To the guy who came into my job today and asked about me, I apologize for insinuating that you might be a creepy stalker. Just kidding! The very cool and very talented Isreal — who is responsible for the fantastic blog The Cargo Culte — visited me at work today and we got to shoot the shit for a few minutes. He’s created some very lovely print editions of his blog, bound and packaged with a CD of great music. I was very impressed. It served as a reminder that I should do more to expand the horizons of my little empire. Gosh, if everyone was as cool as Isreal I would never freak out when a stranger approaches me to talk about my website! Don’t get any ideas you creeps…the lot of you scare the shit out of me.
In other me-related news, my sister was just released from the hospital. She was diagnosed with a concussion after she…knocked herself out…with her car door. I swear to God, I’ve been telling her for months that she should start her own blog because the amazing shit that happens to her far outshines any of the awkward/embarrassing things that I experience in my day-to-day life. Just about a month ago she fell off a bar stool and broke her tailbone. She needed to sit/sleep on her side for weeks because she wasn’t allowed to put any sort of strain on the area. I can’t begin to describe how much more fascinating her life is than mine. I mean, she knocked herself unconscious with a car door! She gave herself a concussion! That’s so fucking insane I’m having trouble processing it. I shouldn’t. It’s so totally my sister. It should be news I simply shrug off and chuckle at, but she keeps finding new ways to impress me.
Some article-blog thing is reporting that Discover Magazine ran an article linking schizophrenia to a virus rooted in its victims’ DNA. Then there’s something about DMT, but I couldn’t be bothered to read that far into the article. I instantly starting thinking about my own experiences with schizophrenia. I don’t have the illness, but in some of my darker days I thought I might have it. There were nights I couldn’t sleep where I wondered if my own subconsciousness was a voice that I was not supposed to be hearing. I possessed none of the social or occupational dysfunction commonly associated with schizophrenia, but I wasn’t concerned with anything other than the fact that my inner monologue was freaking the shit out of me. Had I maybe taken the time to smoke some DMT, who knows what would have happened. An opportunity to give myself temporary (or not, if I’d lost my mind as a result) schizophrenia might have helped me through those baffling nights without sleep. [story]
Tomorrow is an exciting day for two reasons. First, an asteroid will pass within 154,100 miles of Earth (nearly 60% of the distance between our planet and the moon). It will occur at 5:51am. But wait — almost twelve hours later, another asteroid will pass by us at a distance of 47,875 miles! It’s only 23-feet across, but that’s a pretty close distance for an asteroid. I think. I don’t know anything about asteroids. According to NASA, though, there’s about a one-in-fifty chance the 23-foot asteroid will hit us. That seems like pretty good odds. Again, I don’t know what kind of impact that would have — what kind of damage that would do. Not much, maybe? Armageddon? Who the fuck knows!? People smarter than I. That’s who. [story]
But I said tomorrow is an exciting day for two reasons. The second reason, is that I’m going to spend the day preparing my entry for a very important contest. If you haven’t already heard, the love of my life Gail Simmons is going to be hosting a new TV show starting next week. It’s called Top Chef: Just Desserts. In preparation for the series premiere, Bravo TV is running a “food porn contest.” The prize is $5,000. There are two ways to enter the contest. One can either become a “fan” of the Top Chef: Just Desserts page on Facebook and upload a photo of your “entry” (a photo of a dessert that you personally prepared) OR email the entry photograph to a Bravo! e-mail address. The judging will occur on or about November 23rd, when a panel will review the six entrants with the highest number of “like” votes on Facebook and choose a potential grand prize winner based on quality of photo and creativity of dessert. The winner, again, gets $5,000. So tomorrow, with a professional photographer, I will be capturing my contest entry on film. And it’s going to be fucking amazing. Just you wait. It’s probably a good sign that the only person on Facebook whose name matches the contact information provided on the contest website shares a mutual friend with me. Amanda Shapin, I don’t know who you are, but you are going to absolutely fall in love with my dessert. Be prepared. Gail Simmons, you be prepared too…be prepared to file those divorce papers and leave your husband for me! [story]
The Chameleons (UK) – Tomorrow Never Knows
September 8th, 2010
it occured to me this afternoon that it might be cool to do a local combo event at some point…wed hardly step on each others toes as far as aesthetic and tunes, it’s pretty much in line.
then we could put together a double cd concept…kind of like the blog nerd version of the split 7″