On my way back from climbing tonight I got what I consider to be the coolest thing you can get in SF and no where else: A CABLE CAR HIGH FIVE! Some kid riding the boards on an on coming car held up his hand, I understood, held mine up and we gave each other a high five at 19mph! Everyone on my car who saw it had a big smile on their face, one that probably looked like my own I'm sure.
Rock climbing at Mission Cliffs was even better tonight. It was busy as hell and Rosey couldn't make it out, both factors combined well because there was a guy there who needed a climbing buddy. I went up a 5.6 and 5.7 pretty smoothly this time, really got my feet into places where grabbing the next hold was a piece of pie.
So Josh went up this 5.10 in a corner. It seemed pretty straight forward, and when you needed an extra hold or footing you can always smear on the wall for a transition. So up I went, and I got through the first two thirds without much trouble save a long reach half way. Then I got stuck. Rather than burning out, I yielded to the wall and came down. Josh complimented me, saying it was a big jump from 5.7 to a 5.10, and we called it a night trading business cards on the way out.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Arrested Development Season 3
Season 3 of Arrested Development is genius! The entire season is all about the funny stuff that happened in the first two seasons and then building on top of that. The drawback is that you have to watch the first two seasons where I laughed a small laugh every other episode. However, in season 3, when the whole family was doing their own chicken impersonation, none of which were anything standard, I knew I was in for a treat.
So now I see why everyone thought I'd love the show. I work the same way. My humor is powerless to those that don't know me. On those that I've spent some time and developed some back story with, those people will know what it means to get a Will-Read-ab-workout.
My breath smells like hotdogs.
So now I see why everyone thought I'd love the show. I work the same way. My humor is powerless to those that don't know me. On those that I've spent some time and developed some back story with, those people will know what it means to get a Will-Read-ab-workout.
My breath smells like hotdogs.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Rock Flying
Today I joined Rosey (from Wine Bunch) at Mission Cliffs for some fun fun rock climbing action. I remembered how to tie in, but my climbing sucks. I barely made it up a 5.6, and back in the day I was jumping up 5.10's. Rosey however, went up the walls with a lot more grace and ease. The gym is great, lots of routs, great floor (easy to walk on, but seems soft enough if you ended up crashing on it). Plus they also have the standard workout type equipment. If you show up alone they'll also announce that you're looking for a climbing partner. I like climbing because it's thinking and exercise, kind of like fencing in a way, but slower.
Then, after some lunch in the Mission, Rosey and I parted ways (she was off to pick up a violin and then move into her new apartment). I then made my way out to Chrissy Field and got my kite up in the air. It was great, laying in the grass, shorts, t-shirt, and some lite rock streaming on my iPhone. When I started to get cold from the wind I packed it up, and then went over and helped a guy who had walked by earlier with a kite like mine and seemed to be having some trouble. He had a knot, so I helped him untangle it, launched him a few times, then gave him some pointers. We talked a little about kite surfing and I was on my way. The wind is back, so it's just a matter of time before get on the water myself. I can't wait!
Then, after some lunch in the Mission, Rosey and I parted ways (she was off to pick up a violin and then move into her new apartment). I then made my way out to Chrissy Field and got my kite up in the air. It was great, laying in the grass, shorts, t-shirt, and some lite rock streaming on my iPhone. When I started to get cold from the wind I packed it up, and then went over and helped a guy who had walked by earlier with a kite like mine and seemed to be having some trouble. He had a knot, so I helped him untangle it, launched him a few times, then gave him some pointers. We talked a little about kite surfing and I was on my way. The wind is back, so it's just a matter of time before get on the water myself. I can't wait!
Friday, March 27, 2009
Something Old
Sometime Thursday night I realized I'm the me I haven't seen in almost a decade! The me that yells on the streets and has his friends cover his mouth. The me that tells jokes in group settings, aweful jokes, if only to amuse himself. The me that finds his company laughing as a result. The me that doesn't care if people don't want to laugh. The me that is himself and isn't afraid of scaring people away.The me that curses, and just speaks with more color in general.
Things must be going well if I'm that person. I must have friends that I can count on, that I can hang out with effortlessly who are close by. I must be happy with what I'm doing. I must be challenged. I must be comfortable, at home. I must also be fairly free of people who depend on me to run things. Footloose and fancy free.
I've thought about mismatching my shoes again. I want people to know I'm "that guy" and not just "some guy". I want to stand out.
