anagramofbrat: (whee!!)
Today is terrible and has been relentlessly so since about an hour after my last post, which is about when we started listening to the Boston PD scanner. Yeah, neither [livejournal.com profile] cell23 nor I got much sleep last night listening to everything go down. :/ I'm also amazed I managed to get through my workday. Scary ass shit going down, y'all. So glad the kids are out here.

But enough of that. I offer a break for everyone in the form of video evidence that my cats are giant fuzzy assholes.



Lily: aw crap SHE'S RIGHT THERE you're gonna get in so much trouble
Ash: [gives zero fucks]
Both: FREEDOM! GRASS! NOM NOM NOM!
Me: [sighs, shakes head, stops recording, and goes to get them while grumbling under breath]

They are both currently pawing at the back door and glaring up at me accusingly, like I committed some kind of mortal sin by shutting it. Cats, y'all. Also wanted: suggestions on how to jackass-proof the door so we can get some fresh air in the kitchen this summer. :P

In other small bits of good news, it is lovely and warm out, if also windy and a little muggy from the morning's drizzle...
anagramofbrat: (new york)
The timing certainly isn't the best, and completely apropos of nothing, tonight I find myself poking google for material on another urban disaster in Boston, separated from the events of yesterday by both intent, location and 97 years. The selection is sparing and surprising - so far I've only turned up two books about the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, one of which is considered the definitive work on the subject, the other, bizarrely enough, is a children's book.

I can't really do proto-research on this without also poking another disaster that occurred just three months before the Molasses flood, but in New York. Not all that far from where I grew up is a street named Empire Boulevard. No, it does not exactly warrant or live up to such a lofty moniker, but considering the street's old name (Malbone Street) and its association the horrifying subway accident that happened just beneath its western end, one could excuse the overreaching upgrade in terms of its name.

Funny how things become linked in my head. Being the extreme subway nerd that I am and the location, it's kind of a no brainer that the Malbone Street Wreck became sort of my pet disaster. It became linked to the Molasses Flood because the first time I brought cell23 down to Brooklyn to meet Dad & Co., we'd taken a walk through Prospect Park and for some reason ended up at the intersection of Ocean Ave, Empire and Flatbush Ave, where the Franklin Ave Shuttle tracks enter the Prospect Park station. So of course, I had to nerd out about exactly why all the trains entering and exiting the station were only using one of the two tracks. After I'd gotten that out of my system and we'd walked back into the park to head home, cell23 saw my pet disaster and raised it with his own: a 15 foot wave of molasses.

I don't know, it's one of those moments in a relationship that you remember at a random moment, shake your head and smile.

*sigh* maybe the timing isn't all that random honestly. Yesterday's bombing of the Marathon is punching me in some unexpected places, with also unexpected degrees of hardness. I am heartsick for my adopted state and its capital right now. I am horrified at the latest casualty counts, and at the deaths reported. I am saddened for the people who train so hard to run these races only to have their triumph tainted by something so senseless. I wince at the crackpots that came marching out of the woodwork ready to point fingers based on nothing and the people who have been and will be victimized because some people are racist shits. And I'm not going to lie, the coverage and the experiences of my friends trying to contact friends and family in Boston in the hours immediately following the bombing massively twigged me in my 9/11s. But I'm also heartened by some things in the aftermath, and honestly most of the response from my hometown in particular has very nearly brought me to tears a time or two in the past 24hrs, and I'll admit to losing it a little when [livejournal.com profile] cell23 retweeted the message of support for the Red Sox from the fucking Yankees. They're even gonna play "Sweet Caroline" during tonights game. Y'all. Y'all, what the fuck. I can't even with that, thinking about it makes me choke up again.

It's so easy to be cynical when something like this happens, to bark at the Internet that you've given up on humanity, drop the mic, and exit stage left. This morning Patton Oswalt wrote far more eloquently than I ever could about why that's an abysmal attitude to have. Long ago the late great Mr. Rogers addressed how to deal with seeing scary things on the news: "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping." Wise, that man was, or perhaps more accurately, his mother was. But yeah, the immediate aftermath of a terrible event is no time to be cynical; rather it's a time to help, or at least be kind. The time for cynicism will come later. And boy howdy, will it ever come. But not yet.


