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| :: 7.07.2009 :: |
:: 3:02 PM :: |
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Beware! The Goonsch has aquired a taste for human meat!
Life = Slot Machine
Bars or Cherries?
Perhaps Bells...
Oranges
7up, stay down, 4up...
sad clown...pout with digery doo.
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| :: 6.25.2009 :: |
:: 11:18 AM :: |
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Some guy working on our basement...installing insulation. Helped haul down
some rolls out of his truck (without his knowing). He looked at the rolls when
they came down and thanked, but they weren't what he needed.
At kitchen table (Indiana house), but not sitting. Parents (father mother)
talking about some topic, but unfamiliar. There was chicken or bird of some
large variety. Parents talking about divorce. How they planned everything out
but it ended up costing much more than they expected it to. Much waiting in the
process which dragged out the expenses.
Outside on a bicycle. Knees on a bike rack (for groceries) behind the
father. He is cycling down the street. See other kids playing. They call out,
"Hey...look at that. As if he wants to fuck on his knees up the ass." Father
gets irritated and quickly stops the bike looking at the kids. Doesn't say
anything. After a short period, continues on down the street. The Indiana
Street (Driftwood). Eating orange (might have just found it/materialized it).
Finished with all but two segments. Notice grill in old house's driveway. Bike
at house across street from Indiana house (Hitcocks? Ray?). Their grill is out;
toss orange on grill. Miss...stop bike. Move orange onto grill but not touching
their meat. Unsure if they wanted orange on their food.
Move down farther towards Neighbor's driveway where grill is (Hoffmeisters).
Ask dad why not use the other grill (our grill). "There's no gas in that one."
Mister comes out as Father turns on the grill with large bird in hand. He
laughs and says, "This is gonna take a while. You're farther behind than I
expected." Dad laughs (uncomfortably) and starts carving some of the bird that
is down in the grill. The grill is filled with bones that look more like pig
ribs and fire ventures around throughout this rib-forest.
There is bbq sauce on this bird, in many pieces. Can't figure out which pieces
are what, but all of it goes onto the grill.
Somehow get to a restaurant. Sitting with people (unfamiliar). Everyone
talking about something. Many sides for everyone to eat with only some meat.
Mashed potatoes (and white gravy), corn, broccoli or some other
green-salad-casserole looking thing. Looks like people only take two of the
three. Finish contents of place (unsure what was on plate) and go for meat.
Typically don't eat meat, but some reason, compulsion to do so. Three
pieces...new york strip side of a T-Bone...other side of a T-Bone, and
something boarded with bone (meat in the center). All pieces are raw (pink),
with finger-holes (as if poked) in them. Take the pink one...contemplate
eating it raw. Thoughts about microwaving, but meat should really be grilled.
Begin looking for microwave around the place. Walking in fairly random
patterns throughout the restaurant, but can't seem to find one that works or is
plugged in. See one, but that's unplugged. Keep venturing around in random
patters, most people not noticing...until a little boy starts following.
Notice that actually, several little boys and girls are following. Continue
walking and more kids start to follow. In fact, there's no stopping now since
the kids behind are pushing the front of the line forwards. Other people
notice as the line grows. "Look how many people there are." "Look how long the
line is." Thoughts of joy, recognition of the following line, thoughts of
pride...beating down thoughts of pride. Small exchange with one kid, something
about how "You were just walking around really funny...so we came with."
Confusion...but joy all the same.
Kids really start pushing from behind. Down on all fours (for some reason),
kid starts crawling on back...pops out over head. Try to stop flow of kids but
nothings gonna stop this movement now. Something happens though...vision
changes...some bail-out order (?). [Bodiless] Front of plane. Colorful pilot
and co-pilot seats. Pilot bails out of plane with parachute...all passangers
have bailed out of plane. [Gain body in "camera plane"] (Oh, movie!) Watch as
all the following kids and the pilot(s) start decending towards the ocean.
{Beautiful scene!} Worry about children and pilots, but mostly about the
children. Music plays, something about "When Angels loose their wings..."
Children explode (changing into) colorful birds of all varieties...quite a
sight. Watch as plane crashes into ocean...and then plane crashes into ocean
meeting the debris already there (from it already crashing). Inside cabin
fills up with water...stay in water bubble...but realization that this is a
movie.
Dramatic scene change to a field with parking lot. Familiarity with the
area...felt like this has happened before, or at least, been in this area
before. Hurridly open the gate to the North. Strange locking mechanism.
Basically, two plastic-triangular pieces come down (vertical) to a point (each
separated by perhaps two inches) and a cross-beam with holes for each
triangular point braces the two points...locking the door. Undo one triangular
point/cross-beam connection. Open door and walk inside noticing open door to
left and large wooden door to right. Door on the right is much out of a horror
movie, as if where "they" keep the beast / crazy man that likes to cut up
things with a chainsaw. Relock door and take the other open screen door.