Things must be going well if I'm that person. I must have friends that I can count on, that I can hang out with effortlessly who are close by. I must be happy with what I'm doing. I must be challenged. I must be comfortable, at home. I must also be fairly free of people who depend on me to run things. Footloose and fancy free.
I've thought about mismatching my shoes again. I want people to know I'm "that guy" and not just "some guy". I want to stand out.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Train Win!
So holy shit! There's a train that runs from Oakland (BART accessible from San Fran) to LA and Seattle!!!!!! It's called the Coast Starlight. I haven't checked prices or times, but it would seem like my visitable friend circle just got a whole lot bigger. P.S. Disney Land, July 24th, here I come!!!!
Update: Tickets are roughly $50 each way, the ride is roughly 11 hours, and most schedules from here to LA involve bus-train-bus action (but there is one direct route most days). On the plus side, this route will receive funding from the stimulus package.
Update: Tickets are roughly $50 each way, the ride is roughly 11 hours, and most schedules from here to LA involve bus-train-bus action (but there is one direct route most days). On the plus side, this route will receive funding from the stimulus package.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Pairing
At work, we pair program. It's better than code reviews because it's inline. Someone always knows what I'm doing, and he can offer advice as I go. He can steer me clear of potential pitfalls. He keeps me honest. My pair is always up to speed and so it is easy to talk to him about the thing I'm working on because he's a part of that too. In return I do the same things for my pair, whoever it might be that day.
I think a good relationship is a lot like pair programming. Someone who is an active part of my life. I don't have to bring her up to speed because she's there every step of the way. I pull on her experience to help me when I get stuck. I give her a chance to rest while I drive for a bit. In return, she gets the same things from me.
I want to find my pair someday.
I think a good relationship is a lot like pair programming. Someone who is an active part of my life. I don't have to bring her up to speed because she's there every step of the way. I pull on her experience to help me when I get stuck. I give her a chance to rest while I drive for a bit. In return, she gets the same things from me.
I want to find my pair someday.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Ten Months in SF
I'm quickly coming up n ten months in the city by the bay. I don't know what to say about it except that it still feels new, but strangely comfortable all at the same time. June 9th will be a full year. I moved in just in time for the warm season, and that was really fantastic.
I haven't missed my car once. There was a chunk of time where I wondered if I would have spent more time living in SF unemployed than I was employed. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. I haven't fenced.
My views of technology and politics are skewed, not from a personal stand point, but what the population at large thinks. Everyone in my office, literally, has an iPhone. I've come to expect people to be able to surf the web anywhere. Similarly, I feel like everyone loved Obama, wants gay marriage and marijuana legalized, but I know that's not the case.
I still ride the cable car as often as I can. Thanks to my new job, I get a monthly pass mailed to me at a pre-tax rate. Aside from someone I know through Euchre, I'm the only native who rides it religiously. Standing on the sideboards is the best, if you're not riding outside, you're better off walking.
I haven't missed my car once. There was a chunk of time where I wondered if I would have spent more time living in SF unemployed than I was employed. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. I haven't fenced.
My views of technology and politics are skewed, not from a personal stand point, but what the population at large thinks. Everyone in my office, literally, has an iPhone. I've come to expect people to be able to surf the web anywhere. Similarly, I feel like everyone loved Obama, wants gay marriage and marijuana legalized, but I know that's not the case.
I still ride the cable car as often as I can. Thanks to my new job, I get a monthly pass mailed to me at a pre-tax rate. Aside from someone I know through Euchre, I'm the only native who rides it religiously. Standing on the sideboards is the best, if you're not riding outside, you're better off walking.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
St. Patrick's Day Is My Favorite Holiday Ever
And this one was no exception. I don't know where to start because I'm not yet sure where it'll end. I guess I'll start at noon when I read an email from Magurany. He asked me if I was going to be wearing my blinking bow tie that day. My plans had been to just rock my "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirt and leave the dress clothes for another year. Closer to five, Lara txts me with "Irish Bank" which I take to mean that she's at the bar called Irish Bank, and I'm to join her there. Six rolls around and I'm ready to go. I Google the Irish Bank as I walk out of the office, just a few blocks up Grant in some alley.
Back story: When I was a junior in high school, a Michelle came from Europe and took my favorite hat and gave me kisses. I got a new favorite hat just a week ago.
