4.3.99
There were a lot of things that I was going to talk about, but somehow, I just don't want to. There were a couple of changes that I have made namely to the "about me" section of this thing. As there seems to be a trend toward publishing Marcel Proust's questionnaire, I have updated my responses. There is also a horoscope that I got from astrology.net.
I've inherited a shrine, which I have set up directly to my left. Now, I'm in the market for a Buddha to install in it. I think of it as kind of a sad thing. Someone very old died, and the family had interest in only the accouterments in the shrine, but not the furniture itself. That's a shame, because it probably is near 100 years old, judging from the brasses and the quality of the reverse painted glass panels and tapestry pieces that have survived. Apparently, it is bad karma to sell religious articles such as this, and thus the reason I have ended up as its conservator.
Karma is an amazing thing. Nobody makes it through this life without being touched in one way or another. I'm going to describe an interesting thing that happened to me today, totally without the benefit of mentioning names. If you can figure it all out though the context, bully for you. First some history... A couple of months ago, you might remember an argument that I had with the creators of Netscape Communicator. It seems as though the fine folks at Microsoft actually did make a superior browser in their Internet Explorer, only I was too bull-headed to admit it.
With my abandonment of Netscape, I also left behind a huge number of my bookmarks (or favourites, if you prefer.) In fact, it was only though the magic of cut and paste that I was able to transfer the couple of bookmarks to IE. These two programs don't talk to each other unless absolutely necessary, much as it is in real life, I think. Also with that loss of bookmarks, a couple of friends fell by the wayside, much to my chagrin.
Well, for some reason, I felt compelled to go back to my old haunt, Nonags in an effort to upgrade my pop-up ad killing software. Instead of finding an effective popup killer, I instead found a program that would transfer bookmarks from Netscape to IE. I downloaded it and ran it, and was amazed at the number of places on the Internet that I used to haunt, but hadn't seen in quite a while.
I was cruising around for a while, when I read "A friend of mine from Hawaii sent me a storybook some months ago called The Little Prince. (Smile Bob J )" Feature the odds. I go looking at a site that I had not visited for many moons, only to read my name featured in a journal entry dated earlier that day. It's karma. Don't argue with the Omniomni, damn it! I immediately fired off an email to this person, apologizing for my lack of communication, and past transgressions. If things progress from that point, it was meant to be. If not, well, it's just the Omniomni's way of slapping me up side the head for bull-headedness.
On a completely different note, I watched "Brazil" on TV tonight. You haven't seen it? Do go and rent it, but only if you have a rational brain on your shoulders. It's a thinking man's movie on so many different levels. It's highly satirical, drawing from an Orwelian view of the future, and borrowing from every other movie that has had anything to do with social change. Best satire scene is toward the end of the movie. A direct rip-off of Sergei Eisenstein's Odessa steps scene from the movie "Potemkin," right down to the woman being shot through the eyeglasses, leaving her perambulator to bounce down the stairs, followed by goose-stepping huns. It's great.
In conclusion, I leave you with two quotes from the film:
"You're not going anywhere in that suit."
"We're all in it together, pal."
Pray for me whilst I'm in Maui, huh? Catch you next week.
I've inherited a shrine, which I have set up directly to my left. Now, I'm in the market for a Buddha to install in it. I think of it as kind of a sad thing. Someone very old died, and the family had interest in only the accouterments in the shrine, but not the furniture itself. That's a shame, because it probably is near 100 years old, judging from the brasses and the quality of the reverse painted glass panels and tapestry pieces that have survived. Apparently, it is bad karma to sell religious articles such as this, and thus the reason I have ended up as its conservator.
Karma is an amazing thing. Nobody makes it through this life without being touched in one way or another. I'm going to describe an interesting thing that happened to me today, totally without the benefit of mentioning names. If you can figure it all out though the context, bully for you. First some history... A couple of months ago, you might remember an argument that I had with the creators of Netscape Communicator. It seems as though the fine folks at Microsoft actually did make a superior browser in their Internet Explorer, only I was too bull-headed to admit it.
With my abandonment of Netscape, I also left behind a huge number of my bookmarks (or favourites, if you prefer.) In fact, it was only though the magic of cut and paste that I was able to transfer the couple of bookmarks to IE. These two programs don't talk to each other unless absolutely necessary, much as it is in real life, I think. Also with that loss of bookmarks, a couple of friends fell by the wayside, much to my chagrin.
Well, for some reason, I felt compelled to go back to my old haunt, Nonags in an effort to upgrade my pop-up ad killing software. Instead of finding an effective popup killer, I instead found a program that would transfer bookmarks from Netscape to IE. I downloaded it and ran it, and was amazed at the number of places on the Internet that I used to haunt, but hadn't seen in quite a while.
I was cruising around for a while, when I read "A friend of mine from Hawaii sent me a storybook some months ago called The Little Prince. (Smile Bob J )" Feature the odds. I go looking at a site that I had not visited for many moons, only to read my name featured in a journal entry dated earlier that day. It's karma. Don't argue with the Omniomni, damn it! I immediately fired off an email to this person, apologizing for my lack of communication, and past transgressions. If things progress from that point, it was meant to be. If not, well, it's just the Omniomni's way of slapping me up side the head for bull-headedness.
On a completely different note, I watched "Brazil" on TV tonight. You haven't seen it? Do go and rent it, but only if you have a rational brain on your shoulders. It's a thinking man's movie on so many different levels. It's highly satirical, drawing from an Orwelian view of the future, and borrowing from every other movie that has had anything to do with social change. Best satire scene is toward the end of the movie. A direct rip-off of Sergei Eisenstein's Odessa steps scene from the movie "Potemkin," right down to the woman being shot through the eyeglasses, leaving her perambulator to bounce down the stairs, followed by goose-stepping huns. It's great.
In conclusion, I leave you with two quotes from the film:
"You're not going anywhere in that suit."
"We're all in it together, pal."
Pray for me whilst I'm in Maui, huh? Catch you next week.
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