I live Santa Clara, California – not far from where I was born. I work in IT and make a lot of photos. I'm Jewish. My dream vacation involves sitting at a sidewalk cafe for hours, sipping coffee.
I've created some postcards and now they're just laying around my house. If you send me your address, you will
get a free postcardEvery once in a while I update my ultimate list of the best
storytelling video gamesDoes it bug anyone else that in English
it's called Saturdaythe brandensite is a vanity project where I collect all of things I've put onto the internet in a big, fat glorification of myself. I've maintained this monument to arrogance in one form or another since I was thirteen years old in 1995. This is my social media.
I love photography. I love learning about photography and making my own photos. I share my new photos on Flickr almost every day, and I have a photo portfolio website. I will talk about photography at the slightest provocation. This website is one such provocation. Beware all ye who dare:
My recent favorite musical artists are VNV Nation, mind.in.a.box, The Decemberists, The National, genCAB, Project Pitchfork, purity ring, Sigur Rós, Röyksopp, and unitcode:machine.
I obsess over an extensive, curated, eclectic and growing library of music which is meaningful to me. I put the library metadata online (not the music) and it consists of 18,031 tracks from 2,186 albums from 889 musical artists. Since February 2006, the library has logged 523,030 track plays, or a total time I've spent listening to music:
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I've heard this before, but whose wisdom is this? Quote Investigator researches and has found many similar versions attributed to many different German generals. The earliest reference, however, is 1933 and in English, accredited to Kurt von Hammerstein-Equord, Commander-in-Chief of the Weimar Republic's armed forces. "If the 1933 citation was accurate then the expression appeared in German in a Berlin newspaper in 1932 or 1933. QI has not yet located this instance."
I just got back from my first visit to Tokyo, staying in the city for only two brief days. This guy's observations from having lived there for six months (after 15 years in Montreal) match exactly what I just experienced myself, or at least the portion of the list I was exposed to in my short visit.
Salt grains required. This guy called George Mack created this website about an idea he's rapt with: the idea of people being "high agency" or "low agency." He claims the term is hard to define even if he knows it when he sees it, yet it doesn't seem that difficult to me: a 'high agency' person is someone who gets things done. He then goes on to expand and expound on this concept, touching on some motivating ideas along the way, such as how to avoid quagmires and other "low agency traps."
It's basically the modern version of a self-help book, and so long as you avoid the paradox of self-help (never thinking you're good enough because you're viewing the world only through the lens of self-improvement) then maybe it'll be useful to you. It helped me clean out my inbox, at least.
My grandfather always appreciated a pun and a gag, so he created these round paper discs with printed on them the word "Tuit". If someone was procrastinating, saying they'll get something done "when I get around to it," well then, he'd be able to hand them a round tuit.
Marx and Engles in the 1940s coined the term Lumpenproletariat when discussing the unthinking lower class of society who are easily exploited by counter-revolutionary forces. It includes criminals, vagabonds, and prostitutes.
But then there is the term Lumpenmilitariat. Polish journalist and chronicler of Africa Ryszard Kapuściński in his essay collection The Shadow Of the Sun introduced the word to me, attributing it to Ugandan historian Ali Mazrui, and explaining it thusly (in 1998): Being me, I needed to know more. And so, linked here is where I believe Mazrui first introduced the term, in an academic political science paper written while a professor at Uganda's Makerere University and published in March 1973, about two years into Idi Amin's military dictatorship of the country. Amin's politics famously drifted while in power, and Makrui's paper is an examination into why, seemingly framed in an attempt to reckon what he was witnessing in Uganda with the theory of Marxism.
And so, the word in question, defined by Makrui's own self:
Mazrui later left Makerere University and Uganda entirely after feeling that he lost political standing by declining an offer by Amin himself. Quoted in 1986 in the New York Times: He spent much of the remaining portion of his career in the USA, a professor at several prominent universities here, and even produced a TV documentary.
Starting yesterday, apparently ChatGPT now will return at slightest provocation a list of products for you to purchase and for the creator to earn referral money for selling you. In the LLM's own 'words': "This update aims to offer a more personalized and streamlined shopping experience directly within the ChatGPT interface." The reddit who stumbled into this and posted it first wrote "The Enshittification has arrived" about which Josh Sawyer blueskied best: "oh no they got shit in the poop"
The Guardian published their reporter Alessandro Gandolfi's vacation snaps as he poked around the city of Chongqing. The article's bold text at the top claims "The largest city in the world is as big as Austria, but few people have ever heard of it," which seems rather contradictory to me. Or Euro-centric, perhaps. Anyway, they continue: "The megacity of 34 million people in central of China is the emblem of the fastest urban revolution on the planet. The Communist party decided 30 years ago to unify and populate vast rural areas, an experiment that has become a symbol of the Chinese ability to reshape the world." It's just a really big damn city not on the Western tourist's radar, is all. Whatever. Enjoy the photos. They're alright.
My Flickr contact Emma Alexander got featured in the Flickr Blog Photography Spotlight! Congratulations. Check out her inspirational shots of D.C. – are they street photography? Sure, why not? Gotta call them something. In her words: See why I'm a fan?
I've had this "Missing Stair" concept explained to me before and heard reference to it regularly over the years, but I've never read (what I believe is) the originating post that coined the phrase back in June 2012. So here it is. The author, Cliff Pervocracy, is eloquent and insightful in this and all their other posts I've just read but what I was not expecting is how the blog isn't necessarily about cultural commentary and social advice such as the "Missing Stair", but about one sex-addled person's journey through having lots and lots of kinky, unapologetic sex, discovering themself throughout, coming into themself (not like that), and then slowly transitioning from woman to man. Click around at your own peril, I spent hours reading through the linked blogolalia as if it were a TVTropes entry. And the author's efforts continue to this day, albeit on this new website.
But for those who are not famliar, what's a "Missing Stair"?
They're the person in a social circle who other people have to warn newcomers about. In the blog's excellent own words:
When someone's going down the path towards embracing a crazy cult-like thinking, we say that they're "drinking the Kool-Aid". We've likely forgotten the source of this phrase's popularity, but it soared in usage after being tastelessly (lol) tied to the 1978 Jonestown Massacre. The infamy stems from cult leader Jim Jones supposedly having several hundred of his blindly-believing followers (predominantly African Americans, who had by this point followed him to a colony in Guyana) join him in death by drinking poisoned Kool-Aid.
Except two important things about that story are not true. First, reports are that while some people did voluntarily drink the poison, many other people "voluntarily" did so at gun-point, and many others were injected against their will. Murder. We call that murder. And second, it wasn't Kool-Aid, it was Fla-Vor-Aid. Get your story straight, people! And it should be noted Jones himself didn't drink the Fla-Vor-Aid – he shot himself.
But why Kool-Aid? Besides the obvious, I mean, that Kool-Aid is awesome and nobody knows wtf Fla-Vor-Aid is. Blame Tom Wolfe's reporting about Ken Kesey for that. Kesey, ten years prior to Jim Jones' thing, was handing out LSD-laced Kool-Aid at "Acid Test" parties (the real Kool-Aid this time, knock-offs being insufficient for those transcending reality) which killed absolutely nobody, even if Kesey was kinda cult leader-ish at the time.
So remember: Kool-Aid = fun, Fla-Vor-Aid = death.
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