Thursday, February 13, 2003

My Friends All Are Cool...

Take for instance Brian. He's's Fag of the Week. That, along with a below topic, make me absolutely certain I am a second-class fag.

Or take Laurel (That's No-Site-Available Laurel) who just got a job at Time Warner Books as a Senior Editorial Assistant.

Or Ms Elle who wrote me a poem for Valentine's Day:

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had i the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Or Markleby who had already had and quit a job I'd kill for.

Or Laura Llew, who is now in "Too Cool for School" mood these days.

...But I Am Not

There is a yin to every yang, a hip for every twee:
I am 78% twee. This is quite twee. Find out for yourself here.
I am 70% Hip. This is just shy of the 72% needed to be an actual, certified Hipster. Test yourself here.

I am also a Performer according to the personality test here.
I am also 44% gay. How gay are you?

For both of the Spark tests, you can enter people's email address and compare yourselves with them. If you're smart, you can find mine here for that, but I'm not going to go advertizing my email address. I get enough porn ads as it is.

The result of the gay test, couple with Brian's achievement, has convinced me of my second class-ness. Phil, who speaks knowledgeably regularly of college sports, got a 43%.

On A Completely Different Note

I've been listening to tapes of my radio show lately.
This isn't as narcissistic as it seems. I don't hear me when I'm on the air, so my tapes give me a chance to see what I do good and, uh, what, uh, I do bad, uh. Fortunately, I'm fairly good at assembling sets of songs and seguing from one set to another. My voice is good when I'm stuttering or suffering massive bouts of aphasia.
But I discovered I talk about one person.
A lot.
Almost always I have some good reason to talk about them (they're way cool) but this much repitition makes me wonder just what I feel about them. I mean, I don't /think/ I have a crush on them.
But then again I am really bad at determining these things on my own.

(And yes, I know full well it's not grammatical to use 'them' in the above paragraph, but I don't feel like distinguishing gender at the moment.)

If you're up for whom I'm in love with a the moment, there are several. There's Brian that I work with (no Brian Joannou), whom nobody would know, and two Sinister boys, whom you all might and so you get no futher information. Niether is currently on the continent, so they're both completely unrealistic right now, which (paradoxically) makes them perfect crushes.

Cosmology is Fun!

From the Front Page of Yesterday's New York Times
I'm not actually going to say what was in the story (You're a Big Boy! You can Read!), but it was interesting and very important. I tried to talk about it on #sinister, but it went over like a lead balloon.

Essentially, it's a picture of the Universe from a very long time ago. It shows stars showed up much earlier than anyone predicted. Big honking stars that as they died created every element except Hydrogen.
The clusters they found also confirm a theory that minute imperfections seconds after creation helped form the galaxies and galactic clusters of today.
It also helps revise theage of the universe to about 13 billion years, give or take a percent.
Yep, Dr Who does it again, when ten years ago he celebrated the 13, 500, 020, 012th Birthday.

There's more in the article, about polarizing microwaves, but what struck me was this. Up until fairly recently, you could look out into the universe and seeing blazing light all through the heavens, the energy afterbirth of the Universe's creation in the form of radiation.
The handwriting of god, indeed.

Not that I believe in god, but I like the metaphor. I think I can look into the inexplicable and say "I don't know what that is" and not call it "God."

Cosmology though is terribly interesting. This article also goes to hint that the Universe is an open set (no two parallel lines will ever converge). This means that the Universe will keep expanding till all the energy in it runs out (Heat Death).
I like the idea of a Closed Set, where the Universe expands to a point (Red Shift) then contracts (Blue Shift) to a singularity (the Big Crunch) in the mirror image of the Big Bang. This means there's only one Universe that goes through an infinite amount of permutations.

This is without going into the idea of Ur-Universes, micro universes, pin galaxies or how there could be multiple universes or even how the universe could have created itself.

So settle for this: the Universe is shaped like a balloon. Think about it.. If it started as a point and then expands, it's one curved space (Einstienian Space/Time). With Nothing in the middle or the Outside, cause nothing exists outside the Universe, by definition.

Book of the day: Still Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The Dementor's Kiss: freaky. Now I wonder if there's Harry Potter slashfic, and guiltily, if it involves Oliver Wood. As it's technically a children's book, I do want to go round criticizing it, as long as it remains entertaining.

Word of the day: Bijou. Small and fine and fussy. Think tea cup poodles and lace doilies. Icky little word, isn't it?

Reason for today Laura Llew Rocks: "Attention Burglars: this is a linen closet, not a bedroom." Very clever. I approve.

Hmm. I drink too much and smoke too much and am broke again. But the WXDU-WXYC Prom is tomorrow night. Whoo-hoo!

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