Sunday night random
If Google does turn over its records to Viacom as a result of a New York judge's order, it occurs to me that what Viacom will discover about me is that I watch none of its TV shows online or off. If they dig into my profile, they'll find me watching Doctor Who fan vids, Star Trek fan vids, the occasional Keith Olbermann special comment and silly Hellboy promos. Much good may the data do them.
The discovery of an ancient Hebrew tablet that may shed light on Jewish and early Christian ideas about the messiah presents some interesting questions about the evolution of proto-Christian theology and what Jews--or a small sect thereof--really thought about the role and signs of a savior. The story put me in mind of the reaction of the Lubuvitchers when Rabbi Schneerson died. Fascinating stuff.
I don't know why this delighted me as much as it did, but because it did, I offer it to you, my readers: io9.com's The Fake Intelligence Organizations and Spy Networks of Science Fiction.
And while you're over at io9.com, take a look at their analysis of Stephen Moffat's work on Doctor Who, and how he may not be the genius we've all been taking him for. It's an interesting perspective. Curious to hear your thoughts on the subject.
Thomas M. Disch has committed suicide. It's a loss for the field. I'm saddened by his decision that a final exit was his only solution.
Lastly, I've been reworking my resume today, with enormous help from e_bourne. And now, as I draw toward the finish line, I feel the avoidance, anxiety and uncertainty that has been attendant to this entire process rearing its head again. It's why I just spent the last 90 minutes writing this entry. It's why I spent the prior 15 minutes pacing the living room and talking to the cats. I promised myself I'd finish my resume rewrite tonight and get it into the mail to the two people who asked for it before I go to bed. I've got to keep that promise. But my head is full of all the ways I might avoid that result because I find myself so worked up about all this. I keep hoping for compelling e-mail or a telephone call to distract me, but I've got to finish this. I've got to push through it. I hate how this makes me feel.
ETA 10:11 PM: Resume completed and sent. Now a different sort of anxiety kicks in. I should go to bed. ::sigh::
The discovery of an ancient Hebrew tablet that may shed light on Jewish and early Christian ideas about the messiah presents some interesting questions about the evolution of proto-Christian theology and what Jews--or a small sect thereof--really thought about the role and signs of a savior. The story put me in mind of the reaction of the Lubuvitchers when Rabbi Schneerson died. Fascinating stuff.
I don't know why this delighted me as much as it did, but because it did, I offer it to you, my readers: io9.com's The Fake Intelligence Organizations and Spy Networks of Science Fiction.
And while you're over at io9.com, take a look at their analysis of Stephen Moffat's work on Doctor Who, and how he may not be the genius we've all been taking him for. It's an interesting perspective. Curious to hear your thoughts on the subject.
Thomas M. Disch has committed suicide. It's a loss for the field. I'm saddened by his decision that a final exit was his only solution.
Lastly, I've been reworking my resume today, with enormous help from e_bourne. And now, as I draw toward the finish line, I feel the avoidance, anxiety and uncertainty that has been attendant to this entire process rearing its head again. It's why I just spent the last 90 minutes writing this entry. It's why I spent the prior 15 minutes pacing the living room and talking to the cats. I promised myself I'd finish my resume rewrite tonight and get it into the mail to the two people who asked for it before I go to bed. I've got to keep that promise. But my head is full of all the ways I might avoid that result because I find myself so worked up about all this. I keep hoping for compelling e-mail or a telephone call to distract me, but I've got to finish this. I've got to push through it. I hate how this makes me feel.
ETA 10:11 PM: Resume completed and sent. Now a different sort of anxiety kicks in. I should go to bed. ::sigh::