Before I sign off, I did want to note what happened last night: [livejournal.com profile] inle_rah is moving, and on Sunday? morning I got a message on Facebook asking if I wanted to take the clothes she was getting rid of for various reasons, seeing as a good chunk of it was about my current size. Not realizing what I was setting in motion, I said sure. I fucking love it when friends give away clothing because it saves me the trouble of getting off my ass and going shopping for myself, a much loathed activity.

I was expecting a few items, not three giant garbage bags crowding out all available space in [livejournal.com profile] extrajoker's trunk. O_O We started unpacking and sorting it all in my living room and it quickly became clear that there was more there than I could possibly deal with (and 90% of it was cute!) so I put a cattle call out to the Squire ladies to come help themselves. Less than 20 minutes later my living room contained six (later seven) giggling women in various states of undress trying on and shrieking delightedly over various items and how they all looked. We stayed there and played dress-up for a couple of hours, terrifying cats, husbands and the section of Squire facing our living room window with the cackling, squeeing and giggling. In the end, 5 out of 7 of us, myself included, left with a pile of things and a spontaneous evening well enjoyed. It was a nice distraction at least from earlier events, which I think all present needed. And I have new, cute clothes that actually fit, including some work appropriate stuff, some hang around the house stuff, and my first ever pair of Tripp pants, which I've coveted lustily for, gods, almost two decades? and never had the nerve to buy. Cannot wait to bring the 1997 goth realness, maybe to Burlesque? (Meanwhile my husband is HORRIFIED by them, teehee.)

And now back to my stories and beads...
anagramofbrat: (anxious tenna)
Roll Call: Texas folk. I realize a lot of y'all are about as far away from Dallas-Fort Worth as I am (it's a big state) but please check in anyway and lemme know you and yours are safe.
anagramofbrat: (lol internet)
I didn't bother blacking out either of my sites - I get so little traffic to either that it would be about as useful as an OccupyPainfullyLiberalCollegeTown protest around here. But I am watching the internet today with a fair amount of interest.

One thing that's caught my attention is a surprising amount of backlash against Wikipedia. Seriously, go check out the #wtfwikipedia tag. Lots of kids bitching about not being able to get their homework done, and as a friend of mine pointed out, the closer the deadline, the more capital letters and vitriol used.

This amuses me for many reasons. a) you DO have other resources other than wikipedia for research. Pick up a book, maybe. Support your local library. Do an actual google search. It's not the end of the world. b) This SOPA/PIPA issue is waaaaaaay more important than your individual term paper, and if either go through you may lose Wikipedia for more than just today. WHAT WILL YOU DO THEN?! c) Wikipedia is still up in all languages other than English. So if you're not a "THIS IS AMERICA - SPEAK ENGLISH AND ONLY ENGLISH OR GTFO" sort of asshole and have the ability, either through learning at home or through language education, to read in another language, you can still get your shit done.

Sigh. People are dumb, y'all.

Anyway. Call your congresspeople (wikipedia has a little form where you punch in your zip code and it gives you a list), or if you're lazy and don't like the phone, sign the Google petition. Meanwhile I may have to cope with the lack of reddit today by actually getting something productive done. Horror of horrors.
anagramofbrat: (hawt)
It is Martin Luther King Jr's birthday today.

I keep meaning to read "Letters from a Birmingham Jail" since I don't really want to be one of thse people that can quote the Dream speech in its entirity (though honestly, I like his last one about seeing the promised land from the mountaintop much better) but don't know much else about the man. And I feel he deserves to be known in a greater way other than a few familiar warm-fuzzy soundbites, groundbreaking though they were at the time, and excuses for chicken joints (and apparently schools?) to have specials. Yes, this happens. The ads are out there. I'll let you google them.

The thing that gets me at this point in my life was that MLK was a human being, not much older than I am right now, who helped fundamentally change the world. Saying he did it singlehandedly discredits all the rest of the people who participated in the civil rights movement, but he seems to make a... friendlier? figurehead than his other contemporaries that got themselves shot for their trouble in the sixties, so I do understand why he gets the holiday. Plus the man gave some excellent, resonant speeches that we all need to review and take to heart if we're going to rescue this world from the shambles its in.

