Confessions of an Item Hoarder

Confessions of an Item Hoarder

Aw.

Do not let a flaunting woman coax and cozen and deceive you: she is after your barn. The man who trusts womankind trusts deceivers.

Hesiod, Works and Days

To you, foolish Perses, I will speak good sense. Badness can be got easily and in shoals: the road to her is smooth, and she lives very near us. But between us and Goodness the gods have placed the sweat of our brows: long and steep is the path that leads to her, and it is rough at the first; but when a man has reached the top, then is she easy to reach, though before that she was hard.

Hesiod, Works and Days

http://blip.tv/play/grExgZvDfAI

Finally! The slow-mo footage we shot in New York when has been assembled into this most glorious tribute to “Sara Smile,” which we were humming the whole time I was there.

Dee-oot-doo-woo….

(Source: http://blip.tv/)

Explain all that,” said the Mock Turtle.
“No, no! The adventures first,” said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: “explanations take such a dreadful time.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Mythical creatures venn diagram. Not entirely accurate.

Finally, a Count I’m proud to have on my bookshelf.

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Fridge – “Cut Up Piano and Xylophone”
Happiness

One of my favorite albums ever , Happiness has so many different beautiful sounds that to only be able to put one up at a time feels wrong. This particular track is the shortest and perhaps the most easily enjoyed.

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Soft Canyon – “For You”
Broken Spirit, I Will Mend Your Wings

The last song on this album, as I noted in my original review, nearly knocked me out of my chair. Unfortunately, since that time, the band has broken up, leaving Broken Spirit as their sole album.

Luckily it’s a great album. Sounds like it just came out of a time capsule. The first track is a great example of this. There’s really nothing that places this album past 1975.

Circular polarization is something I’ve always wondered about but never knew was real. If electromagnetic waves have amplitude in one direction, why not two? or three? After all, there are compression waves, too.

So I would think, some nights when I couldn’t sleep: if a wave moving along the axis Z had a wavelength W along the perpendicularY axis, and a similar wavelength along the doubly perpendicular X axis, wouldn’t it propagate in a helical fashion? And if you change the phase, won’t it change the handedness of the helix? As it turns out, yes it does. I only just found out it’s an established phenomenon (as I might have guessed) while researching stereoscopic methods for a post.

Of course, it doesn’t have to be circular. The more general form is elliptical polarization, but that doesn’t look as cool.

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The Psychic Paramount – “Para5”
Gamelan Into the Mink Supernatural

Wrote this up here. I believe this to be the actual loudest song ever.

I’m not kidding, be careful.

…Like as the ink-fish, they say, eludeth his pursuers…

Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year

Mr. Titmouse did, to a great degree, bedizen his back – at the expense of his belly; whereas, the Corinthian exquisite, too often taking advantage of station and influence, recklessly both pampers his luxurious appetite within, and decorates his person without, at the expense of innumerable heart-aching creditors. I do not mean, however, to claim any real merit for Mr. Titmouse on this score, because I am not sure how he would act if he were to become possessed of his magnificent rival’s means and opportunities for the perpetration of gentlemanly frauds on a splendid scale. -But we shall perhaps see by and by.

Samuel Warren, in Ten Thousand A-Year

It’s a social disorder, it’s a conversational disorder, the fact that we can’t apply enough pressure to these ideas, that it’s taboo to do so. And there’s the fact that there is a core of truth to religion that we should be interested in. There’s the fact that people do have transformative experiences. If Jesus really was who they said he was, or Buddha likewise, it’s possible perhaps to be the Tiger Woods of compassion.

This is a better, longer version of the robot arms I posted on CrunchGear some time ago. I like the throwing and catching of the cell phone, and the high-speed target acquisition (moving the white ball around). Of course, it means we’re all dead once they deploy these as weapons, but hey.

Content with poverty my soul I arm,
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

Horace (trans. Dryden)