It Be Like That Yo

This world has but situational heroes.

That Bird Must Chill

That’s it; I’m cutting myself off. I’ve obtained overly long lists of new music and I haven’t listened to half of it, or only just once. I’m ending it here. No more new stuff for me until I’ve heard all of my, well, new stuff.

So

People.

And whatever it is, we know what I’m talking about.

Strange, people.

Even Niet

Dat zachte roze dekentje

Netjes glad opvouwen

Terug in het kistje

Voor later, dan.

————–

That soft pink blanket

Fold it up neatly

Back in the box

For later, then.

In Bed Are Flowers

A sudden cummings that I like:

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

e.e. cummings

To Go There

An impatience intruding. Silence ousted by options. Harder rather than softer. Not as easy to break or phase or shuffle. But I suppose I should remain recognizable to myself. Learn from the past.

The Person-Wil

Maybe it’s appropriate if I explained a little about the previous fairly incoherent post. You see, there’s this girl, and– nuff said, Wil ol’ buddy! we’ve all been there! –I think I’ll continue anyway, thanks. So I’ve steadily built up, over the past months, a decent liking-loving-wanting for her.

But I’m not getting too much of a real response. At least, I think, not in the way that I want her to respond. She’s a little confusing, I suppose. The attention she gives out — and I can only speak for myself here — is a little on-offish. This is her spammin’ away in my shoutbox (and me in hers), and sometimes even after a whole day of IM silence she feels the kind need to quickly let me know that she’s off to some concert bye etc. She invites me; asks me if I’ll be here or there, and quite obviously wants me around. She’s given me a nickname. A set of them; variations on Wil.

It’s offset against the days when there’s hardly a word between us and a little conversation, a little interaction instigated by me just doesn’t come off the ground. In addition to this, rather than the guy or a guy, I feel like one of many. Number n. She’s had some boyfriends already, and she always has some male friends with her — except for that one time when she asked me to go see a movie with her and we did (There Will Be Blood, aside). I can’t stand that sort of swarming behaviour, and I loathe to admit that I could be “little more” than one of them.

But maybe it’s just me.

Maybe I compare what I get to what I want and conclude that it doesn’t satisfy me. Maybe I should scale back and just be glad for having a friend. Maybe it’s because I don’t know what to expect. I’ve been fairly pod-like during my teens — been catching up lightning-speed in the past year! — and maybe I can’t fully distinguish between friendship and romantic interest from real people; taking every normal, little bit of attention from her and turning it into proof of desire. I have a habit of leaving a gap between what I think I am/mean to people, and what I actually am/do mean to people.

So. I guess despite the vagaries of interaction, there’s the clarity of being silly with her, the fantasies, the sleepless nights, the feelings of defeat, the IM logs, the number in my cellphone, the Taste-o-Meter on Last.fm (Super), and the simple fact that I want her. I just want her. I want to kiss her. I want to eat her neck. I want to dance with her and listen to her and with her. I want to make love to her. Push her into the mattress. Chat with her. Wake up next to her.

Hello.

I’m 17. Except I’m not.

Chaos

HEEN EN WEER

UP & DOWN

EVERY GODFUCKINGDAMN DIRECTION EVERY

EVERY

FUCK

ARG

PLARP

hey wil how ya doing

real bad thx

oh k seeya

Listen there

Mildly manipulative playlist control.

There Will Be Blood

That’s a movie I went to last night. There’s hardly any blood in it, though. If you remember the introduction scene for Kill Bill I (but absolutely not the rest of it) — take that style, place it in the early 20th century, and make a long movie of it. I love it. It’s about this totally self-made oil man, exploiting oil fields in the USA, making lots of money. It’s about how he forges ahead doing his own thing and the friction it causes. As he says: “I hate people.” and “I don’t like to explain myself“.

It’s played by Daniel Day-Lewis, who did Bill the Butcher in Gangs of New York. It’s a similar role in several ways, but the movie itself has absolutely none of the romance and colour elements of Gangs. It’s realistic, raw, intense. It was sitting there, thinking, Do I like this? but I hate this sort of thing. But I’m enjoying it. But I don’t like it. But I love it!