So yeah, I'm taking a moment to acknowledge the man, his oft-quoted Dream, and reflect on the huge debt I owe him and the other freedom fighters of his time. Goodness knows I wouldn't be sitting here in this spot and in this moment, having my life and typing this tribute without them.
anagramofbrat: (covered in bees)
A sort of belated Happy Hannukah and a not at all late wish for a blessed Solstice to all who celebrate either/both! Somewhat annoyed that I'm spending my Longest Night on the road instead of with my sweetie, but honestly way I've been lately there'd be more sleeping than celebrating going on. Sorry, baby, I'll make it up when I get back. :D

I had noble intentions of slogging my way through a half or 3/4 day at the store today and from there leaping on the B43 to catch the megabus at the mall. I came to my senses sometime last night, especially since due to a total spoon crash it was a wash, productivity and pre-trip preparation-wise. So I'm staying home, making sure I have everything I need for my almost a week away, and took the opportunity to grab some extra sleep, as I'm pretty sure one of the more stressful bits of the upcoming week is gonna be my entire family freaking out about how thin I've gotten and me frantically handwaving away their expected concerns about my health. Least Dad and Faye have seen me reasonably recently so they'll be fine about it; the rest of them... erm. That is not going to be fun. I don't need to look exhausted on top of gaunt, so extra sleep is something of a bonus. I also plan to spend much of the bus trip unconscious as well.

I've been following the news out of North Korea rather avidly the past couple days. That place is so messed up and with the death of Kim Jong-il, it's only going to get more so. I've made plenty of snark on Twitter about it, but I really do find the whole thing fascinating*; the cults of personality that surrounded the Eternal President, the Dear Leader and no doubt will be fashioned around the Great Successor** as well, the entire propaganda mill of the country charged with covering up any negative press anyone gives this country. I've seen quite a few documentaries about what it's like over there and I can't even wrap my brain around any of it. I find the footage of all the people weeping and pounding the ground and having the vapors surreal. How much is that is genuine? (Probably most of it, seeing as North Koreans are indoctrinated into this Kim Il-sung/Jong-Il as God the Father and his only begotten son idea from the time they can walk if not before.) How much of that is "oh shit, if I don't cry enough they will shoot me?" And Kim Jong-Un? A bit terrified by the fact that he's six years younger than I am and still looks like a sullen teenager in the official photos.*** This is gonna be an... interesting transfer of power.

Also damn, 2011 has been a bad year on the Wacky Dictator With Interesting Fashion Sense and Hot Henchwomen front.


...unrelated, but I don't entirely hate the new LJ comment interface. Titles weren't really necessary anyway and tended to fuck up the google threading of comments in gmail anyway so I'm not gonna miss them. Not sure what the latest storm of brouhaha, tantrum and "THATS IT I'M SWITCHING TO GEICO DREAMWIDTH" is all about other than LJ people liking their biannual dose of complain and flounce.



* I came to my fascination with North Korea by way of my obsession with skyscrapers - from 1989 until recently a huge looming trangular and fantastically ugly structure that would have been the the world's tallest hotel, squatted, unfinished, over the Pyongyang skyline. The government was so embarrassed by it that no one was allowed to get near it, it was photoshopped out of all official pictures of the city, and if you asked any North Korean about the GIANT FUCKING CONCRETE PYRAMID RIGHT OVER THERE they would deny knowing what you were talking about. Yeah. About two or three years ago an egyptian cell phone company restarted construction on the Ryugong Hotel, wrapping all the ugly concrete in glass so while it's still kinda terrifying in a blinding sort of way, it's at least less of an eyesore, and apparently there are still plans to make it into some kind of hotel and office space.

** next three MacOSes anyone?

*** Also kinda imagining a creepy Baron Harkonnen/Feyd Rautha dynamic between him and his now dead father; I think it's mostly Herbert's description of Feyd as full faced and constantly pouting that does it. But imagining Kim Jong-Il muttering "LOVELY JONG-UN" under his breath while making evil mastermind hands... I'm gonna stop now.
anagramofbrat: (Default)
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human nature would have to change fundamentally in order for that to happen. I agree with Butler's theory that the conflict between being intelligent and hierarchical is a lot of the problem. Add "selfish" and, well yeah.

Also somewhat disinclined to mark Lennon's birthday after the whole "Woman is the Nigger of the World" kerfuffle that went down after last week's slutwalk.
anagramofbrat: (om nom nom)
My sister sent me an entire can of pepparkakor.

