Something That Happened.

I have a fair idea about what Charles is talking about (though I still don't know what "tokenizing" is), but that's not why I stopped reading his article. The following phrase caught my attention so I ended up copying and pasting it into Google:

"Zend Avesta" "english translation"

I wanted to see what the translation would reveal. I have no idea what Zend Avesta means, though the term Zend sounds vaguely familiar to me (and I think it has to do with software). It sometimes bothers me when I don't know what something means and I feel like I should. I still don't entirely know what it means: I simply glanced at the search results. Perhaps I should be more concerned with not knowing the meaning of "tokenizing", since it's clearly a scripting term, as I've often found it within the context of articles regarding computer programming. (For those of you not following that last sentence: scripting = programming, more or less.) If I'm serious about learning how to program/script, I should know all about tokenization by now.

Anyway, after that quick detour I returned to Charles' blog and read the rest of his story. I even used his copy 'n' paste code to link back to his article. (See the link above.) Now I await his response. This is how blogging works sometimes: Call and Response. Like making music, except it's nothing like that. Anyway, there's not always a response. In fact, in my case there's rarely ever a response, but that's okay because I never know how to respond to a response anyway.

Side note: Day before last I hinted that I was somewhat inspired by Nick Sagan's story, and I was, but now I'm inspired by Ron McLarty's The Memory of Running. Oh, wow, what a voice this man has. What a story and what a voice. This one has me laughing and (nearly) crying all the way through, and I want to share it with my dad. I think he'll really enjoy it. I want him to hear the audio version, but I don't know if he can put up with listening to a story for long. He has to listen to Mr. McLarty tell the story (which, by the way, is Mr. McLarty's own). He's hilarious -- what terrific characterizations! So real. His own creations, of course, which probably explains why they're so good. Reading the book simply won't be as pleasurable. So if I can recommend one audio book this year, I'd say get this one, it's that good. If only I could tell a story like this one, and in the way this fellow tells it...

Technorati Tags: something that happened, Charles Iliya Krempeaux, tokenizing, scripting, Zend Avesta, Ron McLarty, The Memory of Running

Labels: audio books, books, commentary, distractions, Ron McLarty, scripting, storytelling

Since the dawning of the millennium, the technology of writing has changed very little in the offline world, the various tools (read: pens and pencils) changing only in brand, perhaps, and the materials on which we write (read: paper) changing only minutely in the elements of its composition. In terms of the Internet, however, there are constant, ever-changing technological "advances", and the craft of writing -- in particular, the blogcraft -- has become a cat-and-mouse chase of getting accustomed to the latest technological changes as newer improvements are constantly being introduced.

Take Blogger, for example, the blogging tool I've been using for years to post to something that happened. Blogger began as a relatively simple application -- and still is, in comparison to many of the other tools available for publishing to blogs -- yet as it has developed over the years, with more and more features being introduced to the service, many bloggers have desired to go "back to the basics". That is, many bloggers prefer to use even simpler applications to post to their blogs.

Thing is, Blogger is about as simple as it gets (when it comes to posting to a blog using a web app). Yet because of the very nature of the tool (because it is a web app, that is), Blogger depends upon the reliability of your Internet connection, and if you're attempting to use the application from a public WiFi access point, where your wireless 'Net access may come and go depending upon how many of your fellow caffeine addicts are sharing the connection, you may find yourself wishing for a more simple solution.

Enter Google Docs, a set of writing applications I am using for the first time today. The applications are web apps, similar to Blogger (and owned by the same company, Google), but they seem -- at least, upon first glance -- more intended for the task of writing, rather than blogging. That is, they seem -- and perhaps this is wishful thinking, on my part -- more simply able to handle the task of rightly writing. (I realize that last phrase probably doesn't make much sense, at least in a legitimate classic use of the English language, but it does makes sense when you consider that the word processing feature we now use in Google Docs was once known as a service called Writely. That is, before it was acquired by Google. Alright? Right...onword, then!) The Google Docs word processing application I'm using to type this sentence seems, for example, more equipped at handling the task of simply writing your thoughts out and having them automatically saved as you plunge forward with your writing of that Great American Novel (or Blog).