I meet and greet Lara, Geoff, Alan, (all from my Jobvite days) and some other folks I know. I get sent for beer and I make the mistake of going inside. What seems like two days later I emerge with a Guinness in each fist. At this point I'm armed to the teeth with green beads. They served me well in Chicago where I picked up a set on the street. So I gave Lara one string for a kiss on the cheek. Then some lady walked over get in a photo of her friends. She snapped one off, then she looked at me with that "would you take a picture for me so I can be in it" face. I obliged, and we talked long enough for me to give her some beads and get another cheek kiss. I turned my attention to the people I knew, but she stuck around to talk to some of them.
She was Irish, like flew in to visit the US kind of Irish. Was staying with a mutual friend and a couple of other people from Ireland. My friends disbanded since some had been drinking for five hours (it was only 7pm) and so I decided to jump ship to make a pit stop at home. I rebased my stomach with some quickly prepared ramen, and thought about Magurany, and how I really ought to break out my bow tie. After throwing on two undershirts, a long sleeved waffle weave shirt and finally the collared shirt, I pulled up my suspenders, clipped my bow tie, and turned on the lights.
I decided to go back to Irish Bank. Maybe my friends would return, maybe I'd meet someone else I knew, or maybe I'd go talk to that Irish girl if she was still there. She was still there, so talk I did.There was more bead commerce between us, but the kiss was much better this time. Afterward, she wasn't too shy about grabbing my hat when she went to buy us shots, and I wasn't ready to put up a fight since she'd given me the best snogging of my evening. If i had known her name was Michelle at this point in the evening, I might have been more protective.
I'm slowing down because my stomach is telling me to reduce my rate of intake and considering going home when her friends invite me to follow them to Page, an Irish bar on Divisadero and Haight. It's a good three uphill miles from my place and I'm fresh out of cash to get home, so unless I leave before midnight, I'm walking home.
It's twelve oh five now. I'm walking. Might as well enjoy it.
After spending my last seven dollars on a pint that I really only looked at for the next hour, the snogging resumes. Things are going... "well" for me and Michelle at this point in the evening, and I decide to hit the head one last time. Already most of her mates (that's Irish speak for friends) have parted, so it's just Michelle and one other girl. The line at the men's room is long for some unknown reason, and when I'm done in there she's gone. I look thr0ugh the whole bar, no Michelle, no mate, no hat. I didn't get a number or anything. I'm sure at some point I shrugged to no one, and then headed home.
It was one in the morning, I knew I had at least an hour of walking to do. It wasn't cold outside, but I wouldn't say it was warm either. I pulled down my sleeves and began my trek. I passed some other people in green, mine was all but gone at this point. My shirt was untucked, covering my suspenders that now hung at my sides. My bow tie was in my pocket, the beads had been "confiscated" because when they were on my belt loops, they apparently were "too gay", and I was hatless.
I was on Divisadero approaching Fulton wondering if somehow I'd bump into Michelle on my way home, or if I'd ever see my hat again, like if I went to Ireland some day. In my semi-intoxicated and distracted state I noticed a skateboarder ahead. He didn't seem to know where he was going, so I took a step toward the curb. I noticed he was with a girl, now directly in front of me, with a tree between us. I figured I'd have to walk in the street to get around them and get on my way home. But with perfect timing and grace she stopped walking, moved to the side, and apologized for the skate boarder. I had plenty of time and space when I said "Thank you". I made no further changes to my course, and continued the remaining uneventful adventure.
By that time I had concocted a plan to post on Craigslist's "Missed Connections" to see if Michelle might want to meet up, let me say good bye, or at least return my hat. Consequently, I've been checking like a crazy person, hoping not to miss my last shot to see her. Tonight, I ran across this posting by some girl: Walking on Fulton Weds. Evening:
She's talking about me. Off by a block, but me none the less. So I wrote her back with a picture and some details. I'm hoping we'll do coffee or something soon. Like I said before, I don't know how this story ends yet. I've got five days to see my hat, and maybe this girl with her bike, who knows!?!?!
Maybe my life really is "an adventure".
Back story: When I was a junior in high school, a Michelle came from Europe and took my favorite hat and gave me kisses. I got a new favorite hat just a week ago.
