Friday, December 12, 2008

New bike parts day!





My birthday present from my mom finally arrived (well, she let me buy it with her credit card).

SRAM Courier GXP Crankset w/ 48t chanring.

We'll see how well I can push 48:16. Pushing a gear a bit too big for me back in Boston (46:16 when I first started riding fixed) is what made my quads get huge... so maybe now that I'm used to 46:16, stepping it up a bit will produce further hypertrophy. Sorry Naomi. (She already thinks I look disproportionate).

Hooray for new bike parts day!

Old Music...

So I was looking through my iTunes library, and found a bunch of old.... "songs" that I have made over the years. Some are pretty entertaining and interesting, although you can tell my musical skills are pretty pathetic, and three funny ones.

The Funny Ones:

Study - Techno Remix. A mind-blowing techno masterpiece I designed for people to listen to while they're studying. It's inspiring, and increases focus. (It should be noted that when I made this, it was supposed to be funny. I never thought it was good.)

pseudotalent3. This one might drive you insane. It's such a cacophany.

MothersDay. A joint effort between B(1), B(2), and M(the). I wrote the amazing lyrics.

The Others:
new welcome. I recorded this for a pseudotalent intro. I actually really like it. I think it's really catchy.

rock. Another pseudotalent one. I like this one too.

Bunch. One I made with Acid, a loop-based music package... it sounds pretty polished because it's built entirely from precorded loops. Kinda neat.

Asada. One that involved some actual instrument playing; I ended up using this in a slackline vido that Bjorn and I made.

work in progress. Another one that included some basic "I can pluck a string" guitar playing, with alot of artificial distortion. I like this.

darkbeat. An experiment in beatboxing.

5 track throatsong. And this one again, just cause I'm proud of it.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Naomi is the best girlfriend ever.

My homebrewing kit arrived in the mail today : )

I'm not even going to think about starting a batch until I'm done with this test, but I'm still very excited : )

Sunday, December 7, 2008

5 Track Throatsong...

So, I got sick of studying today, and I decided to play around with some different kinds of throat singing, beatboxing, and Garage Band. I recorded 5 different tracks of my vocals, and layered em up. I only used one effect (to make the beatbox sound a little less like a human voice, I used a "Crunchy Drum" filter on it).

It's pretty rough, but not bad for about a half an hour of editing with buggy software : )

It will take a second to load, but then you should be able to have a listen by clicking the play button below.
(If that doesn't work, click here).

A comment posted about the KHS on Velospace...


:-)

Friday, December 5, 2008

Good News

Although it will screw up my spring break...

Dear Dr. Tjaden, Jr.,

We are pleased to inform you that your abstract submission (Aggressive Evidence-Based Management of Catastrophic Brain Injury: Effects on Mortality, Discharge Status from Hospital, and Organ Donation) has been accepted as a Poster Presentation at the Southwest Surgical Congress.

http://www.hoteldel.com/

:-)

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Black Sabbath is Awesome




Give it a shot. Even if you think you'll hate it, listen to these songs. Planet Caravan is just amazing.
*edit: Fixed it, all the songs should play now.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Funny

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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Sickly!

Ugh. I'm sick as a dog. Have been since the day after Thanksgiving. Sneezing, horribly runny nose, cough. Been very difficult to study. I'm a bit concerned about getting all this stuff learned in time, but we have a long weekend to study before the test... and counting the makeup, I have until December 12th to learn it all. Also, some neat updates:

Pictures from Cranksgiving.

And a video of Bill and I practicing some didgeridoo / bucket jamming. Pretty early in our learning curve; this was our first jam session. We got better than this, and will record some more next time we're together.


That's all for now. Back to coughing, sneezing, &c.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Proof of Concept - Cheapo Helmet Cam

Using some industrial strength velcro, I managed to mount my cheapo digital camera pretty securely in a cutout area of an old helmet. I think it'll work. Granted, I've reduced the structural integrity of the helmet to a point where it may not provide any support at all, but.... something.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Cranksgiving

So, Kyle, Mike and I raced in Cranksgiving III today. It was an alleycat all around the city, where the goal was to purchase a certain assortment of foodstuffs from a certain set of grocery stores. Any route, but you had to hit all the stores. Buy anything you want at any store, but you had to end up with all the things. In the end, all the food was donated to charity. Good cause, fun race. At least 83 people signed up to do it, maybe more (I only know that number because I heard #83 called at the raffle at the end). This was the route we ended up taking.

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That's at least about as close as I can get it on Google Maps. 22.3 miles, as plotted. Pretty efficient, all things considered. We rode extremely, extremely hard, but were still beat to the finish line by a few people. However, I was probably the first fixed gear to finish, so that's pretty cool. A guy was taking pictures of the after-party, including some of the skid contest, so I tried to do that in true alleycat style with bandana covering the face and all. I'll post a link when I see them on Flickr. Also, I won the skid contest, which was kinda cool.

Also, I don't think I ever posted about it, but Kyle/Mike/Brian/Stuart/I (as team "The Hapkeyers") won the Pub'N'Pedal alleycat last weekend, by biking to 29 bars all over the city in ~3 hrs).

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

BT Communications, how may I help you?