WELLP IT'S BEEN NICE BEING SKINNY NOM NOM NOM

ETA: Also this.

anagramofbrat: (new york)
Bit heavy on the posts today, but that's just following the trend of busy day = more posting.

I was sad to hear this morning that Peter Falk had died today. I remember Columbo; my mom watched it. Even so, I was a little young for it at the time, so I don't remember too much of it other than the episode here and there that I caught on Nick at Nite or something as a teen or an adult. No, Peter Falk to me will always be the Grandfather who comes in, makes lame jokes, pinches my cheek even though I hate it, and reads me a certain story because I'm sick. (Just not the kissing parts.) Yeah, this one didn't hit me in the gut until [livejournal.com profile] cell23 asked in the car "but who is gonna read the story again tomorrow now?"

I know how some of you feel about The Princess Bride. Yeah, it's overquoted and its fans do tend to think it's the greatest thing since sliced bread to the point of annoyance, I get that. But that movie was a big part of my childhood. From like age 9 until 13 I quite literally watched the copy we had in the house once a week, sometimes twice and certainly every day I stayed home sick from school, and I still know every line and camera angle. So tonight I ask for y'all to stuff the haterade cause for a bit, Peter Falk was the grandfather I never got to have growing up, having missed both Mom and Dad's fathers by years.

Anyway. RIP, Grandpa. You will be missed.

* * * * *

In other news... I was gonna write this whole big long thing about how marriage equality passed in New York this evening, how psyched I am that it is now legal in both states I call home to marry the one you love regardless of what combination of dangly bits you have, why this issue is so important to me and the impact it's had in my life (lets just say if it had been legal in either NY or MA ten years ago I think my life would have been VERY different right now), but then this picture from Newsweek's tumblr got posted to Twitter and I completely lost my shit.



Yep. All of this, and it's a picture of a fucking skyscraper that leaves me sobbing. Pictures being worth a thousand words and all, I think this picture covers just about everything I could possibly express about this, and far more eloquently, so I'm just going to leave it here, and go terrify [livejournal.com profile] cell23 by needing a hug now.

potpourri

Mar. 17th, 2011 09:16 am
anagramofbrat: (responsible adult)
Yay it's the green holiday!

There's a part of me that only recognizes holidays by their colors, so today I'm all GREEN and next major one I'll be all YELLOW PINK AQUA AND LAVENDER. Actually that's the only part of Easter I dislike... the attack of the pastel. I'm more of a jewel tones and black sort of person.

But I digress. Happy St. Pats to all my Irish, be ye actually Irish or just in it for the fun/green beer. What the hell, my green turtleneck is clean, I'll throw it on. Maybe with the Green Lantern shirt over it for good measure. :)

Not much to report on today other than the news out of Japan is making me all kinds of D: D: D: (Thankfully everyone I know personally's all right and accounted for.) Also I woke up with this song stuck in my head.



Possibly nsfw due to footage from Silence of the Lambs. Usually a harbinger of an interesting day. Hopefully not in the "Chinese" curse sense, considering my plans today includes MOTHERFUCKING ADULT things like pre-kids weekend cleaning and work, with some 4th season Buffy for seasoning.

Hatch my eggs, I want more new ones.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

And that's all folks. My life really hasn't been terribly interesting of late, lol.

potpourri

Mar. 17th, 2011 09:16 am
anagramofbrat: (responsible adult)
Yay it's the green holiday!

There's a part of me that only recognizes holidays by their colors, so today I'm all GREEN and next major one I'll be all YELLOW PINK AQUA AND LAVENDER. Actually that's the only part of Easter I dislike... the attack of the pastel. I'm more of a jewel tones and black sort of person.

But I digress. Happy St. Pats to all my Irish, be ye actually Irish or just in it for the fun/green beer. What the hell, my green turtleneck is clean, I'll throw it on. Maybe with the Green Lantern shirt over it for good measure. :)

Not much to report on today other than the news out of Japan is making me all kinds of D: D: D: (Thankfully everyone I know personally's all right and accounted for.) Also I woke up with this song stuck in my head.



Possibly nsfw due to footage from Silence of the Lambs. Usually a harbinger of an interesting day. Hopefully not in the "Chinese" curse sense, considering my plans today includes MOTHERFUCKING ADULT things like pre-kids weekend cleaning and work, with some 4th season Buffy for seasoning.

