The
title of this site comes from the following passage, as it
struck me as an interesting concept as well as a colourful
phrase when I came across it.
"The
techniques of autostimulation are extremely various.
Just as one can notice that stroking oneself in a certain way
can produce certain only partially and indirectly controllable
but definitely desirable effects (and one can then devote some
time and ingenuity to developing and exploring the techniques
for producing those desirable effects in oneself), so one can
also come to recognize that talking to oneself, making
pictures for oneself, singing to oneself, and so forth, are
practices that often have desirable effects. Some people
are better at these activities than others. Cognitive
autostimulation is an acquired and intimately personal
technique, with many different styles."
--Daniel
C. Dennett, Elbow Room
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site doesn't have many visitors at the moment, but that will
hardly affect the content or frequency of posts herein.
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I
have been webmastering my own sites for several years now. (You
could say I've been the master of my own domain.) My
original home site entitled The
World Bri'ed Web is now in its seventh incarnation or
so. I write and record music, and use the site incessantly to
pitch the albums to all few of my visitors. I now invite you
to read my thoughts, rants, tidbits, musings, and brain-rains.*
May your stay be full of fruit.
*Brain-rain:
(n) Not as severe as a brain-storm, and hardly as vulgar as a
brain-fart, but somewhere safely in between.
January 25, 2005 "You have everything you need if you just believe!"
Yet again the "Academy" has failed in its mission to make me NOT care about the Awards. Every year they come so close, by having so many categories of selections of utter meaningless to me. But, it always seems, they include just one or two nominees that I actually care to support. One of these years, they'll swipe the wand of Absolute Worthlessness across the board, the whole board, and I will be happily oblivious to the notion of giving two shits about the outcome, hands down.
But for now, I must root for just the two situations: that Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind screenwriter Charlie Kaufman WINS for best original screenplay, and that The Polar Express's song Believe, written by Alan Silvestri and Glen Ballard LOSES for best song!!!
This is a bad, bad song, with a highly questionable philosophical message, (as well as an annoying theme that gets repeated too, too much, verbatim, thoughout the whole fricking movie) sung by Josh Grobin in a voice that couldn't get any more vibrato in it if you strapped his ass to a paint-can mixer; in fact, it sounds like that's just the technique they used in recording, but they conveniently waited for an earthquake first! Ugh. "Listen what your heart is saying. Hear the melody that's playing. There's no time to wait. There's so much to celebrate." If these are ever "award winning" lyrics, let alone the "Academy"-sanctioned variety, I simply must give up my aspirations of songwriting and turn my attention to something more noble, like frying up Crispy Chicken sandwich patties in lard, slathering them with mayonnaise, and watching them being consumed by yuppies in SUV's who are too busy to wait 30 seconds in the Carl's Jr. drive-through. (Yes, that's the way "through" is spelled, believe it or not!)
Anyway, this is the reason I say anything at all. When the year goes by with me making no mention of this "event" at all, that's the year the "Academy" achieved its goal with flying colors. It'll happen.
2:37 PM January 9, 2005 HAPPY NEW GEAR
When two months pass in one's life, it's a normal thing. After all, time's job is but to pass. Two months' passage is bound to happen sooner or later.
A few changes have occured since we last spoke. Although, frankly, none of these things can affect you, the viewer, reader, observer, and passive perceiver. I have received an increase in my hourly wage. I have moved my place of residence (or, more accurately, I merely changed my place of residence) to a much preferable location. And I have witnessed the sudden, yet overdue, demise of my 533mHz PC.
This computer, with its 17" monitor, was purchased about three-and-a-half years ago for a total of $300. I recorded four full-length albums on it. Yes, it outlasted its own worth, many times over. It contained my first CD burner. It was the second PC to have a Sound-blaster-live-ectomy. It was the last computer I'll probably ever own to have contained a 3.5" floppy drive.
It was brave as it neared its end. Although, the Physical Memory Dumps started popping up more and more. Blue Screens of Death were a common enough phenomenon. Eventually its "security structure" became invalid and it would fail to load in Safe Mode. Brave, brave man.
Fortunately it had had its Organ Donor card filled out and my new eMachine is up and running. 2.93 GHz, 80 gig drive, 512 RAM. I applied and was approved (for a whopping and unexpected $3000.00 ... look out, I'm a dangerous man now!) for a Best Buy credit card. I picked up the CPU for $399 before rebates. I could have gone for the package for much more (even with rebates MORE than compensating), but then I'd have ended up with a 15" crappy monitor I don't need (not even a flat "panel"), and a crappier printer that would have been superfluous. Who needs more junk laying around, let alone fresh, still-in-its-original-box junk? I'm fine with paying more for less, in this case.
This machine is quieter, faster, more efficient, a bit more stable, and has JUST the right features for my needs. What are my needs? Well, I'm going to be recording my new albums soon. What with the new "studio" space, the new high-end studio monitors I'm getting, and the full range of equipment (see rundown), I'm set and there's very little to stop me!
By the way, anybody need a pair of shielded, powered, crappy-ass computer speakers? Me neither.
I
have been webmastering my own sites for several years now. (You
could say I've been the master of my own domain.) My
original home site entitled 
January 25, 2005