So, tonight, after I won poker at DB Cooper's, a guy comes into the bar with a bunch of old issues of Rolling Stone and Premiere magazine from 1990. So, naturally, Alex and I start going through trying to sign up for free CD's, etc., from these surely-defunct advertisements. Then, we stumble upon a veritable goldmine: classified ads with telephone numbers.

After a number of disconnected numbers, answering machines, etc., at about midnight (central time) I finally end up getting through to a real person in response to an ad for "Movie Posters 1930-1955." The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hi, I'm calling about the ad I saw in the October issue of Rolling Stone magazine for Movie paraphernalia from the 1940's?
Him: Uh.... I'm sorry you must have the wrong number.
Me: Is this ***-***-*****?
Him: Yes....
Me: Oh well... I mean it says "Movie Posters 1930-1955," and had this number... I just thought...
Him: Well...
Me: So you don't have any movie posters for sale?
Him: No, I do.
Me: So did you post the ad?
Him: Yea, I did, but this was..... When's the date on this magazine?
Me: Rolling Stone, the October 18th issue... let me check the year here............ Oh. Oh wow. Yea, so this was a few years ago, 1990, huh?
Him: Yea.
Me: So we're talking like, 3-4 years ago huh? Man.... what is it, like '93, '94 now?
Him: No, that was like, 18 years ago. It's 2008.
Me: What? Hahaha, I mean, I appreciate a joke like anyone else, but, c'mon.... you're screwing with me man.
Him: Uh....
Me: It's been a really crazy time for me recently, I mean, I've been in and out of a few institutions, hospitalized for a while, but I'm really starting to get back into collecting now so...
Him: Well what were you looking for?
Me: I'm, well, I'm looking for some Wizard of Oz stuff.... I'm really into Technicolor, so I'm into the Wizard of Oz for obvious reasons...
Him: Well, anything Wizard of Oz I have is going to be very limited....
Me: Oh....
Him: Yea....
Me: Well, what do you have?
Him: I've probably got a few production stills....
Me: Oh great, do you have the one where the munchkin's cutting his own head off?
Him: No.
Me: Oh. That's a shame.
Him: Yea.... and you know, it's really late here.
Me: Oh wow, yea, I'm sorry, it's gotta be like, what, 10:30 there?
Him: No, it's going on 1 am.
Me: Oh wow. Yea, I'm sorry. Yea like I said, no clocks around here, it's been really crazy....
Him:....
Me: Well, I mean, maybe I'll be able to get in touch with another collector that has something more in line with what I'm looking for... and maybe... again, I'm really sorry, I don't mean to bother, I know it's late....
Him: *hangs up*

Yes. That actually happened. I am so, so happy with that.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Throat Singing Instructions

So, since I like teaching people things, and a few people have expressed an interest in some of the throat singing I've been doing, I figured I'd write out a tutorial explaining how to learn to throat sing and achieve the various styles. There are lotsa instructions online, and some of the YouTube demonstrations are pretty good, but I feel like I can explain things a bit better than the ways I've seen them described. A lot of these tips were gleaned (or stolen) from others, but re-explained or modified from my perspective.

1. Khoomei:
You should start by learning Khoomei. Khoomei is the most basic style of throat singing, and is a necessary component of Sygyt. Khoomei was pretty simple for me to learn, but for others, it's very non-intuitive. I'm not trying to brag, I'm merely saying that it may make sense immediately, or it may not. Just stick with it.

Start by just "singing" a simple tone like "Ah" somewhere in the middle of your range (not too high, not too low). Then try to constrict the back of your throat to make it sound tighter and a bit grittier, while at the same time flexing your abs and really pushing the air up from your abdomen. It's very much a valsalva maneuver, like you're trying to have a bowel movement. The transition should sound like this.

It should not hurt to do this. When I was learning, I found my throat was a bit sore for a few days, but once I learned how to do it correctly, it didn't hurt at all. Take it slow. A little bit of practice, and a long break.

Alright that's Khoomei. That's it. A Tuvan throat song may have a melody sung in Khoomei with some minimal changes in pitch. I don't really know any true Tuvan songs, as I can't find any lyrics online... But here's a comically ridiculous "melody" line in Khoomei, consisting entirely of gibberish.


2. Ok, now Sygyt. Sygyt means "whistle," and is characterized by high flute-like overtones that sound on top of a lower bagpipe like drone. You're shooting for this.

Alright, now here's how you do it. First off, you HAVE to be able to do Khoomei before you do this. If you haven't got Khoomei yet, go back to part 1 and learn that. Then come back to here.

Ok, so say "her." Take note of your tongue position. It should be curved up a bit with the tip a bit behind your front teeth. Now sing "her," kind of high in your range. Now, trying to keep the tip of your tongue where it is, try to move the BACK part of your tongue up and down a bit. This is tricky. Try saying "yuhree," while keeping the tip of your tongue where it is. Realistically the tip will move back a bit while you say the "yuhr" part, and forward a bit when you say the "ree" part, but focus on keeping it stationary. It should sound like this.

What you're doing is creating a second reasonating chamber in your mouth, above your tongue, so that you've got some air vibrating from your vocal cords, and some air above your tongue vibrating too. Note that there needs to be a way for the air to "escape" from the upper resonating chamber; if you had made a perfect seal with your tongue against your hard palate, the air wouldn't be able to resonate and escape properly. If I think about it, I can ALMOST feel the tip of my tongue vibrating a little bit against my hard palate behind my teeth, but this is very subtle, it shouldn't be like you're rolling your R's like in Spanish. Your lips and jaw should NOT move much at all while you're doing this, they should remain in a loose "ooh" shape.

