نص جدول هيه سم
(Yes, I know the title doesn't make any sense; however, if you already figured that out, you probably got the joke, too.)
So I finally have some free time to work on various projects I've had to put off ever since I started working super-overtime to fill in for people (mostly Kevin) and to contemplate. But first, weekend in review:
Rode with Critical Mass on Friday. Last CM of '05 and all. Found J.M.M. Jones and Arielle in Union Square, and we rode together for the first four blocks or so, before the coppers corralled us and started making arrests on 22nd street. Besides losing the cops, I managed to lose my companions in the resulting confusion, and tried calling Jesse to see where they went; however, I seemed to have misunderrememberized her phone number, as I hadn't dialed it in some time. I called Maffew to try to get her number, but he didn't pick up. Anyway, there were some scattered regroupings after the forced split-up, and I rode aimlessly with a small group of people for a while. It reminded me a bit of Halloween '05 Mass when _notanugget_ and I missed the mass proper and rode with a handful of random folk instead.
We picked up a couple of other groups along the way, and in a fairly short amount of time we had gathered a pretty sizable force. Eventually, we found and rejoined what remained of the main group somewhere in SoHo. Soon after that, the cops found the main group too, and we played "outrun/outsmart the cops" for a good 15 minutes or so. Then, somewhere in the West Village, it became apparent that they would soon have us completely surrounded, so we scattered, and soon I found myself riding alone. I went to the Apple Store to pee, since riding on the cobbles made me have to go for some reason, then started heading in the general direction of Astor Place to meet up with various and sundry Stuy folk, but not before finding some CM riders in Washington Square Park. I rode with them for a few minutes, up to the Times Up! space on Houston, where the after party that I never go to was going on, then went up to Astor Place.
The e-mail said to meet at "The Astor Place Starbucks"; however, the use of the definite article is totally inappropriate, as everybody knows that there are about three Starbucks locations on Astor Place, in spite of the fact that Astor Place is only three short "blocks" long. I went with my instinct and parked my bike outside of the big one on Broadway, then called Cohen to confirm that that was indeed the correct Starbucks. I entered, and found Cohen, along with areiser, granger, izzymet, and michiru223. A short while after I got there, femmenist showed up too, and shortly after that, we all randomly saw Danny Bloomfield. We sat around for a bit, and eventually decided to head over to a Hannukah party in Astoria at some dude's place. I forget the exact relationship, but it was something along the lines of "michiru223's boyfriend's ex-roommate's friend's stepfather's rabbi's son's co-worker's identical twin brother's classmate's drug dealer's ex-cellmate's second cousin thrice removed's professor's graduate assistant's dog-walker's pen-pal's doorman's goddaughter's dentist's receptionist's superintendant's nephew." OK, maybe i exaggerated the number of degrees of separation a little bit. Right as we were about to leave, jsoltren showed up and joined us. I didn't stay at the party very long, and areiser and I left early to return to the depths of Queens/Long Island.
An e-mail from OMaR about the B&B new year/reunion shindig at D-Rail's place being cancelled showed up in my inbox, so I decided to stay home for New Year's Eve. I fell asleep sometime in the early afternoon and didn't wake up until about 20:47. Shortly after that, njr telephoned and invited me over to his place in Queens Village to kick off 2006. I figured, since I was sound asleep at midnight on January 1st, 2005, I might as well go ahead and welcome the head of the year by watching the big ball drop on the teevee instead of watching my eyelids in bed. So I headed over to njr's place, and found areiser, vjd, Billy, and three other Asian kids whose names I don't remember at the moment. We played a couple rounds Scattegories, and a couple video games, and drank a couple rounds sparkling wine/apple cider.
So that was all last year.
Today, Day 1 of 2006, I napped a bit more, scratched together some annoyingly memory-greedy recursive functions in perl, and poked around with Illustrator a little bit. I recently found out that B-Dizzle knows my ex-roommate Alex (which makes sense, as they're both photo majors) and it turns out that Alex these days is in charge of a bunch of equipment at NYU, including a laser cutter. Almost immediately after hearing this, I thought it might be cool to design a custom headbadge for Number Eleven. Here's what I have so far:
It's intended to be a stylized shape that simultaneously holds a vague resemblance to both the Baybayin letter "DA" (the character between the 'D' and the 'd') and the latin letter 'D'. The two shapes on the left are supposed to resemble a capital 'D'; the four on the right a lowercase 'd'. (The reason, of course, being that 'D'/"DA" is the initial of both my first and last name.) When I started sketching out possible shapes, I noticed that there was a sort of Rorschach-blot-type effect going on, and that it also vaguely resembled, among other things, a flame, a drop of liquid, a leaf, a seed (almond, peach pit, etc...), a bulb (onion, etc...), a vulva, a claw, a wishbone, a pair of dancing legs, a sideways evil eye, a nose, etc. (What do you see?)
I like the middle one on the bottom row the best, though I'm not really entirely satisfied with any of them, not that I expect that I ever will be. Maybe a little more tweaking later.