Hatch my eggs, I want more new ones.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! ~~ Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!

And that's all folks. My life really hasn't been terribly interesting of late, lol.
anagramofbrat: (brat)
Something I ran across elsewhere on LJ alerted me to the fact that space officially lost its cool factor a quarter century ago today.

I very clearly remember Challenger, it was actually the first national disaster of sorts that I was reasonably sentient for. Enough to be affected by it, anyway. I was seven, in second grade, all excited because we all had been reading those Scholastic kids' newsletters about Christa McAuliffe (holy shit, I still remember her name) being the First Teacher In Space! and like most kids, thought her class was the luckiest in America. (Yeah, no.) Dad was also all excited about it because one of the crew was Ronald McNair, who happened to be a member of Omega Psi Phi and in the fashion of all black fraternities and their brothers, this was a Very Big Deal. I mean, regardless it was still a Big Deal, McNair being only the second African American in space ever with his previous Challenger mission in 1984.

Me being seven and still hazy on racial politics/dynamics (attending an international school where being American of any stripe/color was the minority you got teased about tended to blunt that a bit) my focus was on the teacher. One of the random little details mentioned in the newsletter profile was that she always carried a stuffed frog for luck, for some reason this is the one thing that still sticks in my head, even though I've seen it mentioned nowhere else since. Little things about a person tend to get lost when they perish in a space accident.

Thankfully I wasn't one of the kids instantly traumatized by watching the launch live. But I do remember my teacher being called out of the classroom by our principal for a few minutes during Reading Time, then coming back to tearfully announce that there had been an accident and all seven of Challenger's crew were dead. I remember one of my friends at the time started crying hysterically at that point and I hugged her until she stopped, but I don't remember crying myself. Just sort of went through the rest of my day kinda of O_o and not really believing it until I got home and saw the disintegration footage on the news. Even so, I still thought that it kinda looked like a big bit of orange cotton candy and it was hard to realize that I had just in essence watched seven people die. I had the same problem a decade and a half later with 9/11 footage, something that didn't get fully brought home until a conversation I had with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 at Ground Zero a couple years ago. It's not so much you yourself seeing someone die on national TV - the fucked up part is everyone seeing it.

I always had this crazy fantasy that the stuffed frog somehow survived and went on to have adventures of its own, either at sea or in space. Mostly piratical ones. Occasionally I get it conflated with Cartman's Clyde Frog on South Park, either as the same frog or as some sort of slashy gay frog crossover romance. Yeah, my brain is weird like that.

Anyway, that's my tl;dr "where were you" moment. To Ellison Onizuka, Gregory Jarvis, Judith Resnik, Michael J. Smith, Dick Scobee, Ronald McNair and Christa McAuliffe, you are missed, and you are remembered.
anagramofbrat: (brat)
Something I ran across elsewhere on LJ alerted me to the fact that space officially lost its cool factor a quarter century ago today.

I very clearly remember Challenger, it was actually the first national disaster of sorts that I was reasonably sentient for. Enough to be affected by it, anyway. I was seven, in second grade, all excited because we all had been reading those Scholastic kids' newsletters about Christa McAuliffe (holy shit, I still remember her name) being the First Teacher In Space! and like most kids, thought her class was the luckiest in America. (Yeah, no.) Dad was also all excited about it because one of the crew was Ronald McNair, who happened to be a member of Omega Psi Phi and in the fashion of all black fraternities and their brothers, this was a Very Big Deal. I mean, regardless it was still a Big Deal, McNair being only the second African American in space ever with his previous Challenger mission in 1984.

Me being seven and still hazy on racial politics/dynamics (attending an international school where being American of any stripe/color was the minority you got teased about tended to blunt that a bit) my focus was on the teacher. One of the random little details mentioned in the newsletter profile was that she always carried a stuffed frog for luck, for some reason this is the one thing that still sticks in my head, even though I've seen it mentioned nowhere else since. Little things about a person tend to get lost when they perish in a space accident.