Now if you listen carefully while you're doing this "yuhree" thing, you might hear some hints of overtones, which will sound like higher pitched variations on top of the "body" of the sound. Here's where the Khoomei comes in. When you do exactly what was described in the paragraph above USING A KHOOMEI VOICE, you'll selectively filter out some sounds, producing clearer overtones.

Now do the "yuhree" thing, while siging in Khoomei. Your overtones will probably appear and disappear kind of randomly, and I bet you'll feel your tongue hit the right frequency and then get "out of phase" while this is occuring. With time, you'll get better at localizing the tongue positions necessary to produce the overtones. Here's a sample of me performing some pseudo-Sygyt WITHOUT the Khoomei voice, and then adding in the constriction to produce true Sygyt.

You'll hear the overtones get alot clearer in the sample.

This takes practice, practice, practice. Learning where the overtones are is like learning where the notes are on a trombone. Practice your Khoomei too, as the more constriction you can get, the easier it is to find overtones.

3. Kargyraa.
This is much simpler than Sygyt, in that there aren't tricky tongue positions to master or anything. Basically, once you can get the initial Kargyraa sound, all you do is mouth exaggerated vowel shapes to get overtones. The hard part though is figuring out how the hell to get that distinctive low sound of Kargyraa.

Once you do though, it's extremely rewarding. It literally will just click into place, and then you'll think "OH, THAT'S how you do it."

Alright so what you need to do is get a part of your voice-box vibrating that you probably don't even know you have, the vestibular folds (or false vocal cords).

When you make a growling noice with your mouth closed, or clear your throat, you're vibrating these. As much as I hate the show Home Improvement, the man-grunt that the dad in that show does is a pretty good example. So here's the kind of closed-mouth growl/throat clearing that I'm talking about.

Now Kargyraa is singing a tone while vibrating this same area. HOWEVER, you don't want to just try to perpetually growl while singing, this will really hurt. The best way I've found to make this happen is as follows. Sing "Ho" relatively low in your range. Now, sing "Hoden", with a very short "den." It's almost just like "Ho-dn." It should sound like this.

Alright, so when you're singing that "den" part, you should be able to feel some pressure or vibration on your palate / the back part of your nasal cavity, and if you put your finger under your nostrils, you should feel a bit of air coming out your nose at this point. My point is you're producing some backpressure in your mouth/throat by blocking with your tongue to say the "n" sound. Now is the really tricky part. This backpressure can be increased by pushing hard from your abdomen, and then you can get your false vocal cords vibrating. Try to visualize the part of your voice box that you want to get moving; again, it's the part that moves when you growl or clear your throat. Increase the force with which your singing "den," and try to visualize directing the pressure back down your throat. It will probably take a number of tries, but eventually you'll feel part of your larynx just leap into vibration. When this happens to me, I can feel my nasal cavity vibrate really hard too... it tickles the inside of my nose. Now the first time you get this vibration, it will probably hurt a bit, and will feel like you just cleared your throat really really hard. This is where you need to take it slow. DO NOT PRACTICE THIS TOO MUCH AT ONE SITTING. Only a few minutes day until you can get the vibration without much effort. When you're really trying hard to GET the vibration, it hurts. When you're actually vibrating, it's painless.

Alright, so the "Hoden" --> vibration should sound like this.

Now, you have to open your lips and tongue while keeping your false vocal cords vibrating, so that you can shape your mouth into other vowel shapes (other than the "den" you are pronouncing). It's a bit tricky to open your mouth without losing the vibration at first. Try saying "Hoden-Ay." When you can get your mouth open into the "ay" position and still have the vibrating going on, you're 90% there. It should sound like this.

Once you get better that vibration, you'll find out you can drop into the vibration without having to do the backpressure method. This isn't a crucial step though, at this point, so just stick with the Hoden-Ay approach for now.

Now you've just got to move your mouth into shapes like "A E I O U," and you'll get different overtones to sound. They're alot more subtle than the piercing Sygyt ones, and they're hard to record on a crappy microphone, but it will sound something like this.

There you go. The three main styles of throat singing. Take it slow and be patient. I think my instructions are pretty good, and I think if you follow them, you could learn this all in a week.

Good luck : )

Cute.

This is a really cute video of a little french girl telling a crazy story that she apparently made up.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

kargyraa.....!

My throat hurts today. I practiced too much yesterday. Will take it easy for a while. But listen to my sample from yesterday!

Monday, November 10, 2008

Kargyraa!

WOOHOO!

Had a huge breakthrough in throat singing today, and actually discovered the unique feeling of vibration required for Kargyrra.
Quick and very dirty sample. Not at all elegant, but just to demonstrate the different tonalities while I could keep it going.


Goal: 1 week from today, Kargyrra with overtones. Like this:

Today

Picked up the fleece for my cold weather lounging / camping kilt. 7 yards (I might trim it down to ~6) that then is pleated up and bound about the waist, with the top part thrown over the shoulder. Can serve as a regular old leg-only garment, a block, and a very warm sleeping bag. I sat outside in only boxers and a t-shirt in 44 degree weather today wrapped up in it, and it was plenty warm. One day I hope to camp with only the kilt for clothing and shelter.
No pictures of me wearing it because, as much as I respect the kilt and am excited about it, a picture on the internet of a random American guy proudly standing there in his homemade kilt is just a little pathetic.

