Archive for April, 2005

Bicycle Defense Fund Party Recap

Monday, April 11th, 2005

The Bicycle Defense Fund raised $4K on Saturday night (and into Sunday morning) at its first bash for legal defense fund dollars. I volunteered to assist with party prep and helped to man the kegs for a few hours. A tough job to be sure, all that foam that turned into beer had to be disposed of and I helped take care of that problem. Most people that came rode their bikes and seemed incredibly thirsty for the thirst quenching properties of beer. Needless to say, my thumb was very tired on Sunday from pouring and I had to go switch to work the TV remote in order to watch The Masters.

I also did a lap around Manhattan on Saturday before the party in the beautiful spring weather that seems to have come from nowhere. I have the sunburned forearms to prove it. Bookmark the Bicycle Defense Fund link, there will be plenty more opportunities to support the cause if you wish . . . from near or far.

Rasterbation

Monday, April 11th, 2005

I ended up rasterbating for my 10th wedding anniversary. It was a lonely activity, but the payoff was pleasurable. Brendon is the one who taught me how to rasterbate. Well, he didn’t teach me first hand, ahheeeemmmm, but he did introduce and explain rasturbation to me so that I had a happy ending . . . and after only my first try! I got skills you see.

Rasterbation, as you might assume, is best done alone in a quiet place. Locking the door is a good idea as well so no one barges in on you. It can get really messy in a hurry if that happens and you might have a lot of explaining to do. You also want to give yourself lots of space if you rasterbate as you don’t want to knock anything over with the constant back and forth movement that is required. Concentration is also very important and you don’t want to be interrupted during rasterbation.

I was tired when I was done. I really got into it and expended quite a bit of energy. I even cracked open a beer to relax, but then remembered I had to clean up before my wife got home. No way I wanted her to know I had been rasterbating, at least not until the time was right.

Well, on our anniversary my wife did find out I rasterbated, actually that was my intention – no more secretive rasterbation. She actually started crying when she found out, but she told me they were tears of joy. I asked her if she too rasterbated but she said no and she said she would love to learn. So, sometime we are going to rasterbate together. I think it will help us bond even more.

I would recommend rasterbation to anyone. Sure you might be a little skeptical at first, but it does not take long to get the hang of it and before you know it, you might be hooked.

As for me, I am comfortable with showing the world the results of my rasterbation. Don’t be shy to look, you’ll be glad you did and you might just tell your friends how cool rasterbation can be. Click here and enjoy.

Click here to get rasterbating on your own. It’s even free, but make sure you have a lot of toner. Why the verb rasterbate was chosen I have no idea. But it does make for interesting dicussion . . .

10th Anniversary

Friday, April 8th, 2005

Well, today marks my 10th wedding anniversary. Our wedding was originally scheduled for April 1st, but upon further consideration, we bumped it back a week.

So, rather than boring you with dialogue and diatribes, today I will bore you with a few pictures. We got married in Korea it’s common to follow both the western style and the traditional Korean style. That meant a lot of changing.

Happy Anniversary Eun Gyoung!

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Western Style

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Korean Style, kind of like the Korean version of a wedding dress and tuxedo

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Our traditional style garb, we actually own this stuff

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A trip we took after we first started dating

NW-HD5, This May be the Droid You’re Looking For

Thursday, April 7th, 2005

Don’t ask me why I like to bag on the Ipod, I just do. Maybe it’s kind of like the distaste I have for the Dallas Cowboys calling themselves “America’s Team.” Ipod seems to be the Dallas Cowboys of digital devices to me. Something about endless public adoration for the device just inspires ire for some reason. It only does one thing really well, play music. I don’t know if Apple is purposely slow in adding functionality so that they can have a constant flow of new product lines, or if their engineering departments face challenges my feeble mind cannot comprehend.

What I do know is that if I’m far from home and my battery dies, I want to be able to replace it. Also, I like NPR just about as much as music. That’s why I like my MD player; it provides solutions to both of those problems with a remote that features AM/FM/Weatherband and a TV signal. Great for those times when the wife wants to shop and I want to catch the latest score of a game (hopefully the Cowboys and getting their heads handed to them).

