23 August 2000
musings of a prod. -|-
once a philosopher
Clinton (of Sam Hill fame) told me an interesting story this afternoon...
One evening, the great thinker Voltaire was visited by some of his friends.
"Voltaire, Voltaire, come with us to the town brothel," they pleaded.
"Very well," he replied, and they went to the town brothel. The next night, Voltaire's friends came to
visit him again.
"Voltaire, Voltaire," they said, "come with us again to the town brothel."
Voltaire replied simply, "No."
"But why?" they asked.
"Once, a philosopher," replied Voltaire, "twice, a pervert."
steam valve of the soul
I sometimes try to stop and think about why dreams have always been so important to us. Since ancient times,
it has been the whisper of the gods, omens, symbols, premonitions, and for a while there, it seemed
almost as though they were to be discarded, the mere stretching and quivering of neurons and memory
pathways. But I'm not so sure that it isn't all of the above...
I've had, on no less than 2 occasions, dreams which I am certain came true in real life. The first was
in high school... I don't recall much save for the fact that in the dream I'd been in the living room
of an apartment, and that I was a student at UCLA. I thought how nice, it would be interesting to
live in an apartment and go to UCLA. Naturally, I'd nearly forgotten the dream, and
wrote-off the UCLA part as mere wish-fulfillment. Eventually, I did go to UCLA, and in my fourth year
moved into my second apartment there. Late one night, a couple friends were over. For a full 5 seconds,
I lived a snippet of that dream. This was no mere déjà vu, I distinctly recalled dreaming
The second involved working where I do now, at MR.
It was a dream I had in college, and I thought, how strange, an astrophysics major working for a web
company. That was why the dream stayed with me. One day, I was talking to a colleague in her cubicle
about nothing special when I experienced that same 5-second time from the dream.
Both dreams were of nothing special. Apparently, it's trivial prophecy. Peripheral visionary. Somewhere
along the line, God came and whispered to me, and perhaps the only thing for me to learn from it is that He
knows what's going to happen. Maybe sometime I will see something good and not think "how nice," but know
that it will happen, and look forward to it, and work toward it.
Elsewhere and ANODE have gotten awards in the past. As a rule, though,
I don't post buttons and links without a compelling reason, because that's what a lot of 'awards' are
really about: link exchange. I've gotten a bunch of things like
"Bob's Dark Web Award" and whatnot by nice individuals who think these dark pages are cool and hope I'll
put their 60k 200x145 JPEG on my site with a link to theirs. Almost universally,
I get an email from said "Bob" and nothing else, and when I stop by Bob's site, am stunned by the lack
of content and design, or am overwhelmed by a million animated gifs of spiders crawling on ankhs and whatnot.
Apparently he might have read a poem or something and thought I could use an award.
This week, however, I got a different kind of award, one where I know the selector took time to look
at the site and the content, and thought kindly enough of this little bit of brain-mush to send me a note.
Joe Jenett of CoolStop.com awarded me (and the other
current ANODE part-time conspirator David,
without whom the flash of crossvector would
simply not exist) his "Best of the Cool" award for 20 August 2000. He even wrote an actual review which I find very flattering.
Thank you very much, Joe! (I even have a "mature content" warning, for just reasons, because crossvector uses R-rated language.
I was even called "one creative dude!" He didn't catch my typo in the META description tag where I spelled
hallucinations "hallicinations," though. My bad.) Give CoolStop a little visit. That is a site with
a lot of content... Maybe I'll put "one creative dude!" on my business card.
musings of a prod.
A little reconstruction at the Revolution.
Rest In Peace, Dr. Zaius.