Deleted Scenes From This Week

I’ve been on a quest to fill up my ipod with music, when the Pandora and Turntable of today have turned me into a music prey rather than a music hunter.  Switching back is hard work, especially since I’ve discovered some of my favorite bands could easily be just any guy on the internet with a synth and a computer.  This is truly the age of electronica, when having an analog meat-space band has become obsolete.  Dare I dream of it being a Brave New World of democratic electronica?  I think it might be here already.

A MIXTAPE for you:
U.S. Killbotics – Winter is coming
Opiuo – Robo Booty
RATATAT – Mirando

I’ve just about exhausted Spotify’s Related Artists sections for new material.  I’ve also tried the same on Zune and

Lately, I’ve had great luck farming from

When all else fails, I will venture forth into the dungeons of Bandcamp.

Fast Forward >>

It’s a gray, cold summer in Seattle and I’m sitting at the doctors’ office waiting for my immunization.  My nurse bustles in and most likely sees my distaste for needles, and she assures me without the slightest hint of arrogance, “I am very good.”  And she was.

Fast Forward >>

“You will be seeing Hiro today,” The receptionist guides me to my seat. She tells me with emphasis,  “He is very good.”

Two Japanese woman gossip over their gelled nails, in that breathy, nasal pitched tone. I cannot see them, but I am picturing anime women in my minds’ eye.  Hiro, my stylist — no, The Artist, eyes me critically through the mirror.  He is dressed in a purple t-shirt and has a twisted lob of hair that gathers at a side of his forehead.  He flicks his head and sends the forehead plait bobbing.  

Fast Forward >>

A middle aged woman is scanning my over-priced items at Whole Foods.  I am imagining she herself does not shop there.  Then I see a look in her eye, as if reading my thoughts and as if shaming me for my indulgence.  Then I realize, with a tinge of bitterness, that she and all the cashiers could be replaced by some software and one developer for maintenance.  This is not the first time the thought has crossed my mind under similar circumstances, which in itself also bothers me.

Fast Forward >>

I log into my Google+ only to confirm what I had already known all along: Google+ is an absolute ghost town. This is a sad cautionary tale of when too many engineers get together and lose touch with other humans.

I’m going through Week 3 of Introduction to Human-Computer Interaction course on  When an existential moment hits me and I realize that this course is better renamed to “Introduction to Human-Human Interaction for Humans that have Lost Touch with Humanity.”  The irony as it applies to myself is not lost on me.  I’m also frustrated by how common sense the material seems to be, so I unenroll for the first time on Coursera.

A Lone Celebration

Since this is the time of the year when the pair bonding ritual is blazenly celebrated, I’m going to go on a somewhat contrary path. I want to celebrate the ending of relationships, for which I am personally thankful for.

Cheers to:

  • The end of my draining relationship with being constantly on instant messenger.  This is the first step to taking back control of my time for its primary customer — me.
  • The end of my physically abusive relationship with my Macbook Air, as in, I no longer use it as my primary computer.  Now I don’t have the constant neck and shoulder pain.  I never gave ergonomics much of a thought until I started having a constant feeling of mild pain.  Once I realized that I can adjust my desktop to the best possible configuration for my health, health regained! 
  • The end of caring what everyone else is doing, caring what everyone else is achieving, being taken advantage of by power-hungry sociopaths, and feeling envious or demoralized.  
  • The consummation of my compulsions for video games, movies, tv.  

Overall, I am most happy that my time is 100% mine and not to be compromised for anyone else.  


I don’t want to succumb to a defeatist mentality.  This mentality is something I’ve actively tried to eradicate from my life, starting from finding at least one thing positive in even a negative incident to making an effort in noting a small positive trait in other people.  Now, when it comes to having something to say from the ruminating part of my mind, for instance, to bring forth that thought experiment or idea that’s been stewing in some recess of the brain, I just have not found the inner strength to fight defeat.  I cannot overcome that idea that everything interesting and noteworthy has been said. I’ve finally understood the stark reality that writing down an idea has the lowest entry barrier and this statistically will work against someone seeking to break new ground in this area.  Maybe I am late to the party.  Maybe I am stating the most obvious.  But I have just understood that  creating something, something beyond words, is the true domain of creativity — at least a domain that hasn’t had its final word.

My Sunday Ramblings

This seems to be the era where very little is left to be desired.  It’s a wonderful era filled with wonders.


Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Arthur C. Clarke“Profiles of The Future”, 1961 (Clarke’s third law)


So if that’s the case, why do I feel so disenchanted?

Everything’s amazing and nobody’s happy:


I believe I am struggling with the weighty consequences of human action and knowledge.  I am struggling with moral, systemic, social failures that I condone with inaction but make worse with action.  

What can I do when I see greed and irrational behavior destroy not just society but the people around me?  There’s nothing I can say to make a closed mind listen.  How can I claim any right to blame, when I see these are just products of traditions blindly passed down the generations, societal pressures, and the lack of moral or rational introspection?  

Then I ask: why do I feel empathy and the need to help?  Why should I encourage and reward everyone’s bad behavior? 

I would like to shed all of this baggage, make a break for freedom, be who I truly can be.  I fear these illusive cobwebs that seem to blind and bind everyone else.

Today, when I was sitting in my room, I wished I was home.  Maybe being home is more than the location or the people, but being true to yourself?  Maybe being home is leaving it.

A few shots from Emerald City Comic Con

Sent from my Windows Phone


Top Global Cities 2010


It’s interesting that I was just thinking I wanted to move to Austin, when the Economist has just ranked it the most financially successful American city in this year. I wouldn’t mind moving to Singapore or Shanghai either.

First Post, Ahoy! And a review of Posterous.

I am trying out Posterous to see how it stacks up against the heavyweights.  I definitely see potential in their media uploader, although I wish it had a “drag-and-drop from my desktop to webpage” feature onto this web based form.

Yay this is me hanging out in Seattle!


The other new kicker about Posterous is their blog via email feature, although I don’t see why they need to brag about it.  Even Tumblr has this feature in addition to allowing one to post from some unheard of location, like your SMS or your Iphone app.  Although, on the plus side, you can easily add tags via email — brilliant and simplistic!  I’m not such a huge fan of email, after having to babysit it all day for work purposes.  Although email is also a great liberator of all these custom web based blogging forms!

Frankly, I am a midge disappointed by this blogging platform.  I had huge expectations from their slogan that said to me: upload a bunch of media and text, and we’ll do the blogging for you!  Posterous, if you turn my tweets, texts, pics, urls into a coherent, front-page newspaper splash — then you’ve got a friend for life. I also expected the iphone app to allow me to multi-select pictures I want to upload at the same time.  I think the facebook app allows for that.

Unfortunately, it appears to be mostly a slight variation of the recurring theme that is blogging platforms today.  I definitely appreciate the responsiveness and slickness of the web UI, compared to say Blogger or WordPress.  This platform approaches Tumblr in terms of the aesthetics without sacrificing depth of the content displayed.

When I tried to import my LiveJournal content over to Posterous, all I got was a link that said my content was imported.  Well, that’s prePosterous!  Although that appeared to fail completely, they are the only platform I know of that even offers a native import feature.  I really hope they make it work for LJ.  I got my blogger articles to move over quite smoothly.

I am looking forward to uploading strange and unusual media formats to see how this platform handles the beautification thereof.



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