Still, there's the 'Net reliability thing again. Since Google Docs are web apps, they count on your Internet connection, and perhaps just as much as Blogger does. (Maybe more so, even -- I don't know yet.) So only time will tell whether my use of Google Docs proves simpler to use than Blogger. If a flaky WiFi connection disrupts the saving of the documents I compose using the service, then I may have to resume the cat-and-mouse chase sooner than I'm hoping. Yet if it turns out that the service works well, continuing to perform more reliably (and in a simpler manner) than Blogger, than perhaps I'll be able to rest with my cheese for awhile.

Technorati Tags: Harold, Google Docs, blogging, writing, technology

Labels: Blogger, blogging, commentary, Google Docs, observations, technology, web services, writing

Money. "Money money money mo-ney...money!!!" Aargh, it's the root. Of all evil. Nothing new to tell you there. But sometimes you feel it more than at other times. I mean, really feel it. Like when you're behind on your rent. Well, I suppose it doesn't feel like the root of all evil when the rent's due, but it sure doesn't feel nice. It feels mean. (Though my landlords are nice, they fix my locks, so it's not like they're mean or anything, they simply seem to forget to perform some maintenance from time to time, and they don't screen prospective tenants very well...but I digress.)



Lemme start over. Money feels like it's the root of all evil when you want to visit your mom but can't because you don't have enough money to pay the rent, let alone the transportation and meal expenses for the day spent with The Woman Who Gave Birth To You. But that's bullshit, you realize, when you think of the money you spent on that expensive computer part last month. Was your mom in your thoughts when you PayPal'ed that money to that eBay seller, dude? Evil is when your mind is consumed with guilt, shame, sadness, and pain due to your lack of a clams, your inability to horde the coinage.

Technorati Tags: something that happened

Labels: commentary, good and evil, mom, money, observations

One thing about working from a public WiFi hotspot: You never know what (performance) you're going to get. I signed up for AT&T's WiFi service at a local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf location yesterday and let me tell you, between the time it's takes for me to finally connect and the moment I really get going -- you know, checking my email, firing up my Instant Messenger apps, surfing the web & stuff -- by the time I'm able to get past AT&T's login screens and on to the real Internet, I'm ready for a second cup of coffee and a cigarette. (And I'm not a smoker, so that should tell you something.)



Hopefully I haven't lost you yet; I'm posting about this particular geekery today because it is what is foremost on my mind at the moment (besides my inability to be generally satisfied with life, the universe, and everything -- but that's another matter and we'll reserve it for a future post). The problem, if you haven't figured it out yet, is with AT&T's WiFi service is the login screen -- the entire login process, really. Truth be told, I use a rather old PowerBook, and my web surfing takes a bit more time using this machine than your typical recent laptop or MacBook. But still -- the length of time it takes to get through an AT&T WiFi connection is ridiculous. It shouldn't take 30 minutes to get logged in and on to a real website! In comparison, it only took 3 minutes to boot and log into an IM client, open my Gmail and open up a website using my mobile phone's Internet service! Yet truly, that's how long it took -- 30 minutes or so -- using AT&T WiFi this morning.



This isn't my typical experience with public WiFi. Using T-Mobile's WiFi at Starbuck's, it usually takes me no longer than 20 minutes to get up and running. (I jest; it usually takes about 5 to 10 minutes -- but a great deal of that time is spent booting up my old PowerBook, a 3-boot/step process I will spare you the details of.) T-Mobile's login process feels like a Porsche in comparison to the 1972 Volkswagen Beetle of AT&T's login screens. It seems that T-Mobile simply has a lighter interface; perhaps it's using a great deal less AJAX-inspired communication between its servers than AT&T. (Okay, if I haven't lost you yet, now I've really lost you.) It is my (Not So) Humble Opinion that AT&T WiFi would serve its customers well by putting its login screen(s) on a diet, leaning up the size of its data transmissions (or something). That way I can get to the information I want, as quickly as possible, without having to check my watch my daily dose of video podcasts using my phone.

Labels: AT and T, Coffee Bean, commentary, connectivity, hotspots, Internet TV, observations, Starbucks, T-Mobile, wifi

No, that's not me - that's Chris Pirillo, delivering a sweet message to his wife and partner, Ponzi. Caught this video on his website - if you enjoyed Chris, maybe you'll catch him broadcasting live at live.pirillo.com.