So I finally have some free time to work on various projects I've had to put off ever since I started working super-overtime to fill in for people (mostly Kevin) and to contemplate. But first, weekend in review:
Rode with Critical Mass on Friday. Last CM of '05 and all. Found J.M.M. Jones and Arielle in Union Square, and we rode together for the first four blocks or so, before the coppers corralled us and started making arrests on 22nd street. Besides losing the cops, I managed to lose my companions in the resulting confusion, and tried calling Jesse to see where they went; however, I seemed to have misunderrememberized her phone number, as I hadn't dialed it in some time. I called Maffew to try to get her number, but he didn't pick up. Anyway, there were some scattered regroupings after the forced split-up, and I rode aimlessly with a small group of people for a while. It reminded me a bit of Halloween '05 Mass when _notanugget_ and I missed the mass proper and rode with a handful of random folk instead.
We picked up a couple of other groups along the way, and in a fairly short amount of time we had gathered a pretty sizable force. Eventually, we found and rejoined what remained of the main group somewhere in SoHo. Soon after that, the cops found the main group too, and we played "outrun/outsmart the cops" for a good 15 minutes or so. Then, somewhere in the West Village, it became apparent that they would soon have us completely surrounded, so we scattered, and soon I found myself riding alone. I went to the Apple Store to pee, since riding on the cobbles made me have to go for some reason, then started heading in the general direction of Astor Place to meet up with various and sundry Stuy folk, but not before finding some CM riders in Washington Square Park. I rode with them for a few minutes, up to the Times Up! space on Houston, where the after party that I never go to was going on, then went up to Astor Place.
The e-mail said to meet at "The Astor Place Starbucks"; however, the use of the definite article is totally inappropriate, as everybody knows that there are about three Starbucks locations on Astor Place, in spite of the fact that Astor Place is only three short "blocks" long. I went with my instinct and parked my bike outside of the big one on Broadway, then called Cohen to confirm that that was indeed the correct Starbucks. I entered, and found Cohen, along with areiser, granger, izzymet, and michiru223. A short while after I got there, femmenist showed up too, and shortly after that, we all randomly saw Danny Bloomfield. We sat around for a bit, and eventually decided to head over to a Hannukah party in Astoria at some dude's place. I forget the exact relationship, but it was something along the lines of "michiru223's boyfriend's ex-roommate's friend's stepfather's rabbi's son's co-worker's identical twin brother's classmate's drug dealer's ex-cellmate's second cousin thrice removed's professor's graduate assistant's dog-walker's pen-pal's doorman's goddaughter's dentist's receptionist's superintendant's nephew." OK, maybe i exaggerated the number of degrees of separation a little bit. Right as we were about to leave, jsoltren showed up and joined us. I didn't stay at the party very long, and areiser and I left early to return to the depths of Queens/Long Island.
An e-mail from OMaR about the B&B new year/reunion shindig at D-Rail's place being cancelled showed up in my inbox, so I decided to stay home for New Year's Eve. I fell asleep sometime in the early afternoon and didn't wake up until about 20:47. Shortly after that, njr telephoned and invited me over to his place in Queens Village to kick off 2006. I figured, since I was sound asleep at midnight on January 1st, 2005, I might as well go ahead and welcome the head of the year by watching the big ball drop on the teevee instead of watching my eyelids in bed. So I headed over to njr's place, and found areiser, vjd, Billy, and three other Asian kids whose names I don't remember at the moment. We played a couple rounds Scattegories, and a couple video games, and drank a couple rounds sparkling wine/apple cider.
So that was all last year.
Today, Day 1 of 2006, I napped a bit more, scratched together some annoyingly memory-greedy recursive functions in perl, and poked around with Illustrator a little bit. I recently found out that B-Dizzle knows my ex-roommate Alex (which makes sense, as they're both photo majors) and it turns out that Alex these days is in charge of a bunch of equipment at NYU, including a laser cutter. Almost immediately after hearing this, I thought it might be cool to design a custom headbadge for Number Eleven. Here's what I have so far:
It's intended to be a stylized shape that simultaneously holds a vague resemblance to both the Baybayin letter "DA" (the character between the 'D' and the 'd') and the latin letter 'D'. The two shapes on the left are supposed to resemble a capital 'D'; the four on the right a lowercase 'd'. (The reason, of course, being that 'D'/"DA" is the initial of both my first and last name.) When I started sketching out possible shapes, I noticed that there was a sort of Rorschach-blot-type effect going on, and that it also vaguely resembled, among other things, a flame, a drop of liquid, a leaf, a seed (almond, peach pit, etc...), a bulb (onion, etc...), a vulva, a claw, a wishbone, a pair of dancing legs, a sideways evil eye, a nose, etc. (What do you see?)
I like the middle one on the bottom row the best, though I'm not really entirely satisfied with any of them, not that I expect that I ever will be. Maybe a little more tweaking later.