I meet and greet Lara, Geoff, Alan, (all from my Jobvite days) and some other folks I know. I get sent for beer and I make the mistake of going inside. What seems like two days later I emerge with a Guinness in each fist. At this point I'm armed to the teeth with green beads. They served me well in Chicago where I picked up a set on the street. So I gave Lara one string for a kiss on the cheek. Then some lady walked over get in a photo of her friends. She snapped one off, then she looked at me with that "would you take a picture for me so I can be in it" face. I obliged, and we talked long enough for me to give her some beads and get another cheek kiss. I turned my attention to the people I knew, but she stuck around to talk to some of them.
She was Irish, like flew in to visit the US kind of Irish. Was staying with a mutual friend and a couple of other people from Ireland. My friends disbanded since some had been drinking for five hours (it was only 7pm) and so I decided to jump ship to make a pit stop at home. I rebased my stomach with some quickly prepared ramen, and thought about Magurany, and how I really ought to break out my bow tie. After throwing on two undershirts, a long sleeved waffle weave shirt and finally the collared shirt, I pulled up my suspenders, clipped my bow tie, and turned on the lights.
I decided to go back to Irish Bank. Maybe my friends would return, maybe I'd meet someone else I knew, or maybe I'd go talk to that Irish girl if she was still there. She was still there, so talk I did.There was more bead commerce between us, but the kiss was much better this time. Afterward, she wasn't too shy about grabbing my hat when she went to buy us shots, and I wasn't ready to put up a fight since she'd given me the best snogging of my evening. If i had known her name was Michelle at this point in the evening, I might have been more protective.
I'm slowing down because my stomach is telling me to reduce my rate of intake and considering going home when her friends invite me to follow them to Page, an Irish bar on Divisadero and Haight. It's a good three uphill miles from my place and I'm fresh out of cash to get home, so unless I leave before midnight, I'm walking home.
It's twelve oh five now. I'm walking. Might as well enjoy it.
After spending my last seven dollars on a pint that I really only looked at for the next hour, the snogging resumes. Things are going... "well" for me and Michelle at this point in the evening, and I decide to hit the head one last time. Already most of her mates (that's Irish speak for friends) have parted, so it's just Michelle and one other girl. The line at the men's room is long for some unknown reason, and when I'm done in there she's gone. I look thr0ugh the whole bar, no Michelle, no mate, no hat. I didn't get a number or anything. I'm sure at some point I shrugged to no one, and then headed home.
It was one in the morning, I knew I had at least an hour of walking to do. It wasn't cold outside, but I wouldn't say it was warm either. I pulled down my sleeves and began my trek. I passed some other people in green, mine was all but gone at this point. My shirt was untucked, covering my suspenders that now hung at my sides. My bow tie was in my pocket, the beads had been "confiscated" because when they were on my belt loops, they apparently were "too gay", and I was hatless.
I was on Divisadero approaching Fulton wondering if somehow I'd bump into Michelle on my way home, or if I'd ever see my hat again, like if I went to Ireland some day. In my semi-intoxicated and distracted state I noticed a skateboarder ahead. He didn't seem to know where he was going, so I took a step toward the curb. I noticed he was with a girl, now directly in front of me, with a tree between us. I figured I'd have to walk in the street to get around them and get on my way home. But with perfect timing and grace she stopped walking, moved to the side, and apologized for the skate boarder. I had plenty of time and space when I said "Thank you". I made no further changes to my course, and continued the remaining uneventful adventure.
By that time I had concocted a plan to post on Craigslist's "Missed Connections" to see if Michelle might want to meet up, let me say good bye, or at least return my hat. Consequently, I've been checking like a crazy person, hoping not to miss my last shot to see her. Tonight, I ran across this posting by some girl: Walking on Fulton Weds. Evening:
Hey, okay so this is pretty lame but worth a try, I was just walking home with my friend, I was walking my bike and my friend had a skateboard. We were on Fulton, I think between Brodrick and Baker.
We stopped and you walked between us because there was not enough room for all of us on the sidewalk in that particular spot, and you very politely said thank you.
You have to excuse us, my friend was a little drunk, and we were acting very childish at the moment, and giggling super loud about stupid things. Just one of those days I guess.
Anyway, I was kind of in awe, you had an amazing smile, and I wasn't really expecting to run into any extremely good looking people at the moment, so I really had nothing good to say.
Well, I hope you have a good night, and maybe I will run into you on the sidewalk again and not act like a little kid.
She's talking about me. Off by a block, but me none the less. So I wrote her back with a picture and some details. I'm hoping we'll do coffee or something soon. Like I said before, I don't know how this story ends yet. I've got five days to see my hat, and maybe this girl with her bike, who knows!?!?!