Labels: activism, Chris Pirillo, commentary, Ponzi, Unitas, webcam video, women, YouTube

There's this place I've been visiting off and on these past several years, the Un-Urban Coffeehouse in West L.A. (on Pico & Urban). I stopped in yesterday, and like many afternoons, found the place quiet, the atomosphere lending itself to anyone wishing to read or write or work in peace. I purchased a double latte and two muffins -- I don't usually purchase much else besides a straight cup of coffee when I visit my local Starbucks, but I like to go for the gusto when I'm visiting the independent houses -- and asked the barista how business was. Her reply: "Not so great -- at least, not in the daytime." She went on to tell me the space's rent had just gone up several hundred dollars, a sharp increase for this small business. (She also noted that some of the neighboring businesses had recently shut down, probably due to the either the elevating rent and/or lack of interest. For example, a once-popular record store across the street had just closed.)



I've been thinking for some time now that the UnUrban would be a great place to begin a coworking arrangement of some sort. The place is cozy, dressed like a funky home. You know: Mismatched furniture, colorful walls, bookcases, chinese lamps, rotating ceiling lamps, table lamps of various sizes and shapes, a small stage with an old piano and speakers mounted on the ceiling...There's even a few rows of movie or playhouse seats, perfect for screenings or presentations.



And, of course, good coffee and treats, and free wireless Internet access.



I believe the owner would be willing to make some type of arrangement to allow us to cowork here. This is simply a guess, of course, but I know they've already got some type of arrangement with other groups. For example, they have a 12-Step group come in early every mornings, 7 days of the week. The book bands and art openings on the weekends. So the afternoons: Since business is slow after noon (until the evenings, when they have a long-running Open Mic every night), perhaps we could arrange something for the midday coworking sessions. I believe this place would be a great place to work, or collaborate: Yesterday I was looking for a nice, peaceful, un-Starbuck-like place to settle in the afernoon, and I found just what I was looking for in UnUrban's "living room" environment. There's both dark and light areas in the space, so you can even take a nap or relax in quiet in one room while others hang in the daylight of the other room, where there's lots of open air. I'm not saying it's always quiet -- certainly, the evenings pick up -- but it's usually a calm location during the day, perfectly suitable for getting some work done.



Unfortunately, I fear this place won't be around too much longer if the owner doesn't generate some type of extra income. With some of us looking for a space to hang (and work), the Un-Urban could be just the place for a perfect partnership. So I invite you to open your favorite search engine to dig up a few articles about the place - or better yet, to swing by the coffeehouse sometime, have a cup of Joe or latte, and simply check out the environment. That way you'll get a better feel for the place. The Un-Urban Coffee is just
down the street from (and east of) Santa Monica College, north of Ocean Park, across the street from a Trader Joe's market. The address is 3301 Pico Blvd., Santa Monica (though some may consider it West L.A.), CA, 90045. Phone number: (310) 315-0056



Here's one article about the Un-Urban, just to prove I'm not making this stuff up:



http://www.thelamusicscene.com/clubs/unurban/index.php3

Labels: art, coffeehouses, commentary, coworking, Los Angeles, observations, UnUrban, West L.A., work, worrying, writing

Been posting commentary a bit more often here lately, rather than narratives; hope you don't mind. Here's an item I should probably be mentioning on my blog and video podcast Video Harold, but I want folks to see the video I've got posted there before I begin resuming my text posts.



NewTeeVee reports the addition of Vlip to the personal webcam community offerings already out there. My question is, why did the new Internet video sharing service, Vlip, select a name so close to one of their established competitors, Blip? Is it because they hope to be confused with Blip, a very well-constructed website/service?



Name aside, I'm going to be optimistic about the service, which I've now registered for and am later going to be delving into. It's always exciting for me to learn about the launch of a new web video service. Okay, maybe not always; perhaps this whole online video craze is already getting old for some of us living on the cutting edge. When I say us, though, I don't really mean me. I'm not bored with online video yet, and perhaps never will be; there's alot of good stuff out there, mixed in with the bad, and I'm interested in seeing how video migrates to mobile devices.



