09.24.09

just ask jeeves . . .

Posted in words at 6:51 pm by electricvishnu

so today i go to ask.com – they ditched the british butler guy, or rather,
he left and got paid and is back on askjeeves.com all fancy schmancy and mr. charcoal gray business suit and such [who knew?]

this is certainly not my searcher of choice as i was rather insulted back in the day with the whole “just ask jeeves a question and you’ll find everything you ever wanted to know out” schtick, but the seven letter input into my address bar brought me there.

i start typing in “when . . .” because the question was asked in my office of when, exactly, mr jeeves [or was jeeves his first name?] and ask went their separate ways.

below are the 8 search suggestions that followed “when” [try it at home kids!]:

when will the world end
when does twilight come out on dvd
when will i get my stimulus check
when is the best time to get pregnant
when is the world going to end
when is my due date
when do women ovulate
when do i ovulate

“why” gives us:

why is a four leaf clover lucky
why is the sky blue
why do men cheat
why do dogs eat grass
why are gas prices so high
why is my computer so slow
why did chris brown beat up rihanna
why am i so tired

. . . america! fuck yeah?

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09.23.09

Posted in goings on at 7:29 am by electricvishnu

[image via africadunc (flickr)]

Red dust over Sydney « Flickr Blog

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09.21.09

johnny dims plays “goodbye reykjavik”

Posted in hot jams at 6:52 pm by electricvishnu

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09.18.09

green bottles + elevators [alternate]

Posted in hot jams at 5:35 pm by electricvishnu

via johndim227

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09.16.09

is it skynet yet? [volume 2.1]

Posted in linksesus at 5:54 pm by electricvishnu

via
[Digital Urban: Dynamic 3D Models in Google Earth: Traffic and Pedestrian Visualisation]

digital urban might be the niftiest page ever

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09.13.09

a few notes on or about a predawn drive to and from jfk airport

Posted in words at 6:41 am by electricvishnu

there is something to be said about that time of day between late night and early morning. there is a period of time when the light is almost imperceptible, before it can even start to creep into day. it’s the time when all the yogis and other similarly mystically augmented persons sneak up and out and find some meditative space in the universe . . .

so my car travels on the clearview expressway, and my head is neither. just before that – the comedown from the throgs neck gives me a good look at that flat swath of land with this pale-lowdensitysodium-orange canopy [but it's far too toxic to be a canopy] above it. long island is a lockbox for a lot of things. however there has been redemption and i’ll stop with my complaining about it [i wouldn't want to piss more poison in the well (like the lightness that taints the cool silvers and purples of the new york night)] and there has to be . . . so my mind is now on travels and the act of fleeing and how airports and train stations and other nodes similar are such temples of this ideal of impermanence and transience . . . and it’s the time – somewhere past 4:45am now and it’s the perfect time to get out of ones head but somehow it seems much harder. it’s predawn grue and it’s almost the equinox and every september ever comes like a slide-show
[autumn (or the fall) is the most emo season]
i wouldn’t call it excruciating – but i’d say it lies somewhere near the neighborhood of really real
and there must be forgiveness – or redemption – or something – because the world is a small crowded rock and it’d be bad form to add more of that [especially in lands of lockboxes]
open letters? like these songs – and somewhere past 5am i debate the question of lead synth or lead guitar [and then strat or sg?] in “175th” – i think it should be a tasteful mix of both

more cittas on definitive words, on answers, on following-up and following-through [but don't sequels always suck? sorry jc and friends], on this hyper-entrenching of the tweet, the facebook, and the blog, and all respective -ospheres and on the answer, and on the word, on jfp.

just fucking play / just find peace

so the sun has already come up – sky is blue – not quite azure – listening to matthew good’s new album, vancouver and it’s fucking great and so is that city and i guess i could get there on a plane via jfk or ewr or just putting on these headphones and typing

and being awake right before the sunrise does shout “irrefutable” truth that existence is indeed in one uncomplicated, one dimensional, linear stream on good-ol’ axis t. and by transitive property, so flows the life of a human being. but i still have my doubts.

i don’t think the world should be promised and given. it’s sort of a bogus gift. if someone offered me the world i’d ask for everything but. it’s a wobbly spinning rock, crowded and displeasing to the senses a lot of the time, and anything truly beautiful and special most certainly germinated elsewhere [even when that elsewhere is just in some special fold of space-time between here and here on a drive to and from jfk airport right before the sun rises, right before nirodha.

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09.12.09

Posted in words at 7:46 pm by electricvishnu

yeah . . .

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09.11.09

blueprint of hype?

Posted in words about non-words at 5:00 pm by electricvishnu

there has been much twit-buzz around my neck of the digital woods about this blueprint 3 (or is that blueprint iii) album by the uber-prolific shawn carter, aka jay-z.

how does one mass-market a product (specifically, musical) in such a way that generates the most buzz without seeming outdated and lame [what the hell was with all this 9 9 09 beatles crap? i love the beatles but gimme a break. i will do a google search for the numerical significance (1 after 909?) a few moments after hitting Post and will probably say "oh." because there was something obvious that i'm missing here. so i apologize in advance for being a be-at-les n00b. i dig the beatles. i dig them entirely, but . . . i'm not about to run out and celebrate some phony day by buying useless crap i don't need [hahaha that was unintentional, i swear]

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but i’m honestly intrigued. i heard some (new?) jay-z song on the car ride home and my shazam couldn’t shazam it and it was a terrific jam – a new york city boast with a sad undertone and what sounded like real guitar tones under some half-broken-soul singing (whatever that means?)

[nytimes, about the hype-generation machine]