Archive for June, 2007

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WiFi as a business model?

June 21, 2007

I arrived in Trenton about half an hour ago for work.  The big event is this coming weekend.  Anyway, I pull out my computer to try and get online.  I get out the usually obligatory LAN cable and connect it to my computer and the port in the wall.  I try to get online, and nothing.  Nothing except “Page not found” that is.

And then it happens, “None of your trusted wireless networks could be found, would you like to join TR11?”

Umm, yes?

Apparently the Travelodge here provides free wireless for its guests.  No stupid inserting credit cards or charging it to the room.  No hassles with having to plug into the wall.  Just free internet.

Suddenly I like travelodge a lot more.

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Question.

June 19, 2007

Is the opposite of an instigator and outstagator?  I’m just curious.

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Writing Lyrics.

June 17, 2007

I’m working on an acoustic song right now.  So far it is mediocre at best.  But in the middle of writing the lyrics I had a thought.  I think writing lyrics is intellectual nudism.  You have have an exhibitionist streak to be willing to take these thoughts and melodies, attach extremely personal words, and then put them in front of those willing to listen.  Which is why most of my songs end up becoming highly dramatized, third person stories.  I don’t want people that close to my heart.

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Google Slideshows in Docs?

June 12, 2007

You can now open an attached powerpoint presentation right in your browser with Gmail.  This begs the question:  How long before you can make a slideshow in Google Docs?

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Black Holes of the Internet

June 11, 2007

This is cool.  Apparently at any given point up to ten percent of the internet is unreachable from other points of the internet.

I think what is most fascinating about this story is that there are people researching the internet.  I had never even thought about the backbone of this thing I use rather frequently.  I think for many people the internet is a mystical tool that allows us to see through our screen into this alternate universe of information.  A tool that also allows us to look into other people’s lives, and to communicate with those we watch.  A tool that appears to be much more faulty than I had ever imagined.

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Acquanited with the Night.

June 10, 2007

I need to read more poetry.  So far the only poet I’ve really read to a decent extent is Coleridge.  But after posting the lyrics to the chorus of a song I’m working on recently.  Mr. Budlong, a former music teacher of mine, pointed out Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost.  This is a wonderful poem.  I now know where my Chapters gift card is going.

Acquainted with the Night
by: Robert Frost
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

From “New Hampshire”, 1923

Taken from here.

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I just wrote a song

June 8, 2007

I wrote a song about two days ago, and for the first time I’ve actually liked the lyrics I’ve written for it. They are based on the end of the novel “Neverwhere” by Neil Gaiman, which I really enjoyed. Let me know what you think.

Neverwhere

To say goodnight to endless city nights.
Buildings lit up without end
that reach to the heavens.
And all those lights can’t block out the night.
I’m walking still unseen
Beneath this city’s streets.