Then, we hypothetically went back to an old abandoned factory that I've never been too before, and hypothetically I found a "human nest" filled with dolls and teddy bears. Really, really creepy. In the picture, you can even see a large human-shaped bundle of blankets... which is why I hypothetically didn't explore the room, as I hypothetically was concerned their might've been a living person under those blankets (and, in hypothetical retrospect, a non-living person could've been under there too). I also hypothetically found what I first thought might've been some hobo-gin, but it turned out to be a really old oil lamp (still filled with pungent black oil, nonetheless). Pretty rockin.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Dream

I had a dream last night (or, this morning between 8 and 9:30, more precisely), that my dad had found an old leather bound bible at a garage sale, and picked it up cause it was really unique looking. Turns out it was colonized by bees, and they had somehow turned the entire inside of the book into a huge glowing supernatural honeycomb, dripping with glowing honey. Also turns out that this was some sort of magical key to the underworld, with the power to call forth Satan. Also, turns out that my grandmother (who really was my cousin's Grandma D.... but for some reason in this dream she was my grandmother) was possessed or something, and so was clearly going to try to use this to bring Beelzebub onto the earth, if she found out what I had wrapped up in a plastic bag in my room. So, I was going to try to climb out on some scaffolding into an old abandoned building that was connected to my house somehow (again, exploring old abandoned places is such a recurrent theme in my dreams, and always has been even before I started urban exploring), and go hide the honey-bible there. Then, I almost got attacked by a dog somehow, and then woke up. Weird dream.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

New Belt Buckle

I made one similar to this back in Boston once, but it broke.

So I made this one (w/ Superglue, instead of the JB Weld I used the first time).

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Didj

So I recorded a demonstration of circular breathing to get a bonus point from my anatomy professor, who lectured on circular breathing but had no demonstration of it to show to the class.



I haven't ever really posted a didgeridoo sample, so figured I'd post this one.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

For Posterity...

...and for the sake of completeness, I'd like to go on record by saying that tonight, I saw Barack Obama elected President of the United States of America. And I was mighty happy about it : )

Monday, November 3, 2008

Meh...

Well, the test was trickier than I expected, and I was less prepared than I expected. I got a 87%... But with my previous grade, I am still sitting OK. If I get a 89% on both the Anatomy Final and the Neuro Shelf, I can still get a Superior. If I get a 65% on both, I can still get a High-Satisfactory. So, whatsnever.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

At a loss for words.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Sygyt

Preliminary demonstrations of my Sygyt. I know, it sounds very, very crappy. But, the important thing is, you can hear overtones above the drone. In the first one, about 16 seconds in, I succeeded in really playing around with the overtones up and down, and you can hear it pretty well. The second one I was trying for a sliiightly lower pitched drone and a different embouchure.

Again, crappy... but still, for only a few days' worth of effort, and being entirely self-taught, not too bad.

Here.
and Here.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Huun Huur Tu at Philadelphia Folk Festival, August 2006

Wow. This is such pretty overtone Sygyt singing. The whistling overtones remind me of bagpipes so much. I am practicing a little each day, and am able to get some overtones, just not nearly so loudly. My goal is to be able to do this while hiking or otherwise being outside : )

Why I Love Papa

Because when he comes through KC, he brings be 15 squirrel pelts. Mocassins?

Friday, October 24, 2008

Back TUVA Future: Ondar in Vladivostok

And, of course, when it rains it pours. I just posted about Throat Singing, and now this shows up on BoingBoing.

I don't like it, but just goes to show, that like I said, when it rains it pours.
Sometimes I feel like I'm in touch with a larger phenomenon somehow.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Stuntin' Like Even Knievel, Man

So, I got the bright idea to take the Raleigh off of a pretty huge ramp. I came down really hard on the front end and knocked the front wheel outta true preeeetty bad. I'm gonna take it to ACME tomorrow and see if they can get it fixed back up. Pretty angry at myself. But, the picture is pretty sweet though.

Overtone Singing

This is one aspect of Tuvan throat singing. Awesome. I will learn to do this.

*edit* I've been practicing this as well as the traditional gutteral aspects of throat singing. My throat HURTS. Going to sleep now, hopefully I didn't give myself a vocal nodule.

