May 2005 Archives

The film tells a relatively simple story of their friendship and rivalry as they discovered the excitement of ever-more challenging skating stunts - notably when they began riding the walls of empty pools during a Southern California drought - and began inspiring a generation of skaters who followed their lead.

that's from the NYT about the film Lords of Dogtown.

and interesting because just i was reading yesterday in the New Yorker about proponents of Intelligent Design:

Behe’s main claim is that cells are complex not just in degree but in kind. Cells contain structures that are “irreducibly complex.” This means that if you remove any single part from such a structure, the structure no longer functions. Behe offers a simple, nonbiological example of an irreducibly complex object: the mousetrap. A mousetrap has several parts -- platform, spring, catch, hammer, and hold-down bar -- and all of them have to be in place for the trap to work. If you remove the spring from a mousetrap, it isn’t slightly worse at killing mice; it doesn’t kill them at all.

of course those who believe in evolution (referred to as "scientists") point out that things can evolve for one purpose and then be adapted for another.

like, say, a swimming pool. empty because of a drought. why would that evolve or be created? an empty swimming pool? with complex curves and steep sides? it's totally useless unless... filled with water. but if you happen to have a skateboard and it exists...

boom. it's thrasher.

yoda was good. everything else was as gourmet as velveeta. either boring or unintentionally hysterical. i actually thought it was worse than episode II. and certainly not as good as Return of the Jedi. RTJ had Han Solo in it. and Leia. those were characters i cared about. Jedi was silly, but i was invested in the battles -- it meant something to me.

this crap? this crap was crap.

so now that lucas has taken a messy poo all over what was once rightfully adored, why don't you write what episodes I-III should have been like? that's what yoda would want. how can you say no to yoda?

write a better script. where jedi are actually aware enough to smell a rat. where anikan has a reason to sell his soul other than, "i had a bad dream." where the heroine is something slightly more than a half-off clothing rack. write the scripts then find a way to film them. or animate them in flash. for free. on the web.

if they can remake dukes of hazzard, you can remake star wars. it may not be legal, but if it's GOOD maybe that's what it will take to motivate the citizens to change the laws. demand creates change. so just start it and put it out there so people can build it together, like linux, like the web.

until then, i'll just watch Empire every so often. and carry a pocketful of rocks in case i run into lucas on the street.

i've been thinking a lot about evolution lately. (i mean, someone has to take up the slack from pennsylvania.) and today is our annual punk rock kick ball game. and last night i was at the dinner for barlebee's marine bio lab.

these events in unison have me thinking about the flounder.

that's a flounder.

it's a fish. a flounder fish. a fish that feeds on the bottom. it spends so much time on the bottom that its frickin' EYES have migrated. it swims perpendicularly to how a regular fish swims. on its side. and over the years, rather than have one eye always to the ground, it evolved to have both eyes on one side of its head.

talking with rich, we decide shy people better be careful. if you spend too much time with your back to the wall, and have kids with other shy people who spend too much time with their back to the wall -- maybe in a few hundred thousand years your progeny will evolve to have both eyes on one side of their head.

then they can pose for picasso's progeny.

if you're on the computer today, you should instead dress like a punk and come down to holly park (south of bernal) around two to play some punk rock kick ball. just bring some can beer for throwing, and you'll be welcome.

if you don't, you could end up with flounder eyes.

now i'm thinking about putting together a script for an animated short about our evolutionary descendants -- the flounder dudes and... what else? any ideas?

i'm still reading The Ancestor's Tale by Dawkins. it's still freaking me out.

in the past week, i've seen how i'm related to fungi and plants. yesterday's chapter heading was titled: uncertain.

i'm related to uncertain things.

this weekend we went up to the russian river for adam's birthday. he turned old years old so we sat in the hot tub and played board games to celebrate.

we all went to bed at midnight after we did our homework.

'cause we're hard rock.

we also watched an old bill cosby video.

that's right. i said video. VIDEO. as in tape.

'cause we're soft rock!

i have a new fascination.

it's this lil web site that automatically displays the latest forty images posted by Live Journal users. (potentially NSFW)

it answers that age old question, "what the hell are those damn kids up to, anyway?"

for example, at this exact moment the damn kids are up to:

yesterday was full of the hoopty-hoo.

firstly, in the second dullest ceremony of all time, my glorio-grandest fiancee took another step towards world domination by becoming a citizen of this brick-house nation. that's three citizenships under her belt!

it was a two hour ceremony. the first hour consisted of some tired bureaucrat explaining slowly and repetitively that the certificate of naturalization was not something you should 1) mail off to anyone, 2) sell to terrorists, 3) use to wrap a particularly nice piece of mutton.

really. he did that for an hour. i think he also mentioned something about passports. then we watched the world's cheesiest music video. i believe it was called, "America, Fuck Yeah!"

yeah, sure. i like the night life. i like to boogie. that's why i did some hustle-hustle, some looky-loo and worked up a dancin' plan for this past weekend.

i wrote mr. bagel an email. i was alluring. i said, "hey. let's go see some music on friday! bring that woman you married. i'll bring the woman i'm going to marry. it will be a 'double date'!" so chic. so 2005. hottt, baby, hottt!

he said, "yes."

communication! it rocks!

today is 5/5/5. 555! the five-five-five!

it's almost the number of the beast. so it's the number of the beat. or the number of the east.

what does that mean?!?

probably nothing. but if you're a drummer from hoboken, watch out. today is your day! or you're going to be eaten by termites. either way. it's hard to tell. i'm not a numerologist. fuck off.

i present to you the 2005 Co-ed Senior League Roof Bowling Champions!

we had a wee scare this weekend. an "everything we've planned for the wedding needs to be scrapped" scare.

the kind of scare that makes you think fondly of vegas and the elvis chapel of love.

during the thick of it, bartlebee said something to the effect of: "why are we doing all this anyway? why do i have some white dress? why am getting a bouqet? why are we ordering a fancy cake? what is the point?"

our friends s&s recently got engaged. their big plan is to get wedlocked in bali where they'll be this summer. no huge hullaballo. go to bali. tie knots. then throw some fiesta-type party here in the fall.