Maybe my life really is "an adventure".
Monday, March 16, 2009
Organs
Sometimes people "listen to their heart", or in times of rationalization they "listen to their head".
Why don't people ever say "I'm listening to my ears"? They seem the best thing to listen to, since they actually do the hearing.
Why don't people ever say "I'm listening to my ears"? They seem the best thing to listen to, since they actually do the hearing.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Maybe
Maybe I have a very good grip on who I am, but what I lack is a grip on where I came from.
I look at an old high school acquaintance with a very Polish last name, who got married, to a very Polish guy. I have no idea how much of that consciously factored into her decision, but I doubt it was coincidence either. I feel like if I knew what my birth parents were like, what kinds of foods they enjoy, who they keep company with, I might have a better idea of where I'm heading in life. At the same time, I feel like that's totally irrational, that I'm looking for a quick way out. How can I reasonably expect genetic material to determine the course of my life?
I look at an old high school acquaintance with a very Polish last name, who got married, to a very Polish guy. I have no idea how much of that consciously factored into her decision, but I doubt it was coincidence either. I feel like if I knew what my birth parents were like, what kinds of foods they enjoy, who they keep company with, I might have a better idea of where I'm heading in life. At the same time, I feel like that's totally irrational, that I'm looking for a quick way out. How can I reasonably expect genetic material to determine the course of my life?
Friday, March 13, 2009
Dear UMPC, Netbook, MIMD Makers,
My name is Will Read. I know what I want, and none of you suckers are making it. Do as i say and you'll bank millions.
Basically, I want to throw this thing in my pocket and be able to listen to music and take and make phone calls without pulling it out. When it is in my hands, I want to watch movies from Netflix, surf the web, edit my docs on google, send email with a fair amount of ease, IM my friends, and get some hot-map action to get me where I'm going (on foot, bus, or by car). I should be able to document my life with photos and video, and teleconference with someone if needed. I want to hook it up to my TV when I want to share stuff with people. Leave off the pointing device. My finger will do the walking, or I can bluetooth in a mouse if I really need it.
This is what I have wanted for the last three years. It's what people don't yet know that they want, but once you put it in their hands, you'll win. I'd pay $1500 for such a device, but I think the price point for most is going to be closer to $1000 to replace their computer, phone, and camera in one awesome device.
- 5-7" wide-screen
- Should fit in a standard guy's pocket. The ladies can throw it in their purse.
- 802.11a/b/g/n or as many as you can
- Access to a cell network, 3G, 3.5G, HSPA, whatever, but I better be able to switch carriers pretty easily
- Bluetooth with:
- Stereo audio
- Wireless controls (play, pause, volume, skip, etc)
- Touch screen with multi-touch
- Web-based apps. I don't need MS Office when I can rock Google Apps. Do one better and make your OS run only web based apps like Palm's WebOS and you're golden.
- Speaking of OS, windows is no good on a 5" screen if you want me to use my finger (and you want me to use my finger). Something in the line of Ubuntu mobile would be cool. Make the text and icons friendly for me to use. Create stuff like pinching and scrolling. I like to use my finger.
- Built in microphone
- Headphone jack
- Built in speakers that don't sound like a tin can on a string
- Keyboard, I feel like I could get away with a software keyboard, but it shouldn't cut into my viewing real estate. Slide up to reveal physical keyboard is fine. Samsung's Q1 split thumb board on the sides is good too.
- Back lit keyboard. I will be typing in the dark
- HDMI out. Don't make me connect an audio cable and VGA.
- At least 2GB of RAM. 4 GB would be better
- SSD, moving parts are for the weak. But that said, I'm putting my media and docs on the internet, so don't try to sell me a 60GB SSD for hundreds of dollars. 32GB is fine.
- USB ports. At least two. I'll use them, I promise.
- Built in GPS and a good turn-by-turn map service.
- Web cam, 320x240 at 30fps, no bull shitting me here
- Photo cam, 1.3 Megapixels should be fine. Give me a flash and zoom too. i don't want to carry around this big thing just to take blurry images.
- Leave off the Ethernet jack. The whole point is I don't want to be wired.