Sony just released news about its answer to the Ipod. Funny that it took them well over three years to respond. They are half way there. The Sony player has a replaceable battery just like those that are so common on digital cameras. And it’s said the battery will last up to 40 hours.

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What they do not show is a remote for the device that includes a radio. It’s not that hard to make and include, and if the device featured one, I just might buy it. This is my remote:

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One thing you definitely have to give Apple is a name advantage. Sony’s player has the extremely droll name of NW-HD5. Sounds like a droid from a Star Wars movie or something. It sounds cool to say you have an Ipod, but saying you have an NW-HD5 definitely does not have a “coolness” factor.

News on the new Sony device here. Or, if you want to practice your Japanese, here.

Wild Cartoon Kingdom

Wednesday, April 6th, 2005

The Disneyfication of Times Square continues at a rapid pace. I was not around when Times Square was known more for porn, prostitution, and licentiousness, but I’ve heard long time residents remark at how Times Square is not the same place it was only a short time ago. Sure you will bump into an occasional doorman beckoning you to enter a “gentleman’s” club, but you are more likely to feel at “home” in Times Square than practically anywhere else in Manhattan.

Why do I say that? Well, Times Square pretty much looks like any strip mall in America. It is now full of chain restaurants, toy stores, and pictures of famous cartoon characters. You can eat at Apple Bees, stroll through Toys R Us and get your favorite Disney toy, take in the Lion King or Beauty and the Beast, and finish off the night with a shake at McDonald’s. Doesn’t that sound disgusting? I’m just waiting for Disney to install some type of tram through the square and for Starbucks to slap their logo over the Cup of Noodles to make it a giant steaming latte and the sickening corporate circle will be complete.

Just last week I was watching TV and a new bright light emanating from Times Square caught my eye. I stood up, peered out, and saw Simba staring back at me. Yep, the central character of the Lion King now graces a billboard on one of the buildings. During the day the billboard is just a picture, but at night they are working on lighting up the big cat.

I say working on it because only the bottom half of his face was illuminated. And the past couple of nights Simba has gone dark. You can see what I’m talking about below:

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Now my apartment feels like a strange mix of the Disney Channel and Wild Kingdom. I have a giant cartoon lion staring through my window 24/7.

Twin Remembrance

Tuesday, April 5th, 2005

Back in May of 2000, Ariel and were among the throng of wide eyed, slow walking, gawking, cross walk signal obeying, map unfolding, tired legged, sidewalk clogging, improper Metrocard inserting, price astounded, picture clicking, tourist population of New York City.

I attended a conference in upstate New York and swung my flight schedule such that my round trip carried me through New York City. Ariel flew into NYC after the conference was over and we spent a week pounding the pavement of the city.

I remember at that time thinking that New York City was a fun place to visit, but probably not a fun place to live. Wrong-O! What a difference a few years can make. New York is a happening place to call home.

Anyway, we did click lots of photos on our trip but most of our photos are in storage back in Oregon. Over the holidays when we went back out West we did have the chance to go through our photos and we found a couple of pics that are particularly meaningful now. See for yourself.

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I remember shaking in my shoes on top of the Tower Observation deck – I’m not a huge fan of heights. Now I still shake a little bit when I see these pictures, but for a different reason.

Mastered the Art

Monday, April 4th, 2005

The best album you probably have never heard of: Greyboy, Mastered the Art.

This review from Amazon.com sums it up nicely.

Listening to ‘Mastered the Art’ is the acoustic equivalent of running your hand over shag carpet that hasn’t been vacuumed since the seventies – it reveals a surprising accumulation of hidden textures and diverse beats, from Spanish-style acoustic guitars and menacing orchestration to xylophones and Galaga samples (you know the tractor beam sound just before your ship gets taken up). ‘Mastered the Art’ is a gigantic mixed-media canvas that subsumes all the brilliance of his previous albums while adding authentic variation and depth. Like any original work of art, ‘Mastered the Art’ is difficult to categorize – it represents the leading edge in the ongoing revolution that is combining hip-hop, jazz, groove, and funk into unique and powerful musical expressions.

Cranking these tunes makes the walks in NYC that much more invigorating.