So this game looks nasty. I don’t have a next gen console, or a HDTV, so I’m not used to graphicsof this calibur, but damn, that looks good. I’m fairly certain that this game will be the sole reason I get a PS3 or a 360 (because apparently it is coming out for both?). So that is all I have to say for tonight. I’ve got a crapload of work to do, and a very early morning tomorrow, so…crap.
Oh, right, tunes. Have some Del McCoury:
That’s Nashville Cats, All Aboard, and 1952 Vincent Black Lightning all by the Del McCoury Band.
That is a lie.
“Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.” -Loki in Dogma
But I did try. It is very tiring. And I am not good at it. I would much rather chill and listen to tunes. S’pose I’ve never really had endurance for those kinds of things. I’d probably be ok at rugby though. Not in the scrum of course, but I’d make a decent back. Despite being a skinny dude, or maybe because of it, I can take hits pretty well, and keep going. For a casual game, I’d prefer it to soccer. Plus, you can’t flying tackle people in soccer. That makes me sad. It is a shame rugby isn’t more popular in the states.
So with that, I present to you, soccer vs rugby:
So Ali and I were jamming in a new studio early this morning, and we noticed and interesting phenomena. It started when he played ‘Sun Chips’ and kept recurring throughout the night.
A light in the ceiling would begin to flash, like it was on the verge of failing, but never actually failed. So it became a strobe light. And as the night progressed, we discovered that the light had exceptional musical taste as well, because as he went through possible licks for new songs, it would begin to strobe when he got to a good one. When he recorded the bass line, the exact second he started to record, it began to strobe. So we can only hope that the light will guide us towards good tunes in the future, and no pesky maintenance guys mess with it.
So it is really early, and I’ve got about two liters of mountain dew in me right now. Or maybe a bit less now. I’ve been slowly chipping away at it since midnight or so, and finished it not long ago.
So why am I still awake? Things to do.
I actually wasted an hour or so watching Crank on UConn’s movie channel. What an awesome movie. Still love it. That, combined with a Dew high, let me get crackin at a website I’ve been meaning to design. So I spent a bunch of time knee-deep in code, but the Rockville Rotary site is fully functional. Tomorrow, I’ll make it pretty.
I think my roommate will be up in a few hours. He gets up really early, even on weekends. I’m tempted to stay up till he awakes, just to mess with him, but those precious hours of sleep are probably worth it. I can only hope that I’ll be able to sleep through most of the day tomorrow.
In one of my lectures today, I was vaguely paying attention when either my professor or a fellow student said something which intrigued me. So I started down this thought process which vaguely makes sense, and keep going. The further I went, the more interesting and entertaining it was to think of these things. The only problem is, I had no where to write anything down, so I scribbled
creativity = ignance (not a spelling error)
on my hand. I’ll try to remember and convey these wonderful things I thought, but I make no gaurentees, and it is far more likely that I will finish this with a different conclusion than the one I reached earlier.
Moving on.
I think the idea started from my musings on jargon (which I also have scribbled on my hand). I was thinking about how certain groups use jargon to limit the information which others can gain from their thoughts, either written or spoken. I understand that the primary use of jargon is a straightforward one: an attempt to define a concept otherwise undefined in the English language. But the fact that those outside of a certain circle are ignorant of the meaning of these words, is always used for advantage.
A great contemporary example is computer jargon. These concepts are fairly simple to understand, but they’re hidden behind foreign words, which scare people who don’t know their meaning. They’re too intimidated to try and determine these things for themselves, so they turn to someone inside the circle, who understands the jargon. This is why hiring a guy to fix your computer costs so damn much. He has information which you don’t possess, and he knows it. He also knows that you have no alternative. I’m the computer guy, by the way, so I know all about exploiting people’s ignorance on the topic. It is a lot of fun, and profitable, but in the end I am gaining from what I withhold from people. I could answer questions or fix problems and explain what went wrong and how they can prevent it in plain english, but then why would I been needed?
So these were my musings on ignoranceand jargon and the like when something was said in class which made me connect ignorance and creativity. At first, I was thinking about how something otherwise ignorant, when seen in a certain light could be seen as creative. I thought about how creative people may put themselves in a childlike amazement of the world around them in order to create things. I thought about how their wonder and awe transfered to the observer through their work, and the observer would be reminded of their own childlike wonder and awe.
Then I realized that it wasn’t the creator who was ignorant, it was the observer. The creator had done something to make the observer think in a way they hadn’t expected to. This defience of expectations is what makes something creative, or not. So the observer isn’t just reminded of their own childlike wonder and awe, they actually are awed.