't say I really disagree with that assessment, and if there is a new Brooklyn Renaissance then Lethem is definitely a key figure. He seems to take the flattery in stride. Despite the fire code violating throng of fans crowded together in the bookstore to see him there was no aura of greatness or eccentric, Hemingwayesque charisma to him--he really does feel like some guy down the block who just happens to be exceptionally good at what he does.

He's doing this thing where he's reading his entire new novel, Chronic City, aloud, over the course of eight readings throughout the city, and this was number five. Apparently reading parts of his manuscript aloud to his friends was an invaluable editing tool, and he's confident enough in the way the finished product rolls off the tongue that he's eager to perform it in public.

You know how there's one douchebag at every reading ever who asks, "Could you tell me a little bit about your process?" Guess who that douchebag was tonight. Yep. What can I say--all that computer science training has given me a keen interest in methodology. It fascinates me how other people turn ideas, experiences, and flights of fancy into art, especially since it's something I obsessively tinker with myself. Lethem says he can't bring himself to work for more than two or three hours a day, and usually cranks out two or three paragraphs, at most two or three pages, in one session. He manages to stay on deadline by forcing himself to write every single day, though he admits his daily progress is nothing to be proud of. (Lethem's a slow writer--he started Chronic City in 2004, and the hardcover has just hit shelves.) Given my periodic frustration with my own creative process I find his answer to be incredibly validating.

I had more to say about process--I had half an entry written up about it today before I even knew I was going to be at the Lethem reading tonight (thanks for the heads up, [info]drabheathen!), but my energy levels keep crashing tonight so it'll have to wait.

Fellow writers, poets, and musicians among you living in New York! How would you feel about starting some kind of bimonthly performance workshop? Nothing as time-consuming or groupthink-prone as the Iowa system you creative writing majors are familiar with, with its critiques and exercises and sheafs of printouts. Just a small group of people in a living room literally reading at each other. Commentary optional--the point would be for you, the writer, to see things in your work you would only notice if you read them in public (and also to give you an incentive to write prose that reads just as nicely aloud as it does off the page). Also, idea-bouncing, with none of the nitpicking over technical details that tends to occur in an environment of mandatory critique.
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Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 03:22 pm you can do it!


Been looking for this video for ages. Finally found it. Don't remember who first showed it to me (it was one of maybe three possible people, a long time ago) but she thought it was surreal and morbidly funny. I guess you can't blame her; she grew up in the land of "Stand tough! Everyone's got to walk their own path!" and not "Ganbatte! We believe in you! We're all counting on you!"

Stylistically and thematically, it reminds me a lot of short stories I wrote between classes in high school. Had I been closer friends with Kevin and Jason Yang, the Bilingual Department's amateur horror movie brothers, perhaps we would have made something just like this.
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Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 11:25 am meddling in the affairs of slashers (fanfiction fanfiction)
Current Music: Allison Crowe - Hallelujah (http://music.allisoncrowe.com/track/hallelujah)
Earlier this year, out of good-natured annoyance at the growing pretentiousness of Internet slash fandom, especially RPS, I wrote a satirical work of erotic fanfiction about erotic fanfiction writers. It has been sitting on my hard drive for about half a year now, and so far no one has read it but me.

Me 1: Oh dear goodness, don't you dare show this to anyone. You love fangirls. If you ever publish this anywhere on the Internet, even LiveJournal, this will ensure that you will never have sex with one. Ever.
Me 2: And this would be different from my current situation how?
Me 1: Point taken.

Warning: Not even remotely safe for work.

special thanks to my friends on ontd_ai and ontd_startrek for inspiration )
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