I'm rambling. Let's get back to Vlip. So I'm not sure how the service works yet, and I don't have the time to check it out tonight, but if you can find my member site over on Vlip.com -- if I have one, that is -- then make sure to vlip me off, vuckers!

Labels: Blip, commentary, Flash video, Internet video, NewTeeVee, Vlip, web services, websites

With emerging services like AutoTwit, it's almost like you're not even personally responsible for being a twit anymore, since the service takes over for you. I'm not going to explain any further; I'm already uncertain about Evan & Co.'s motives behind the naming of their service.*



(I'm still sore about something to do with Odeo that I really needn't/shouldn't be holding a grudge about. My feelings were simply hurt in an email exchange with Evan, but looking back today, I recognize that it's really not necessary for me to have been affected by the correspondence in such a way.)

Labels: commentary, fuckers, insults, intimacy, observations, services, technology, Twitter, websites

One thing you gather when you spend more than half a week in jail is a renewed sense of perspective.

(Quick aside: I just Googled around for a good prison adage to apply here, but I wasn't able to find one relevant enough to insert in my post without it seeming forced. In fact, at the time of this posting, a search for "prison adage" returns only about 29 results. I find it somewhat remarkable that only 29 web documents contain the phrase...Perhaps more prisoners need to blog?)

Obviously, incarceration is not intended to be a fun experience; prisoners are, after all, being confined in order to punish them or, at the very least, curtail their unlawful behavior. But fun is a relative concept; what's floats one fellow's boat may instead choke another bloke's goat.

A nuclear blast: flood of light, scorched eyes, scritch-scratch on vinyl, a shout in the chaos, it's the jailer's commands, Everybody Up, scritch-scratch, scritch (Oh, the mattresses), people are moving (I think I'll just sleep in), a jostled leg, an inmate's voice It's breakfast, getupman followed by the jailer I said ev-err-ee-bah-dee up!!! Scritch-scratch-zlit, Line up single file, anyone's still on a mattress noh-bah-dee gets breakfast...

I'm in the top bunk, for a few seconds I look down unclear about my circumstance, the concrete below seems perilously distant. Noh-bah-dee gets breakfast. Nobody wants to be the one who screws it up for everyone else. Not here, not in Dangerland. I take an unsteady leap (Where are my shoes?), I stumble into the line (Am I cutting in front of someone?), my head is caving in, too much rum, I'm collapsing in dizziness and nausea, suspicious of my stomach. Urine on the floor soaks through my socks. (Where are my damn shoes?)

Later I find, some of the inmates seem to think this is all some kind of fun, an amusing diversion, a Festival of Humiliating Delights. A "vacation", one fellow described it. Others seemed (acted?) proud of their incarceration, the time they'd end up serving in Twin Towers. It's hard to tell who's real, who's bullshitting. Facing real time, what else you gonna do? Cry about it? Probably too dangerous for that in here. Act tough. Be tough. Or suffer, more than you can imagine. What's not to like about life in Hell? I want to cry but I'm too afraid.

Labels: commentary, incarceration, incident, observations, perspective, prison adage, something that happened, story, true stories, vacationing

If these words appear online (and in the proper format), then I may have just found the simplest way I've ever encountered of updating this blog. I'm using a software application called MarsEdit, which I've never before used.



"What's a blog?" you ask? If you're reading this sometime in the year 2006, then I can tell you -- with nearly absolute certainty -- that a blog is this thing you're currently reading. As I compose this message in the early days of November in 2006, I know that you're not reading these words out of a paperback book you're holding in your hands. You're sitting in front of some type of monitor connected either to your desktop computer or your laptop computer (or perhaps even your mobile phone), so I know (as well as you) that you're reading some type of website. (It's the format of this type of website that makes it a blog, differentiating it from other types of websites.)



However, if it's beyond 2006, I can't make any claims of knowing how these words are reaching you. If it's the year 2010, for example, it's just possible you're not even reading these words. Perhaps some type of artificial intelligence is reading these words aloud to you. Perhaps a gathering of hundreds is watching this text as it is displayed on a hillside monitor somewhere in the Gobi desert. Perhaps it's the year 3000, and a Harold Android toy is preaching this text to your home-schooled child. (Okay, I may be reaching a bit, there...)



