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The inches we need are everywhere around us 2007-06-14 06:23:22 Read this here, quoted from Al Pacino’s speech to the team in Any Given Sunday:
You find out life’s this game of inches
, so is football. Because in either game — life or football — the margin for error is so small. I mean, one half a step too late or too early and you don’t quite make it. One half second too slow, too fast and you don’t quite catch it. The inches we need are everywhere
around us. They’re in every break of the game, every minute, every second. On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves and everyone else around us to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. Because we know when add up all those inches, that’s gonna make the fucking difference between winning and losing! Between living and dying!
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Genius is sorrow’s child 2007-06-16 10:38:45 It is difficult to write about the things you love most. For me, Johann Sebastian Bach’s Die Kunst der Fuge (Art of the Fugue) is tantamount to a sacred text, an artwork so quintessentially perfect in form, so unutterably beautiful from the dual perspectives of the mind and heart, intellect and emotions, that the best thing I usually think I can do in facing it is to remain silent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyNy4EJsZqY
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Music, Crowds, Purpose 2007-06-22 06:56:13 These two highly emotional (and for me, utterly disturbing) clips have a few things in common. Look, then discuss.
Let’s start here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80lLU5-yji8
Then, this:
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New Frontier 2007-06-25 14:16:46 I hear you’re mad about Brubeck; like your eyes, I like him too. He’s an artist, a pioneer, we gotta have some music on the New Frontier
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRrCZCN8Kj0
Redesign 2007-06-23 02:48:47 Yes, I’m redesigning.
Not really. I needed to upgrade to the latest version of K2, which required a more recent release of Wordpress. But then I read what Ben was saying about textpattern, and decided to give it a try - it being Sunday afternoon and all.
Although the install was simple enough, it took me about an hour or two to figure out how it works. I realise that it may have been quicker if I left the bottle of La Motte Cabernet Sauvignon unopened, but I do not take kindly to the fact that you have to learn a whole new tagging system to do a silly little thing like adding an image to your post.
In short - I’m back with my Wordpress K2 installation.
Who Am We? 2007-06-27 05:21:59 Some years ago I was helping my wife arrange an exhibit of her photographs of Indian tea gardens when I was approached by a man who had been looking at the pictures. ‘I hear that Charles Handy is here,’ he said. ‘Indeed he is,’ I replied, ‘and I am he.’ He looked at me rather dubiously for a moment, and then said, ‘Are you sure?’ It was, I told him, a good question because over time there had been many versions of Charles Handy, not all of which I was particularly proud. - Charles Handy, Myself and Other More Important Matters.
Oubaas, why do I have this strange feeling that there are many versions of myself right now? What happened to me/us? Was it in order to survive that I assumed these multiple identities? How many private/public personas do I have? Who manages these faces? Who pulls the strings? Does it matter? Am I the only one who feels this way?
I have three blogs, 8 email addresses, two skype names, a cellphone number, a work nu
Twitter Updates for 2007-07-05 2007-07-05 18:59:59
Installing the Alex King twitter plugin. #
Reading about Google’s Checkout Service. #
Looking at my bedside table - 10 books, 9 too many. #
Reading how Jon Lech Johansen managed to allow the iPhone to work as an iPod with WiFi, without AT&T activation. #
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Winter Flu Fillet 2007-07-04 10:10:09 What will we eat tomorrow night? 20 people, and I have the flu - again.
OK. It will be…
Fillet
of Beef, Roasted red Onion & Rocket Salad, Sweet Potato Wedges & Smoked Chilli & Roasted Garlic Butter
Serves 20
4 kg beef fillet
300ml worcestershire sause
500ml extra virgin olive oil
5 large sweet potatoes
10 red onions, peeled
5 rosemary sprigs
sea salt and freshly ground black pepper
100ml balsamic vinegar
450gm rocket
smoked chilli & roasted garlic butter (see below)
Place the fillet in a large, flattish dish and pour over the worcestershire sauce and 150ml of the olive oil. Leave at least for 30 minutes before you put it on the fire.
Heat the oven to 180 degrees C. Cut the sweet potatoes into long thin wedges, and keep the skin on. Cut the red onions into eighths. Place the potatoes and onions in a roasting pan with the rosemary and 150ml of the olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Roast for about 30 minutes until golden brown.
Mix the roasted onions with t
Vices 2007-07-10 03:08:12 They say that vice is any tendency to choose or behave in a way that is bad. I’m still trying to figure out for whom, as I cannot imagine living without many of my vices. You see, my ennui has led to many miraculous (and otherwise improbable) recoveries.
For starters - I’d rather be bored than superstitious. And my shyness has protected me from many a virus.
I’d rather eat fatty foods than sleep with my neighbor’s wife. Except if she invited me, and then only if she forced me to choose between her and religion.
I’d rather be addicted to psychotropics (which I am, looking at my empty coffee mug) than to masturbation and pornography. But I’d rather play with myself all day than gamble.
I really don’t covet your stuff. It’s probably not worth coveting anyway. But I’ve been jealous - just ask my wife (I’m in my fifth marriage to the same wife).
Also - I’d rather not write than be a homophobe. Or a xenophobe. And I’d ra
Twitter Updates for 2007-07-06 2007-07-06 18:59:59
Full English breakfast - feel much better today. As Voltaire said: The art of medicine consists of keeping the patient amused while nature h #
Reading how Steorn will change the world. Just a pity their free energy machine is not working… http://www.steorn.com/ #
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Virtual 2007-07-12 01:38:50 Wrote Virtueel, some thoughts in Afrikaans on our virtual world.