*edit* I just realized it's exactly like the didgeridoo, but instead of your lips vibrating it's your vocal cords... but the overtones are the way you get different sounds from a didj. So, I can't do it yet, but I can hear hints of overtones in there. Woohoo : )

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Thanksgiving, here I come

Come November, I will be giving thanks for THIS:
And all of my Nerfenemies will be giving thanks for a quick Nerfdeath.... if I choose to grant them that.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Shawnee Mission Park

Took the Raleigh out on the trails today. First 5 minutes on the trail, I realized the front wheel was a bit loose, and then broke the quick release skewer while tightening it down. So, one hour later, after hiking out with the bike, driving to the nearest bike store and getting a new QR, I actually got to really ride. Rode for about an hour and fifteen minutes really hard. It was a blast.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Hand-me-down flip flops, hand-me-down stocks, Goodfella Kinfolk hand me down SingleSpeed 29'ers

Well, thanks again to Bill's hookup, I'm the proud new owner of this Raleigh XXIX SingleSpeed 29'er. It makes me feel like a kid again. A kid who is now no longer limited by the quality of his steed, and can now start to become a decent off-road rider. This thing is a blast, and was ridden hard on its maiden (under my command) voyage, as is evident by the copious mud : )

Thursday, October 16, 2008

The Ultimate Cool-Weather Biking Accessory

Not gonna lie; I kinda want this.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Handlebar Didgeridoo

I don't know if I'm the first person in the world to discover I can play an old set of handlebars like a didgeridoo, complete with circular breathing, but I hope I am.


Note: I was inspired by this:
http://laughingsquid.com/mark-growden-plays-the-handlebars/

Monday, October 13, 2008

Good Song!

This is one of the great songs from MASH SF that I couldn't find before... but I found it now : )

The Third Guitar: Lovin' Lies
http://www.bywayof.net/audio/mp3/Captains_Crate/LovinLies.mp3

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Walnut Stain!

*edit*
Finished walking stick:
Shirt, pre-washing (it faded a bit in the wash, but I'll take pics after it's dry):

--original post below--
1. Walking stick stained with the walnut stain
2. Running across yard
3. The walnuts and the stain itself
4. My knife handle, white cord, stained black
5. My tie-dyed black walnut stained shirt.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Sweeter Trike

http://videos.streetfire.net/video/tricycle-drift_186677.htm

Oh man. Looks like so much fun.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Sweet Bike

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Shirt Idea

I think I'm going to screen-print this T-Shirt.

Front:

Back:

Too mean?
I don't care.

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Monday, October 6, 2008

Techno

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Walnuts

So in my backyard, there's this walnut tree, and it has been dropping nuts like you wouldn't believe. It's a pretty small tree, but it is so productive. The squirrels have been going CRAZY for them, and after the last one I shot, I feel like I can take a hiatus from squirrel-killing. Therefore, I've been using the pellet gun, pumped only once or twice.... so it probably shoots less than 150 fps. The squirrels just kinda drop the nuts and run away looking confused, and then are back 10 minutes later. Definitely non-lethal, and probably barely painful. A while ago I shot myself in the arm with my plastic BB airsoft gun (I'm going to estimate 140 fps) from point blank range just to see what would happen (Naomi witnessed it), and it wasn't that bad. Anyway, the squirrels love the walnuts, is the point, and I've enjoyed watching them eat them, even when I'm not pelting them with small pieces of lead... so I gathered up the ones in the backyard today after I mowed, and this is how many I got:

So I'm gonna leave that on the deck right there, to see how many I can get swarming the deck; and see how crazy Skoney will go watching them from the kitchen door.

Monday, September 29, 2008

The Hapkeyers

http://sites.google.com/site/thehapkeyers/

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Cinco. De. Mayo.

Reunion, Alex and Bjorn?

Saddest Burrito Ever

I chose to eat this microwave burrito. I'm not proud of the decision, but I'd do it again. It was pretty tasty. But things like this make me glad I don't HAVE to eat things like this.
Wow, isn't that sad looking?

Thursday, September 25, 2008

TT bars

Back to T2 Airwings for a couple of days, just for fun, to see what they're like again.


*edit*
man. They feel weirder than I had anticipated. I can't get low enough to really put tons of power into my sprint starts... but I can get way far forward which is nice for climbing / skidding / feels good on my back. Maybe I will be able to get faster off the starts, seeing as track sprinters start with a ton of lunging towards the stem anyway.... maybe I just have to get used to lunging towards the stem from this higher position. I'll give it a few days and then reevaluate.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Biking Distances

You know, I used to make 6 mile roundtrip deliveries on the Fetish for Wings Over Brookline.... and that seemed like murder. However, Kyle and I just rode 12 miles at a much faster pace after playing poker and drinking beer, and it didn't seem bad at all. I wonder how much of that is physical ability improvement, and how much is just due to different state of mind. I don't know, but what I do know is that I worked my ass off for that damn wing place.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Rick Ross Sucks

End of post.

Snickers Feast - All of Them

Some of the Snicker's Feast commercials.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Bill O'Reily Doesn't Understand How Publishing Newsworthy Information is Different from Stealing $50 in Cash From Someone's Grandma

Saw this on BoingBoing:


C'mon, Bill O'Reilly. At least listen to what she's saying; she's a fellow FOX News Anchor, for God-fearing's sake!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Time Travel

So the other day, Kyle and I were attempting to study at Starbucks, but instead we ended up talking about time travel for like an hour.

One of my lucid dream goals is to achive dream-time-travel, and see if I reach some sort of awesome realization.

I also just finished reading a short story called "Beyond Space and Time," by Joel Townsley Rogers; it's about time travel, and postulates the existence of an inverted universe, exactly opposite to our own, where time flows backward. Not a particularly great story, but the world vision it paints of a retro-futuristic 1968 is pretty awesome... and it has to do with time travel, which I love. Also, the protagonist is a modern day (?) Viking, and with a name like Tjaden, I appreciate that by default.