Anyway, that's your lesson for today. There will be more words, more audio, and more video in the days to follow. In the years to follow? One can only imagine.

Labels: blogging, commentary, MarsEdit, software

Labels: Clinton, commentary, grandma, observations, Radio Shack, vacationing, video, videoblog, Whidbey Island

Labels: Clinton, commentary, grandma, observations, vacationing, video, videoblog, Whidbey Island

It is needless for anyone to be harmed due to the betrayal I'm about to perform here, the one mentioned in the current heading (currently located above), and repeated here for posterity:

I will not be jumping off any buildings, though I've (jestingly) mentioned the consideration to my girlfriend so often that it's become not only inappropriate but (perhaps) psychologically damaging. I've simply had enough of this experiment, or at least this aspect of the project, for the time being. Perhaps tomorrow I'll change my mind. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be writing a novel, right here. Perhaps I'll be posting new audio recordings -- my "Joe Frank thing". Perhaps I'll be posting more mundane video, my shabby avante-gardism -- watch out, Orson Wells! (Or was it Welles? I always forget.)

Then again, perhaps you'll never hear from me again. Not here, anyway. I've some other projects in mind: The tools have been purchased, the parts have been collected. I've simply got to begin building. Something That Happened is a story that will continue -- somewhere, if not here -- but before I report any more of the tale here or somewhere or anywhere, I've got to build, elsewhere.

Those of you who have participated: Thank you. I wish I had more to give you -- better parting words, a promise of some sort, a consolation prize. Some cookies and milk. A handjob; a tongue performing the proper maneuverings. I do have this, however, which should make it easier for you to say goodbye: I never really liked you. There, doesn't that make it easier for you to kiss this project goodbye? Doesn't that make it easier for you to unsubscribe? Honestly, though, I may have been lying again, right when I said that mean thing there. I mean, it's likely that I really wish you'd stay tuned and/or subscribed -- at least until you're sure I won't be back around.

So then, a few more comments, a few more posts, some secrets revealed before I walk away for good. (Please don't read anything heavy into that statement; I'm simply referring to walking away from this project -- and it's likely it will only be a temporary absence, at that.) Rather than meander too much in one post, I'll stop here, and continue in my next post.

Labels: commentary, project updates, suicide

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Labels: breakfast, commentary, cost of living, dilemma, observations, video, videoblog

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Labels: art, artistry, commentary, exercise, health, observations, routine, video, videoblog, work

Do you know how to subscribe to (automatically download) a podcast? It's easy to subscribe to a podcast feed if you're using Apple's iTunes software; but if you're not, it might confuse the hell out of you. So here's a short tutorial for you, written for normal people (rather than geeks), so that you'll be able to subscribe to my podcast and any others you enjoy listening to:

1. First, get yourself a podcatcher. A podcatcher is software you use to subscribe to podcasts. Podcatchers are commonly referred to as podcast recievers, podcatcher applications, podcatcher clients, or iPodders (though the term iPodder may soon be out of fashion, and is already out of favor with many).
   
   Podcatchers are usually free; simply open up your favorite search engine (such as Google) and run a search for 'podcatchers' or 'podcast software' or something similar and you'll soon find a list of podcatcher applications. I'm using Juice, a free podcast receiver which works on Windows, Mac, and Linux computers.


2. Find the feed you need to subscribe to. All podcasts (if they're truly podcasts) have a podcast feed that you use to subscribe to the podcast. My feed, for example, is currently located at the following address (yet don't click on the feed address or you may get lost):
   
   http://somethingthathappened.com/podcast.xml
   
   As you can see, the feed address looks just like a website address. That's because it is, basically - but rather than serving up my website, this address serves up my podcast feed. You don't need to worry about these technicalities, however (though they may be helpful to know). You simply need to find the feed (or the feed address, also known as the feed URL) for the podcast you wish to subscribe to.
   
