It's a gorgeous day today, one of those days that East-coasters imagine every day must be like in California. The sky is massive overhead and impossibly blue. It's warm without being hot. All in all one of the better days this year. And what better day than this to read the news that Whitey no longer constitutes a majority in California.
Well this is just some of the best news I've heard in ages. This is why I moved to California in the first place: diversity.
I love America, but it's outdated. Nations are an antiquated idea that we need to dispose of if we are to survive as a species. Horseshit about global villages aside, the world really is becoming a smaller place, and should be goverened thusly.
I wish the world were more like California, where people tend to come together rather than split apart. Even here, there will always be thuggish louts who act as a bullshit to that premise, just as there always will be worldwide.
But California is a trendsetter for the rest of the country. And for good or bad, the U.S.A. sets the trends for the entire world. It makes me happy that we seem to be moving together.-- posted 15:11
If someone out there wants to make Mat really happy, you could always buy him this CD.
I have it on good authority that he would like it.-- posted 13:09
thursday, march 29
80% of S.F. Dot-Coms Seen in Danger Sweet. I hope Salon isn't one of them. I'm not a dot-commer, in the common sense of the word, as I make less than your average Taco Bell employee. Still, for the last six or seven years, the 'Net has been a major passion of mine. But not because it could make me rich, but rather because it leveled the mass-comm playing field. I'm psyched to see all the johnny-come-lately's get their come-uppance. Fuck you and the startup you rode in on indeed.
Maybe I should just get a tattoo to cover my power bills...
-- posted 12:39
wednesday, march 28
Okay, so I've read some of ebay's prohibitions on selling body parts, and I think I'm good there. Same thing with its advertising policy. I guess you can't advertise on ebay... but you CAN sell ad space.
I think.
-- posted 16:50
I came across a solution to my computer problem last night: corporate logo tattoos.
So here's my plan. I'm going to offer some space on my forearm up for sale on ebay. High bidder gets to tattoo their logo on my skin. I'm guessing that in order for buyers to be interested (and to make it worth their while) it will have to be a fairly large swath of skin. I'm thinking something along the lines of six inches by two inches. Since I work in downtown San Francisco close to "multimedia gulch," take mass transit every day, work in a professional environment, and eat lunch outside every day, I can guarantee lots of impressions. Not only that, but these are high-quality eyeballs. But eyeballs aside, I'm guessing that the $3-4K spent on my inking will get a lot more notice than, say, an ad in the Chronicle or on Channel 5. Perfect for the little dot-com that needs some attention.
I'll set the minimum bid to $2500 or so so that I can be sure to walk away with at least a laptop. I also need to write something in the suction that will force whoever buys the space to pay for the tatoo's removal. And that's tricky. Because let's say I sell my arm to some high-profile Web site that tanks. Who's going to pay for the removal?
Not me, I'm obviously broke or I wouldn't be considering such a crass little gimmick anyway.
Can you put money for tattoo surgery in escrow? I wonder if nolo press has a relevant book...
-- posted 16:31
tuesday, march 27
Damn I need a new computer. My Mac is totally shot, and right now all I've got at home is my wife's old windoze machine.
It's excruciating.
At work, I'm on a 450 MHz G4 tower with a T1 line. Then I come home to a creaky old Pentium with that *$%# windoze interface and a modem. Maddening.
And then there's the whole OS X thing...
Gotta have it, gotta try it. But what the heck am I going to do? I can't afford a Mac as it is. For OS X, I really need something with 256 + MB of RAM, and I'd like a G4. But about all I can afford is a low-end iMac.
{sigh}
-- posted 10:43
wednesday, march 7
Where have all the good times gone? Austin? Boise? Chicago? Detroit? They are certainly not here in San Francisco.
The last time I saw one was in November of `98, and it was packing all of its belongings into the trunk of a blue Volkswagon Jetta with Clarke County, Georgia, plates. Had I realized, at the time, that this was the last of the good times, I would have tried to stop it. Perhaps by offering it some chocolate pie, or absinthe. From what I understand, good times are often found in the company of chocolate pie and absinthe.
Today, I seem to encounter nothing but hard times. These hard times have jaded everyone, leaving many people green, hard, shiny, and carved into the shape of turtles or elephants. That's no way to live.
On Christmas eve, in 1999, I saw the Right Reverend Alan Jones speak at the Episcopalian fortress otherwise known as Grace Cathedral. Grace Cathedral sits at the top of Nob Hill. Homeless people sit at the bottom of Nob Hill, in the Tenderloin. The Right Reverend (and maybe it was not Alan Jones, but he was certainly Right), spoke of a coming second naiveté, that could engulf us all, bringing back the good times.
To date, this strategy has not been particularly effective.
I've also tried setting out various Havahart ™ traps—filled with chocolate pie and absinthe—but so far have succeeded only in capturing several drunken raccoons. Raccoons are a rowdy lot, and one should be careful when releasing them from cages. Particularly when they are hopped up on the green fairy and chocolate.
So please, if you see any good times, could you be kind enough to send them my way?
Chocolate pie tastes best with a Graham cracker crust. If you so desire, I will be happy to send you my Aunt Dona's recipe.-- posted 13:55