Thankfully I wasn't one of the kids instantly traumatized by watching the launch live. But I do remember my teacher being called out of the classroom by our principal for a few minutes during Reading Time, then coming back to tearfully announce that there had been an accident and all seven of Challenger's crew were dead. I remember one of my friends at the time started crying hysterically at that point and I hugged her until she stopped, but I don't remember crying myself. Just sort of went through the rest of my day kinda of O_o and not really believing it until I got home and saw the disintegration footage on the news. Even so, I still thought that it kinda looked like a big bit of orange cotton candy and it was hard to realize that I had just in essence watched seven people die. I had the same problem a decade and a half later with 9/11 footage, something that didn't get fully brought home until a conversation I had with [livejournal.com profile] cell23 at Ground Zero a couple years ago. It's not so much you yourself seeing someone die on national TV - the fucked up part is everyone seeing it.

I always had this crazy fantasy that the stuffed frog somehow survived and went on to have adventures of its own, either at sea or in space. Mostly piratical ones. Occasionally I get it conflated with Cartman's Clyde Frog on South Park, either as the same frog or as some sort of slashy gay frog crossover romance. Yeah, my brain is weird like that.

Anyway, that's my tl;dr "where were you" moment. To Ellison Onizuka, Gregory Jarvis, Judith Resnik, Michael J. Smith, Dick Scobee, Ronald McNair and Christa McAuliffe, you are missed, and you are remembered.

Whoa.

Oct. 25th, 2010 10:43 am
anagramofbrat: (sing)
So this morning, doing my usual half-assed skim through headlines on Google News method of "staying informed" I ran across the following headline and story:

Sony retires the cassette Walkman after 30 years

Much like everyone else, I'm sure, my first thought was of course "What? they were still making those??" I mean, I can't remember when the last time I even saw a cassette tape was, not counting the fake ones you use to plug stuff into your car stereo. And that's coming from someone that was still painstakingly crafting mix tapes for people up until... okay, wow, it's been longer than I thought. Still.

Course that was only my knee jerk reaction. The true response to this was more of a nostalgic feeling of "end of an era!" though that's not quite accurate either, seeing as portable music has only gotten more compact and efficient since the debut of the Walkman. But I very clearly remember the days of when my beat up Sony Sport Walkman was my primary method of music consumption - there was an entire pocket of my backpack devoted to tapes, both purchased and made, batteries, and, because I was THAT SRS BZNS about my music, head cleaner. (You kids probably think "head cleaner" is a euphemism for something. It is. Rubbing alcohol in a Visine container.) But yeah, I remember that yellow monstrosity with the badly designed tuner and volume dials that cracked off in the first week of being slammed around between my books and subway poles every day, but nevertheless I used that thing for nigh unto a decade; i just shoved my finger into the wheel well really hard to adjust the volume. (The radio tuner was a lost cause - thankfully I'd already more or less tuned it to Z100 when it broke, but after a couple years it drifted into the staticky no mans land between 99.9 and 100.3.) Even long after Discmans came out I kept up with the tape version... mostly because the first ones didn't have buffering, which rendered them useless on a bumpy subway. I eventually did pick up an actually usable portable CD player at some point in college, though. I laugh now, as I clearly remember lugging my 200 CD Case Logic on the bus and everywhere with me during those days. That thing was NOT light. It's funny because a decade later I have this tiny ass thing that doesn't weigh anything that not only contains more music than that case logic could ever dream of holding, but lets me connect to the internet and play games on it, WHAT THE HELL LIVING IN THE FUTURE.

But yeah. I'm a little awed by the fact that I am old enough to remember when the whole concept of carrying around albums in your pocket (or more accurately, clipped to your belt) was revolutionary instead of commonplace, and this announcement just kinda drives that home, how much technology has changed just in my lifetime. It's kind of a trip being part of the generation that saw the world gradually switch from analog to digital methods of broadcasting, recording and storing information. Just one of those moments where you pause, marvel, and wonder exactly what the little whippersnappers coming up now will witness in their lifetimes, since they have no concept of what "be kind, rewind" actually means, or why exactly that was so important.

And now I really really really want to make a mix tape for someone. *laugh* I know I know, I'd probably have to trawl ebay for the kind of tapes I used to like using (110 minute high performance) and it's not like anyone has anything capable of playing that ish anymore, but I don't know, making CDs doesn't quite cut it, and playlists? come on. *sigh* maybe it's a sign that I need to fire up the Thursday 13 again, eh? Among the 17,000 other projects I ought to be doing...

Whoa.