   There are a variety of ways of locating a podcast feed. Most podcasts have a link to their feed displayed prominently somewhere on their website; sometimes this is a an image that you click on to access the feed. I'm currently using both an image and a standard link to point to my podcast feed; you'll find both in the left sidebar of this website. If you can't find the feed on a podcaster's website, you might find it by using a search engine by searching
   
   To subscribe simply means

Recalling a year or two ago, when I first began encountering the term RSS,



I've spent too much time on this post and I'm too exhausted to complete it

Labels: blogging, commentary, feeds, RSS, tutorials

What Chris doesn't realize is that there's another player involved in this: me. I can now publicly announce that I, Harold "H.J." Johnson, am currently making a bid for that once-thriving Internet service provider, America Online. Once I've made the purchase, I plan to bring down Earthlink, once and for all. That's it. That's my entire plan, to bring down Earthlink, because Earthlink is currently screwing me, and I'll tell you how: they're charging me monthly for dialup Internet service that I'm not using, that I've never used - and they refuse to allow me to cancel my account without charging me for 12 months of service.



"Please hold while we connect you to the next available representative..."



I have now been on a phonecall with Earthlink for over two hours, and I have yet to speak with a representative about my issue. I have been transferred from one department to another, at least ten times, maybe more, in the following order:

From


1. the Wireless Support line listed on Earthlink's Wireless homepage at (888) 304-2773

to


2. Wifi Sales at (888) 303-3843

to


3. Handheld Devices and Laptop Cards at (888) 304-2773

back to


4. Wifi Sales at (888) 303-3843

to


5. Earthlink's Main line (apparently) at (888) 327-8454

to


6. ??? at ??? (Perhaps I'm in the Twilight Zone at this point; the representative told me I could reach the Zone again by dialing [800] 890-5128)

to


7. Wireless Tech Support/Home Networking Dept. at (800) 895-0620

to


8. Wi-Fi Sales (again) at (888) 304-2773

to


9. W--Okay, you get the picture. I'm being jerked around. From here, I'll be transferred a few more times, until I finally reach the limits of my exasperation, ending the call with a less-than-courteous representative...

It began a few months ago, when I made an impulse purchase for a laptop I couldn't afford. I was enticed by an offer made possible by a partnership between Earthlink and a smaller computer maker, Microtel. The offer? A $400 laptop, subsidized by a one-year agreement to purchase Earthlink dialup Internet. At the time I noticed the offer, I was at a weak point in my life; I'd been "financially challenged" for some time, and desirous of a laptop I could take out of the house to do my work. I envisioned productive days at the local coffee shop, typing away at my laptop's keyboard, working on my resume and inspired by the caffeinated atmosphere. Perhaps I'd make some valuable contacts Outside, since I certainly wasn't making much progress At Home. Too many distractions...So I jumped on the offer, ponying up $400 and agreeing to a one-year contract with Earthlink.



Next day, I awoke, soberly realizing I couldn't possible afford this purchase. I called Microtel: "Buyer's Remorse?" the customer service agent inquired, to which - somewhat abashedly - I agreed. The agent swiftly cancelled my order and reversed the $400 charge made to my bank card.



I then immediately called Earthlink and requested a cancellation: "Certainly," the agent responded, "But it'll cost you..." Apparently I would be charged a hefty penalty for this particular Change of Heart, even though it took place within 24 hours. After a bit of protest, I retired the call and decided to save the argument for another day.



That day came, The Day of Protest, and after being given The Runaround for well over two hours, I finally threw in the towel and decided - once again - to continue the conversation on another day. It's been months since then, and I'm once again ready to pick up the argument. You see, I've been paying Earthlink every month since early Summer for an account I've never used, and I believe Earthlink should have allowed me to cancel my account without penalty - especially since I had requested to do so within 24 hours of my purchase. Contract or not, it seems to me that Earthlink's business practices are a bit shady, and I aim to correct them.



Help me if you can. Send me your ideas, Skype me (haroldjohnson) your encouragement or criticism, Google Talk (harold.johnson@gmail.com) me your advice - and I'll post it here (if you'd like). What can I do to reverse my (mis)fortune? How can I fix this situation? I'll appreciate any assistance you can offer, provided it's within legal boundaries. (Even if it's not, I'm sure it'll be entertaining to hear your feedback on this!)