Trying to move with as little sound as possible (opening screen door, closing
screen door) realizing that the cops have arrived. (Apparently to arrest..."me"
Shit.) Much running from the cops through a grass field. Vaulting over the
chainlink fences with barbed-wire at the top. Jump up to top of the fences and
backflip over them (so as to avoid the barbed-wire, flipped over the
barbed-wire). Notice that it gets easier to jump as running picks up speed.
Jumping quite high, in fact, much higher than usual. See a car pulling away
and beg to be let into the car.
"Have you ever had one of those dreams where the cops are chasing you?"
"Yeah...."
"Well, I'm having one of those right now. Please let me inside of the car."
They (father, mother, young daughter in the back seat (7 yrs)) refuse to let me
in so I ask them where I am (what is this city)
"Creative-berg"
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| :: 6.18.2009 :: |
:: 2:06 PM :: |
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Sitting at a table working on a small disassembled robot. The task (undisclosed verbally or otherwise, just known) is to convert the robot to support multiple programs. The specifics get messy, but they're there (just like a tree). The hardware architecture is similar to a TI-83 graphing calculator. However, uncertainty surrounding the language these programs are written in, C or assembly. Plus, the memory structure is also uncertain. Seems like no secondary persistent storage is present (like a hard-drive; strictly memory).
Walking from the robot table to look at a diagram on the wall or talk to a co-worker (fairly uncertain of why attention is diverted from the robot). Hear a tink as red flies towards the wall. Look at woman sitting next to you, and notice some wires are sticking out that weren't before (as if something had been removed). Continue working. Sitting next to a friend from philosophy, Julia, (had a dream about her before...very peculiar how she's showing up). Not sure what we're talking about. Strange that this is the job as opposed to something else (multiple people with varried degrees all working in the same place(!!)).
More working and confusion. Spot one friend from high school, Christie, wearing desert camo along with a few of her other friends (unfamiliar). Looks in this direction, but unnoticing of the aquaintancy. Hear more parts fly towards the wall. Look back towards robot and certain that the woman has been taking capacitors and throwing them away. Anger arises. Ask woman why she is doing that. "I'm not doing anything" but in a rather snotty tone. Woman's friend sitting next to her defends her with some sort of speech (unfamiliar).
Don't want to talk to 'boss' (Andersen) about this. Not much for squeeling. Solve problems by self instead of appealing to falsly placed heirarchy (don't call the cops on friends; who isn't/couldn't be a friend?). Work on robot some more. Boss does come to talk about working shedule. Would work four days in a row so a shift in the schedule (+1 day; Friday instead of Thursday)--break on Thursday. Walk away from the boss and towards the wall near my station. Breadboard with resistors keeps track of days worked...shuffle resistors around to match new schedule agreement. More capacitors fly against the wall.
Move back to table with woman sitting directly across and Julia sitting next to. Speak with woman, "Why are you doing this?"
"Because it seems like you're really not interested in what's happening here, as if you don't care about what's going on."
Reply: anger-colored tone, "My primary experience is with the software portion of electronics rather than the hardware. Right now, I'm trying to see if these modifications will even work. Basically, I'm prototyping to see if the screen will even come up. If that works, then I'll have to figure out how the memory is structured," {nod from the audience; sympathy/beginning of grokking}, "what language I can write the programs in, (you know, C or assembly)," {more nodding from audience}, "so I'm not really sure yet how it all fits together." Woman understands and speaks of internet; robot's assembly/architecture similar to TI-83 graphing calculator. Could find out via those means.
(Unfamiliar) Other Boss (Christensen) comes over worried about schedule change. Planned to talk about program structure or something 'n' other on that day. Could come in and talk about that later on Thursday (day off) afternoon (since I apparently don't get up until the afternoon). [Meta: Here I am typing on Thursday afternoon about all of this.] Something not about the changing traffic signals (somehow related to project) but about the actual program structure [Beats me...]. Impression that this discussion is happening too early. Discussion more about distant lower-level design decisions prior to establishing initial framework.
[BREAK]
Find self at the top of a hotel (revealed later, but there for sake of "story"). Black plastic piping hangs from the ceiling, steam escaping. Three black men with dreadlocks and checkered patterned shirt (like flannel pattern) stands opposite a white woman in red heels, red spandex bottom and top, black hair. She apparently absorbed the other fellow's powers of "fire," which she promptly demonstrates by setting their hair on fire. Men run out the room, but aware of their death before they can reach the bottom of the hotel. Running down after them, the stairwell is untraditional. Some floors do not have flights of stairs between them forcing jumping from floor to floor (rather unsafe and slightly scared/nervous). Jump down several floors, one-at-a-time, and get to a ground floor with stairs connecting to the lobby. Running out into the lobby, there: janitor (friend) speaks, "Hey, check out what they have me doing now." Gestured to mopping the doormats.