Anyway, here's some little wikipedia clippings I sent to Kyle the other day, in support of some of the things I was talking about:

Novikov Self-Consistency Principle:
The Novikov Principle is able to circumvent most commonly-cited paradoxes which are often alleged to exist should time travel be possible (and are often claimed to make it impossible). A common example of the principle in action is the idea of preventing disasters from happening in the past and the potential paradoxes this may cause (notably the idea that preventing the disaster would remove the motive for the traveler to go back and prevent it and so on). The Novikov self-consistency principle states that a time traveler would not be able to do so. An example is the Titanic sinking; even if there were time travelers on the Titanic, they obviously failed to stop the ship from sinking. The Novikov Principle does not allow a time traveler to change the past in any way, but it does allow them to affect past events in a way that produces no inconsistencies—for example, a time traveler could rescue people from a disaster, and replace them with realistic corpses seconds before it occurs. Providing that the rescuees do not re-emerge until after the time traveler first journeyed into the past, his/her motivation to create the time machine and travel into the past will be preserved. (See Millennium.) In this example, it must always have been true that the people were rescued by a time traveler and replaced with realistic corpses, there was no "original" history where they were actually killed, since the notion of "changing" the past is ruled out completely by the self-consistency principle.


Quantum Suicide - A Thought Experiment:

An experimenter sits in front of a loaded gun which is triggered or not triggered depending on the decay of some radioactive atoms.
With each run of the experiment there is a 50-50 chance that the gun will be triggered and the experimenter will die. According to the Copenhagen interpretation, the gun will eventually be triggered and the experimenter will die. If the many-worlds interpretation is correct then at each run of the experiment, the experimenter will be split into one world in which he lives and another world in which he dies. After many runs of the experiment, there will be many worlds. In the worlds where the experimenter dies, he will cease to exist.

However, from the point of view of the non-dead copies of the experimenter, the experiment will continue running without his ceasing to exist, because at each branch, he will only be able to observe the result in the world in which he survives, and if many-worlds is correct, the surviving copies of the experimenter will notice that he never seems to die, therefore "proving" himself to be invulnerable to the gun mechanism in question, at least from his own point of view.

Note: I don't think I believe in the many-world's interpretation, although I'm certain I don't have enough of a quantum background to justify my disagreement

Also, a predestination paradox that I like, illustrating that time travel may be possible, but there is only one timeline (see the Novikov principle above):

A man is hunting when someone shoots him. Surviving, he resolves to go back in time to stop the sniper. Appearing at the place of the incident, he sees someone approaching, he shoots them, believing that they are the sniper. Later, he realises that the man he shot was a past version of himself, and so he was both the sniper and the victim.


And, on a completely unrelated note, Odell's IPA is a fantastic beer.

Chipotle Hacking

So Kyle showed me a trick of his the other day, and it's awesome.

At Chipotle, you can order a "Burrito Bol" (ostensibly, a lower-carb burrito / taco salad, that has all the typical burrito ingredients in a bowl, just in larger quantities and without a tortilla) for the same price as a burrito. You can also ask for 2 tortillas for free. So, order a Burrito Bol to go (so you get the nifty take-home container), get a couple of tortillas, and wrap two of your own burritos for half price. They come out to be a bit smaller than a regular full price burrito, but not that much smaller. Which is probably good anyway, since no one really needs all of a Chipotle Burrito as one meal.

Furthermore (in my addition to the Chipotle Hack,) you can get a free "cup for water," throw in some of the lemons they have cut up near the drink fountain, and a few packets of Sugar in the Raw, and you've got yourself some free fresh lemonade.

Take that, Chipotle.

Hollow crocodiles, motorcycle chases, and hurricanes

I had another dream about zombie crocodiles; they'd get this virus that turned them into zombies and completely hollowed out their bodies. If you looked in their mouth you'd see this big rotting flesh cavern all the way down to the end of their tail. Then as we were trying to escape these, a hurricane came through, and I was running around this mansion trying to escape. I ended up clinging to a part of the ceiling below a skylight, and survived.

Also, I had one where I was trying to escape from something else (don't remember what), and I stole a little motorcycle to get away. I had this awesome chase scene where there were stampedes of bears, llamas, and yaks, and I had to get through them... but every time I got close to one of the animals, it'd chase me, and I'd have to elude it. It was really really fun. Then I met some old redneck lady (who, in retrospect, was chasing me), and her little weird baby. She was telling me some secret as to why she was after me, but then Naomi called, and I woke up.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Bikes bikes bikes

First of all, a picture, because it's a gorgeous night to ride, and it needed to be celebrated with a bit of narcissism.

Anyway, the post. So my GXP crankset is #^&@%$. I spent a bit of time this afternoon pulling the pedals, cranks, BB, etc, off the KHS, and swapping BB / crankset / chainring over from the Fetish. Luckily, the chain was long enough, and it's a fat chain / fat chainring / skinny cog, so I can still run everything. I rode over to Kyle's house, and he said "Oh, you got a new crankset." "No, it's an old one I had sitting around." "Oh, you just so happen to have a carbon fiber crankset sitting around." "Yes." Hahaha : ) It jumps me up 4 teeth in the front: instead of 42:16, I'm pushing 46:16 now... It's what I used to ride all the time, and it feels pretty good still. I can go faster that's for sure. Also I put an old Gatorskin tire on there, which should wear better than any of the other ones I've been using recently.... and I can skid like hell on it. Speaking of skids:



That's just awesome.