The Origin of the World 2007-07-11 07:49:54 Are you only loved because of your body, and not because of your personality? Does it bother you that you are reduced to an object, at the mercy of eyes that you will never see? The fact that you do not have a face, and that I have only eyes? Am I hated because of my eyes, and not because of my power? Does it bother me that I am reduced to a god, at the mercy of bodies that I will never touch? The fact that I do not have a body, and that you have only one?
Gustave Courbet paints the oil on canvas L’Origin
e du monde in 1866 for Khalil-Bey, a Turkish diplomat and former ambassador of the Ottoman Empire in Saint Petersburg. Khalil-Bey, his finances ruined by gambling, sells his collection to antique dealer Antoine de la Narde in 1868. Edmond de Goncourt, the author who famously said that “If there is a God, atheism must seem to Him as less of an insult than religion”, discovers it in an antique shop in 1889, hidden behind a wooden pane decorated with the painting of a castle Read more:World
Kundera 2007-07-16 10:28:41 Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.
New Day 2007-08-20 01:24:19 Another week? Another month? Another year? Don’t be fooled: It’s a new day, and only if you live on earth.
Everything flows and nothing abides; everything gives way and nothing stays fixed. You cannot step twice into the same river, for other waters and yet others, go flowing on. Time is a child, moving counters in a game; the royal power is a child’s. - Heraclitus Read more:New Day
duskant uniondale 2007-09-26 15:03:38 New Afrikaans poem. Read here.
Le Baiser Salé 2007-09-18 07:28:18 58 rue des Lombards, 1er, Paris.
Short of breath, heart beating, hands trembling, mouth open, eyes wide shut.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2pxe719CNw
Evening 2007-09-14 03:31:07 Making Ragu, drinking wine, playing with the children, smoking, listening to Margaret Fingerhut’s performance of the Dukas Piano Sonata (and finding the sheet music here), drinking cognac with a friend, messing around on the piano, watching an episode of Rome in bed, listening to Al Di Meola playing Piazollo, thinking about Zawinul who died this week, enjoying Paul Hitchens on youtube, locking the doors, reading a few depressing pages from Eric Hobsbawn ’s autobiography, sleep.
Comfort 2007-10-01 09:47:51 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. - Matthew 11:28
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door. - from the poem “The New Colossus”, by Emma Lazarus, on a plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty
Do not believe that he who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life has much difficulty… Were it otherwise he would never have been able to find those words. - Rainer Maria Rilke
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iimMKWF7SK0
Writing 2007-10-01 05:46:40 A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is. When I speak of writing, the image that comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or a literary tradition; it is the person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and, alone, turns inward. Amid his shadows, he builds a new world with words. This man—or this woman—may use a typewriter, or profit from the ease of a computer, or write with a pen on paper, as I do. As he writes, he may drink tea or coffee, or smoke cigarettes. From time to time, he may rise from his table to look out the window at the children playing in the street, or, if he is lucky, at trees and a view, or even at a black wall. He may write poems, or plays, or novels, as I do. But all these differences arise only after the crucial task is complete—after he has sat down at the table and patiently turned inward. To write is to transform that inward gaze into words
The Zone 2007-09-28 06:16:22 A magical place where you hit max productivity. Very hard to achieve and even harder to maintain.
Decomposing 2007-09-27 11:33:43 One of my works, recently performed by a very able quintet at the local concert hall as part of a “new music” program, reproduced below in a very un-live format. But you’ll get the idea.
Click here to listen.
40 2007-10-05 14:10:26 Today. I have nothing to say.
Next Move 2007-10-20 03:34:22 As I’m contemplating my next move (not the one where I’m going to pick up my cigarette and look at the trees without seeing them, thinking about my thoughts about my next move), I’m reminded by what Bohumil Hrabal wrote in Dancing Lessons for the Advanced in Age (that it’s interesting how young poets think of death while old fogies think of girls), and the fact that I woke up this morning with an erection thinking about a beautiful waitress I really don’t know (except that she moved like a poem), that I should be happy about my physical state of affairs (for surely a time will come when this desire will lose it’s potential and never the twain shall meet again, or something to that effect), that the kilogram of mussels I had last week at Den Anker would have tasted differently had I not contemplated my next move away from death while opening the black shells and removing the soft flesh cooked in Trappist beer (yes, it was a religious experience) and
What If… 2007-10-25 05:05:28 And now that you’ve pushed the button, what if you suddenly realize that you live in a computer simulation and that “you should try to be as interesting as possible, on the theory that the designer is more likely to keep you around for the next simulation.” See Our Lives, Controlled From Some Guy’s Couch.
Nick Bostrom, philosopher at Oxford, argues that at least one of the following propositions is true:
the human species is very likely to go extinct before reaching a “posthuman” stage;
any posthuman civilization is extremely unlikely to run a significant number of simulations of their evolutionary history (or variations thereof);
we are almost certainly living in a computer simulation.
It follows that the belief that there is a significant chance that we will one day become posthumans who run ancestor-simulations is false, unless we are currently living in a simulation.
Each of these three propositions may be prima facie implausible; yet, if the simul
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