Something to the effect of: 'That's a pretty messed up job.' Period of watching and growing closer.
[BREAK]
Random hallway with other children. Phone is signing "I'm all alone..." (other words unfamiliar). Other child in hallway says that his phone doesn't do that. Hands over phone hoping for a repair job of some sort. Apparently some buttons don't work either (three of them related for similar functionality). Examining case reveals cracks. "Did you drop your phone?" Boy grimaces and frowns. Closer examination of the phone and holding it together awkwardly reveals that all of the functionality is there. It's just that the case is somewhat busted up. Recommend gluing the case back together, which has now become quite a large and expansive bust of something similar to "The Thing" but in a light-tan, mud instead of red, rocks.
[BREAK]
Coming down off a mountain with winter snow all around. Passenger side of a truck or some other vehicle (assumed but never seen...actually, vehicle was never seen including when talking to driver). Following rather closely to a motorcycle in front pulling a trailer. Looks like a man and woman are on the motorcycle and another guy is on a jet ski on the trailer.
Conversation happens in the cab of the vehicle (unfamiliar). Man on top of jet ski slips off the path to the left. Watch as people have made camp along the mountain side. Blown up ice pagodas and some white mesh blanketing covering either site. See woman (from motorcycle) wrapped up in blanket on a jet ski. At bottom of hill (many people coming down hill brush past), follow friends on foot since the vehicle disappeared. In a house...brown ottoman, red vase with branches. Tim wants to start a fire. Advise bad idea on the carpet. Fire starts, hot dog roast. "Should we go back for Will?" (man on jet ski) "No, don't worry about it. Mary/Lisa (one of them) will find him. Plus, she has a jet ski so she'll be able to find him easier.
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:: 2:58 AM :: |
:: Untold Millions -- Empty Countenance :: |
Walking bedeviled, lost in a world of noise with good intention. Adrift on a deserted island where the inhabitants are friendly like the trees. No one goes where no man's land, tappered spire--unrelenting in punctuation. Poise, promise, proportion. Sky in dead of night, silky starlight unbroken by day old bread. Here lives the trantual with legs of eight and web of epic detail. Carry forth (as if forth were a thing) the tranquily of which names have long forgotten. A winter tiding in a summer see/(not sea) of joy.
Of the Prometheus, abandon light(empty)
Look to the stars, devour the moon.
Intestines, snakes, ropes, and of pearl confines in
a continum of counting reason.
Sip. Sip for a moment the brilliance of a system.
Tricky time with speckled now umbrelloing here
amongst sepia spaces forth-behind-withheld.
Do the trees drink the water called yesterday for
blossoming bird speak beside the water-BS
You taste of empty, dellusion, and a poor ear
Steer, but only by ----------.
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| :: 4.21.2009 :: |
:: 8:02 PM :: |
:: Gentoo + Broadcom :: |
Hmm...it's been a bit. Nothing like the frustration of Gentoo and wireless to get someone to make a blog post, eh? Well, I have a fun story that I'd like to shove out into the ether. I recently nuked my previous installation of Gentoo (2.6.24-r8) and installed a new one (2.6.27-r10). FUn fun. I actually documented all of my USE flags and the kernel configuration (for the inevitable upgrades), and I even managed to get my BroadCom wireless to work (BCM4318 -- internal wireless via Dell Inspiron 6000).
However, after a little bit, my wireless stopped working. What the hell, right? I'm not honestly sure either. Maybe it was a USE flag thing, maybe I installed the wrong package? It was working at one moment, I rebooted, and now nothing worked. By nothing, I mean that the card couldn't find any access-points. ifconfig, iwconfig, and wpa_supplicant were happy as clams, more or less. There just weren't any wireless points to be found.
After much smacking and destorying of the configuration (many firmwares, ndiswrappers, etc.), I gave in and bought a PCMCIA card, specifically a Dynex DX-EBNBC (I can hear the snickers already). Turns out, this is basically the same model as my internal, BCM4318. First I'm pissed. Then, I try the card. Into the slot. Registers with Mr. Kernel. LSPCI notices. modprobe b43. Poof! Magic! Everything works just fine (just like it used to with my internal card). Better yet, I'm using the exact same drivers, firmware, net configuration. My internal (Subsystem: Dell Wireless 1370 WLAN Mini-PCI card) doesn't work but my external (Subsystem: Belkin Device 7d1a) works just fine. Oh linux....you're so fucked up....I love you.
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