Also, you can go to MashSF.com, click on Videos, and click on Austin - TX, to see all the Mash hipsters riding fixed on the street with Lance Armstrong. Worlds are colliding, and it's pretty fun to watch.

*edit*: This bike is still in the possession of the original owner, from 1974. It is immaculate, and beautiful.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Another weird dream.

Man. So this time, I was at a picnic with Naomi, her dad, and a bunch of other people. Some kid asked me about my elbow, because I guess I had a scar on it. I brushed the question aside, and said "Mitch here's got alot of scars. He's got a great one on this ring finger here" (setting him up for one of his favorite things, of revealing his cut-off-finger-stub to unexpecting people). The kid didn't seem interested in that, and tried to show us another scar of his. He then found a little skin fold on his palm, and proceeded to peel ALL OF THE SKIN on his flexor forearm and palm apart down the middle like opening a book. His dad then started poking around in there and was like "You're in med school, can you tell us what nerve this is?"

I was like "Oh my god, stop that... you really really need to take him to the hospital right now, this isn't normal at all." To which they replied that he'd been there yesterday for something, and they had just packed his arm and sent him home, so they could avoid having to reopen it back up to check some deep structure later. Still doubtful, I was like, "Alright then...." and just let it slide.

Then I woke up.

Another Dream

This morning I had another bizarre dream. I was in a machete fight, and then had both of my arms chopped off. I ended up dead, I think, because I found myself in the afterlife, which was a huge warehouse modified to look like a very maze-like hotel.

I somehow managed to escape, armless, and managed to hitchhike to a T-station by jumping in front of an oncoming REI semi-truck, that had big cushy tent pitched on the front of it, so I kinda was pressed by wind resistance against the tent and was borne along.

Then I got off and had to try to figure out how to get a T-pass purchased, loaded, etc., with no limbs beyond my shoulders.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

bizarre dreams, written right after waking

i just woke up at 3 am, remembering this from my frantic last dreams.

went outside KC backyard w/ naomi, neighbor's rottweiler was atttacking her, so i beat the crap out of it as best i could, it kept coming back, i started stabbing it, it kept attacking, til it finally bit the crotch part of my jeans and just held on, so i walked next door to show them the problem. they apologized and we signed some contract. i told them next time it happens i'm killing it. then i came inside and was on a bed with a ton of flapper girls from the twenties , in my room, and there was an alligator on the floor (completely non-sexual, we're all clothed. and it's in black and white). all these girls are frantically trying to stay on the bed, as a narator describes the bizarre situation in the past tense, about girls sacrificing each other to keep from falling down to the alligator. then it climbs up on the bed, and i stab it in the head with 3 different knives, only to realize it was pretty much already dead and rotting anyway, and in its last little bit of life, it climbed up on the bed. i tell my mom about that and grab the three knives that are mostly rusy and pitted, to go sharpen them. all of a sudden i leave the house and find a drunk dara from highschool wrestling and some fat white kid trying to steal my car. i chase dara down as he throws flasks of liquor, throwing stars, and ultimately kerosene and powdered magnesium at me, threatening to light me on fire. finally he makes a gigantic pile of magnesium as he throws a bag at me, getting himself lightly dusted in the powder. he threatens to throw a match at me and light me on fire, so i run away and encourage him to do so. he does it and of course it backfires and burns off all his hair and most of his clothes. a bunch of his fat white boy cohorts start throwing incendiary powder on him because they didn't' like him anyway, and he keeps flaring up in mini firework explosions. then in was walking home, in front of the fat white boys who hate me, and waved bye to them as they are dancing to "walk it out" by UNK. they are drunk and dancing so they happily wave bye, and i run away in slow motion. up a side street that is really really steep (a dream version of a street here in KC). then i got in a fistfight w/ a gigantic fat pinheaded baby-man and the goal was to knock him out. previous record-attempted and the guy punched him 189 times and couldn't knock him out. i try, and after 183 punches to the head, including dribbling his head like a basketball under some sonic-restaurant rubberized benches, i gave up cause i felt bad. somehow i end up on top of a gigantic building / terraced grass thing / fountain / landfill filled with gigantic tupperware dumpsters. i run / bound down this, and it turns out the dumpsters are filled with diapers. as i'm running down it man vs wild style, i'm knocking these over, get my hand covered in baby shit, realize i'm making a big vandalism-type mess by knocking over all the dumpsters, and then get to the bottom of the hill, and bound across a stream on some rocks to get away as fast as i can to keep the cops from seeing me. i look back to see a skinny homeless asian woman wading through the stream, and a bald guy in a red sox fan jersey, as well as a bunch more pedestrians further away walking around this big grassy central part of a roundabout. no one saw me knock everything over. i run around looking for the Kenmore exit in the roundabout, because that's where i need to be, and can't find it, but know i'm miles from where i am supposed to be. i ask the local guy in the red sox jersey and he also didn't know where it was. i went into a bathroom, and then woke up, completely soaked in nervous sweat.

i think i might be insane.

also i think a big portion of the dream might have been lucid.

also i apologize for the very poor and probably hard to understand stream of consciousness narrative. i have been typing for about 12 min and was very very blurry for the first part.