Verdict: go see it. It’s flawless.
Incidentally, the IMDB photo looks nothing like him in either flick.

Internet Explorer 8

It’s in beta. Already.

Improvements to the render engine, they say, which I cant comment on too much, because IE7 already had a pretty good engine that fixed almost all of the annoying CSS bugs and standards-incompatibilities (3px float margin bug; not respecting explicit height, +>[] selectors).

So instead of going off about IE’s standards compatibility, I’m going to look at the interface. Because after all, when the engine’s good, a browser must distinguish itself with its features.

First things I notice:

• The url bar dims non-domain text. The domain’s in black, but the rest is grey. This may be a subtle improvement to informing the user of where he is. I don’t use IE often enough to see if it actually makes a difference.
• There’s a permanent, disabled horizontal scrollbar. That may be a beta-bug, or a feature that ensures canvas consistency at all times. IE has always proven itself notoriously incapable of drawing dual scrollbars at the correct time so this may be a quick fix.
• Icons in the menus. First that looks like clutter, but after a while you just find a command by its icon. It’s better. I still can’t consistently and quickly find menu items in Firefox’ context menu because it’s all text and the list of commands changes by context.
• They revamped the JS error dialog. It now displays all errors in a single list window. Unfortunately the messages are still as useless as always. So I’m just guessing the JS engine hasn’t changed since IE 5.5.
• Zooming no longer produces a massive HSOD in, among others, Wikipedia. Opera can learn from this.
• Page Search still done via a clunky, tiny modal dialog. Does Mozilla have a patent on Find As You Type?

Overall the whole package looks better than IE7.
Not good enough to peel me away from FFX, of course. :)

Voer

Nasi

Risotto

Ravioli

Knoflook

Entrecote

Spaghetti

Gehaktbrood

Vlaamse friet

Makreel + Garnalen

Zongedroogde tomaten

Van die gore sla met kaas en walnoten.
Gatverdamme zeg.
Echt.
Bah.

Het werpen van de broccoli in de supermarkt

Meel halen voor het broodbakmachineapparaat

Dag, pap.

Dillovema

I wish it to be and I could not stand it to not.

Food

I am glad that I posess musical expression for the basic emotional state of having prepared and then passionately consumed a highly delectable meal.

Telemvision

A review in pixels

InputOut

In the past 7 months, many new artists have been added to my collection. Thanks to my cousin, Nat, and the music server at work, I’ve obtained a lot fresh meat — mostly rock, which is interesting given my highly electronic background — but good stuff is good stuff.

Additions include:
(just a note: this list is not ranked cq sorted by any property cq quality, except for the first two which are zomgzorz good)

• Motorpsycho
• The Mars Volta
• Queens of the Stone Age
• Pink Floyd
• Foo Fighters
• The Decemberists
• Wolfmother
• Snow Patrol
• Arctic Monkeys
• Interpol
• Trentemöller
• Venetian Snares
• Thom Yorke
• Björk
• Laika
• Gorillaz
• Stereolab
• Vive la Fête
• The Postal Service
• Jem
• Nada Surf
• The Editors
• Ladytron
• The Cure

I’m not even counting the new blood transfused into already present artists such as Radiohead, Autechre, Hooverphonic, and Portishead. Pleasedly, I predict this a trend that will not end very soon, but in the mean time I find myself a little unfamiliar with my own music. I wish to spend some quality time in the dark with my most precious albums, but this relative deluge of new audio is distracting me. This pond is being stirred, and I notice it.

But on the other hand, it fits with my new personal philosophy of More Firsts. Currently, I’m undergoing light peer pressure to create a last.fm account. But eh. We’ll see aboat that.

Other Half

Yes, I need a girl but why the fuck moan about it here?

That’s Overlap By Manyview

Something sneakily samesimilar in certain speakages such so several sightly shapes segue slightly sans separation.

Glyphit

I am urged to produce some output, but I cannot quite envision whether it should textual, graphical, codial, drawal, verbal, vocal, tactile, expressial, visual, organizial.

owwwwaaaiiiieeeeeeeee

Autechre are insane.

You don’t actually hear this, unless you have really good equipment and really good ears.