Basically, I want to throw this thing in my pocket and be able to listen to music and take and make phone calls without pulling it out. When it is in my hands, I want to watch movies from Netflix, surf the web, edit my docs on google, send email with a fair amount of ease, IM my friends, and get some hot-map action to get me where I'm going (on foot, bus, or by car). I should be able to document my life with photos and video, and teleconference with someone if needed. I want to hook it up to my TV when I want to share stuff with people. Leave off the pointing device. My finger will do the walking, or I can bluetooth in a mouse if I really need it.
This is what I have wanted for the last three years. It's what people don't yet know that they want, but once you put it in their hands, you'll win. I'd pay $1500 for such a device, but I think the price point for most is going to be closer to $1000 to replace their computer, phone, and camera in one awesome device.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Spent an Afternoon in Prision
This past Sunday I was holed up in a cell in the nation's most notorious prision: ALCATRAZ. Did you know it was a national park? Did you know it started off as a Civil War fort? Since they were set up to hold prisioners, it eventually lost the cannons and just became a holding place. Did you know that the warden and his family and many of the guards lived on the island? Did you know you can take a sweet audio tour of the cell house? Did you know that it arguably has one of the best views of San Francisco? I know all of these things now.
The Dickersons were in town and Matt had it on his list to go. I'm not sure i would have made the trip if it was just me, but I'm glad I went. They also talked about a wide variety of birds that lived on the island, but I could only spot the sea gulls. One of the things that got my brain juices flowing was that Alcatraz was added to the national prison system as a result of the Great Depression/Prohibition and it gave me pause about our current economic times. It seems like it might be easy to make a choice that resulted in a new kind of crime, like deciding that alcohol should be outlawed.
Here's a link to the ALBUM of my photos from the island:
The Dickersons were in town and Matt had it on his list to go. I'm not sure i would have made the trip if it was just me, but I'm glad I went. They also talked about a wide variety of birds that lived on the island, but I could only spot the sea gulls. One of the things that got my brain juices flowing was that Alcatraz was added to the national prison system as a result of the Great Depression/Prohibition and it gave me pause about our current economic times. It seems like it might be easy to make a choice that resulted in a new kind of crime, like deciding that alcohol should be outlawed.
Here's a link to the ALBUM of my photos from the island:
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New Hat!
I got a new hat, and it's exactly the hat I've been wanting since high school. It's not a base ball cap, and it isn't an old man hat, it's some crazy hybrid, but still tweed. I've put all of my other hats away.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Watchmen
The Dickersons and I went to the AMC Metreon and saw an 11:30 showing of Watchmen on Friday night. I enjoyed the movie for the visual effects, the general story, but I really liked the line of questions Matt came up with afterward. Questions like "Does the ends justify the means?" and "Could you live with a lie?". I might be spoiling the movie in the next few lines here so you may want to abandon ship if you don't want to know what happens.
Matt thought that everyone feels like Night Owl is easy to identify with in regards to his struggle to do good, but to deal with the wrong his fellow mask did in order to preserve the peace. I felt like I didn't have any night owl in me at all. I felt more like Rorschach, where all of life is black and white, where he always was comfortable with his actions, where he always adhered to his principles. I like that Rorschach wanted to get the truth out there, that it would then be in the hands of the people to decide what to do with it, how to behave. The Cold War, which was the cause for the uneasy peace, was an obfuscation, a hiding of the true intentions, no trust.
I also felt like if I had to pick, I'd take Rorschach at my side, even though he may seem a little psycho, over Dr. Manhattan who didn't really seem to care one way or the other. There's a lot of texts out there that claim in-aciton is just as evil, if not more so, than doing an evil act.
Matt thought that everyone feels like Night Owl is easy to identify with in regards to his struggle to do good, but to deal with the wrong his fellow mask did in order to preserve the peace. I felt like I didn't have any night owl in me at all. I felt more like Rorschach, where all of life is black and white, where he always was comfortable with his actions, where he always adhered to his principles. I like that Rorschach wanted to get the truth out there, that it would then be in the hands of the people to decide what to do with it, how to behave. The Cold War, which was the cause for the uneasy peace, was an obfuscation, a hiding of the true intentions, no trust.
I also felt like if I had to pick, I'd take Rorschach at my side, even though he may seem a little psycho, over Dr. Manhattan who didn't really seem to care one way or the other. There's a lot of texts out there that claim in-aciton is just as evil, if not more so, than doing an evil act.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Shoes
I find I'm much warmer overall now that I'm wearing shoes that aren't made of canvas. I know I shouldn't be surprised, but I am.
Monday, March 2, 2009
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