Back from Boston

So I just got back from my 4 day trip to Boston. It was great.

Seeing Naomi was really really awesome. It made me realize even more how good we are together. It felt just like old times, walking around Boston together.

Went to El Pelon twice, and got delicious burritos and a T-shirt to replace the one that I somehow lost in New Zealand.

Went to Boca Grande for a third Boston burrito.

Met up with Bjorn and Katie a few times, which was great. Hadn't really had time to reflect on how much I missed them.

Also, I stopped in the old bike shop, and the mechanic recognized me. That made my day. Nice to be vindicated a bit, and have some proof (outside of my friends) that "hey, I used to live there."

Didn't get a chance to go to O'Leary's. Next time.

Boston, and all the people there, were a huge part of my life and it's strange that it's not quite like that any more... but it's good to see that things haven't really changed. The people are the same, the city is the same. Great.

Oh, and of course I didn't take any pictures. Gaa. I need a camera.

Ok, off to podcast 2 hours of material at double speed. Sigh.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Ship

I painted this on my tablet PC. It's about the most artistic thing I've ever done. (Click for larger)

Monday, September 8, 2008

I am all that is man.

So I left class a little bit early today to race down to the Tour of Missouri, a high profile bicycle race that includes Olympic riders, Tour de France riders, etc. I missed the finish by a few minutes, which was a bit disappointing, but Alex and I still had a chance to walk around and look at some of the various bike vendors and merchandise kiosks they had up for the race.

One of the kiosks was sponsored by some Missouri Beef association, had some trainers set up, and you could get on and ride as hard as you could to see what your maximum power output per pound of body weight was. The hourly winner was supposed to get a T-shirt, and the daily winner was supposed to get $200 worth of beef products (steak, jerky, etc).

At this point, one of the spectators / drunken participants in the contest saw me with my Hapkeyer hat, rolled up jeans, and fixed gear, and the heckling began. "Did you deliver the mail yet, bike messenger?!....Show me your trackstand!!....We've gotta ringer here!!!"

Anyway, after having ridden 40 miles Saturday, I still figured I'd give it a go. My first try, I put out 1102 watts of power (for a power/weight ratio of 6.89 watts/lb). For comparison, a horsepower is 746 watts (with a power/weight ratio for .62 watts/lb (assuming a 1200 lb "light riding" horse [wikipedia])).

My 1102 watts set the hourly record in terms of absolute power output (independent of body size), and also the daily record for power/weight ratio (some other guy had put out 1210 watts earlier, but he must have been a bigger guy, as his ratio was only 4.4 watts/lb).

However, the people putting on the contest had apparently determined that the power/weight calculation was too difficult early in the day, and so were no longer calculating this ratio.... so I didn't get the $200 of beef (those bastards). But I did get a quick-dry wicking T-shirt that says "BEEF. It's what's for dinner" on it. And it did make me feel like a monster.

Rockin.

This weekend...

...I rode 40 miles on a fixed gear
...I lost feeling in my junk (see above for reason)
...I resolved to get a new saddle (see above for reason)
...I was loaned a new saddle for free ninety nine
...I fished
...I camped
...I ran some trails
...I jumped from rock to rock across creeks
...I got sunburned
...I got attacked by fire ants
...I didn't get a mountain bike, but have now fully resolved to. SS of some sort for the fall is the goal.

For some reason, I'm tired.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Bob Dylan's Man of Constant Sorrow

I didn't know he ever recorded this song.

YES!

So Google's Personalized Homepage (iGoogle) feature was pretty awesome... until they subjected some of us to an "experimental" new version of the homepage layout.. and there was nothing we could do to opt out of this experiment. It was very frustrating, as the new interface was particularly buggy and counterintuitive. It was even more frustrating that some people didn't have to deal with this crap! (Eg, Naomi still had the old iGoogle, while I had the sucky one).

Anyway, I found this online at a Google Group page: a way to revert back to the old iGoogle!

Here are the instructions:

Go to "http://www.google.com/ig/settings"
Go to the bottom of the page, export your settings. Save it some
where offline.

Go to the "reset" iGoogle page "http://www.google.com/ig/resetprefs.html"
select "Reset all preferences"

Go back to "http://www.google.com/ig/settings"
Go to the bottom of the page, import the export from previous steps.

Back to non-Experimental iGoogle.

(Here is the original link to the solution)

It works perfectly. Awesome.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

New Cycling Cap!

My custom hat from Spokepunchers.com just arrived. I'm really happy with it. There's a central orange stripe down the middle of it, front to back, that didn't show up due to the angle of the pictures.

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Neat time lapse of moulting cicada


I didn't make this, it's just cool:

(from wikipedia)

Thursday, August 28, 2008

New Kicks

I never get excited about shoes.... except these ones.

Senior year I picked up a pair of Converse, and they were the greatest shoes ever. It was only when I went to buy another identical pair that I realized that they must've been a special edition, because I couldn't find them. I recently discovered a similar pair in a store nearby, but they were a hideous color, and not my size. But, I did learn their name, so I found them online.

They are the perfect shoe.

Oh jesh.

Ehlers-Danlos?

So I wonder if I have a mild case of Ehler's Danlos. Here are medical pictures of individuals diagnosed with it.






Here is me.



Possible, I think.