Oct. 25th, 2010 10:43 am
anagramofbrat: (sing)
So this morning, doing my usual half-assed skim through headlines on Google News method of "staying informed" I ran across the following headline and story:

Sony retires the cassette Walkman after 30 years

Much like everyone else, I'm sure, my first thought was of course "What? they were still making those??" I mean, I can't remember when the last time I even saw a cassette tape was, not counting the fake ones you use to plug stuff into your car stereo. And that's coming from someone that was still painstakingly crafting mix tapes for people up until... okay, wow, it's been longer than I thought. Still.

Course that was only my knee jerk reaction. The true response to this was more of a nostalgic feeling of "end of an era!" though that's not quite accurate either, seeing as portable music has only gotten more compact and efficient since the debut of the Walkman. But I very clearly remember the days of when my beat up Sony Sport Walkman was my primary method of music consumption - there was an entire pocket of my backpack devoted to tapes, both purchased and made, batteries, and, because I was THAT SRS BZNS about my music, head cleaner. (You kids probably think "head cleaner" is a euphemism for something. It is. Rubbing alcohol in a Visine container.) But yeah, I remember that yellow monstrosity with the badly designed tuner and volume dials that cracked off in the first week of being slammed around between my books and subway poles every day, but nevertheless I used that thing for nigh unto a decade; i just shoved my finger into the wheel well really hard to adjust the volume. (The radio tuner was a lost cause - thankfully I'd already more or less tuned it to Z100 when it broke, but after a couple years it drifted into the staticky no mans land between 99.9 and 100.3.) Even long after Discmans came out I kept up with the tape version... mostly because the first ones didn't have buffering, which rendered them useless on a bumpy subway. I eventually did pick up an actually usable portable CD player at some point in college, though. I laugh now, as I clearly remember lugging my 200 CD Case Logic on the bus and everywhere with me during those days. That thing was NOT light. It's funny because a decade later I have this tiny ass thing that doesn't weigh anything that not only contains more music than that case logic could ever dream of holding, but lets me connect to the internet and play games on it, WHAT THE HELL LIVING IN THE FUTURE.

But yeah. I'm a little awed by the fact that I am old enough to remember when the whole concept of carrying around albums in your pocket (or more accurately, clipped to your belt) was revolutionary instead of commonplace, and this announcement just kinda drives that home, how much technology has changed just in my lifetime. It's kind of a trip being part of the generation that saw the world gradually switch from analog to digital methods of broadcasting, recording and storing information. Just one of those moments where you pause, marvel, and wonder exactly what the little whippersnappers coming up now will witness in their lifetimes, since they have no concept of what "be kind, rewind" actually means, or why exactly that was so important.

And now I really really really want to make a mix tape for someone. *laugh* I know I know, I'd probably have to trawl ebay for the kind of tapes I used to like using (110 minute high performance) and it's not like anyone has anything capable of playing that ish anymore, but I don't know, making CDs doesn't quite cut it, and playlists? come on. *sigh* maybe it's a sign that I need to fire up the Thursday 13 again, eh? Among the 17,000 other projects I ought to be doing...

...WHAT

Oct. 19th, 2010 10:15 pm
anagramofbrat: (WTF)
Generally I regard the news with a heavy dose of side-eye, a Don Draper or Kanye style shrug, and a more than generous dollop of extreme cynicism and move the hell on and forget about it.

And then there is tonight where I read that Virginia Thomas thinks she's entitled to an apology from Anita Hill.

Internet, I was already pissy because I'm the process of numbing my abdomen in preparation of round 2 of Humira shots. Now I'm just incandescent with rage and I still have one more needle to go.

I'ma need for my country to stop having the crazy now plzkthxbai.

...WHAT

Oct. 19th, 2010 10:15 pm
anagramofbrat: (WTF)
Generally I regard the news with a heavy dose of side-eye, a Don Draper or Kanye style shrug, and a more than generous dollop of extreme cynicism and move the hell on and forget about it.

And then there is tonight where I read that Virginia Thomas thinks she's entitled to an apology from Anita Hill.

Internet, I was already pissy because I'm the process of numbing my abdomen in preparation of round 2 of Humira shots. Now I'm just incandescent with rage and I still have one more needle to go.

I'ma need for my country to stop having the crazy now plzkthxbai.

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