Technorati Tags: something that happened, Earthlink, customer service, complaints, commentary, true stories

Labels: commentary, complaints, customer service, Earthlink, fuckers, observations, perspective, true stories

There's nothing to see here, folks. Move along...

Labels: commentary, copyright, downtempo, incident, music, observations, radio, royalties, something that happened, Tempo of the Down, VoyagerRadio

I have something to add to the podcast I made earlier today [3MB MP3]. Though I usually prefer to enjoy cinema in a theater, today I was poignantly reminded of one of the benefits of the DVD: the Special Features so often found on the media. On a whim, I popped a DVD I had recently rented, The Notebook, into the player, and decided I'd check out the Special Features for a few minutes while eating my lunch.

I found myself, a half hour later, even more emotionally moved by the Deleted Scenes than I had been while watching the full presentation a few days ago. I'm so glad to have been able to watch these scenes that I would have surely missed had I seen the film in a theater. So the arguments I made earlier are still up in the air, though perhaps I can resolve them by concluding that both ways of watching movies are equally beneficial

As for Ourmedia.org, I have yet to find myself moved so entirely by a work I've seen presented there. However, I have faith that it will happen, and soon. I'll let you know when it does. In fact, here is a mockumentary I thought was extremely funny; it's called Deep Inside: Uterus Jones.

Labels: audio, Blockbuster Online, commentary, John Holowach, movies, Netflix, Ourmedia

(This was once an audio post, but the service that hosted the audio went out of business. You may try the link, but it probably won't go anywhere:

http://www.audblog.com/media/2100/90552.mp3

It's possible I archived this audio post elsewhere, but it's going to take some time for me to locate it...)

Labels: bureaucracy, commentary, department of social services, incident, Medi-Cal, mental health, mom, observations, panic attacks, something that happened, welfare office

(CONTINUING FROM PREVIOUS AUDIO POST)



On the way to the check-cashing place...wait a minute, did I already tell this story before? The one about the panic attack on the bus? The one where I found myself lying on a car seat in an auto dealership, surrounded by paramedics? I have a feeling I already told this one before, but since I haven't been able to locate the entry, I'm not certain. I'd hate to bore you with a re-telling. Of course, my perspective of the event is bound to be different now, so you may still find it interesting...

Labels: bureaucracy, commentary, department of social services, incident, Medi-Cal, mental health, mom, observations, panic attacks, something that happened, welfare office

(This was once an audio post, but the service that hosted the audio went out of business. You may try the link, but it probably won't go anywhere:

http://www.audblog.com/media/2100/89879.mp3

It's possible I archived this audio post elsewhere, but it's going to take some time for me to locate it! Sorry for the delay...)

Labels: bureaucracy, commentary, department of social services, incident, Medi-Cal, mental health, mom, observations, panic attacks, something that happened, welfare office

I've lived in Los Angeles all of my thirtysomething years, and until now, I haven't known the name of the tallest building in my own city. Does that seem strange? Probably to you New Yorkers or denizens of the Windy City. Maybe I'm remarkable, or maybe folks in L.A. simply don't care about their skyscrapers as much. This Angeleno, for one, doesn't view our skyscrapers as symbolic of our city, or at least, not as absolutely symbolic. Like our eastern and midwestern counterparts, most of our tallest buildings are also located downtown; yet with Los Angeles being so incredibly widespread, this doesn't qualify them as suitable representatives of our great city.

Unlike New York, there is no center in Los Angeles, and the downtown area is simply one of many business centers people work in. Citizen L.A. is spread out from downtown through the Wilshire Corridor and Miracle Mile all the way to the ocean and north to the valley, east to Pasadena, south to the southbay and a multitude of locations in-between. What we refer to as L.A. is not just the City of Los Angeles; it is Los Angeles County. Downtown is just another reststop in the landscape of L.A., unlike New York, whose downtown is the city.

Perhaps another tall one would put us in the really big time, but L.A. doesn't need another skyscraper -- we've got alot of gorgeous short architecture throughout the county.

Inspired by: Proposed designs for New York's World Trade Center

Labels: architecture, commentary, downtown L.A., Los Angeles, observations, skyscrapers