2000.09.02: Geisha Voices in Manhattan

It's all about to change.

It's all about to change.

SOON.

2000.08.24: A Clockwork Orange

[originally posted on 1999.04.16 on oia2.]

you should take your grades and shove them down your throat. the world is not made of numbers. people are not made of numbers. be it that numbers do make the world go round, for they are an intricate part of the bind that holds the fabric of our existence. but also let it be known that to designate a number to you, to me, is nothing short of blasphemy on humanity.

i want you to cut down the trees in the forest and clear the path to my cabin. i want you to enter and sit down, and to take a look around and to tell me what you see. nothing short of reality, of perspective, of unearthing beauty of what things are and what things are not.

i liked my old keyboard because it made a clicking sound. it left no room for me to doubt of it being hit. this is an analogy: i want to hit the world, to rock it, to shake it and leave my mark. i have been here, and when i leave it, you will have known such. this is my plan--my master plan.

and things shall work out so nicely, because you see, i have the potential. this i know. this i know. if i can make magic appear and disappear, why cannot i make miracles happen? "the business of the future is to be dangerous." the business of the future is to exist and survive without surrendering to the threat of cowards and of the inner, destructive self.

is it not popular belief that the downfall of mankind will come from within? i do not believe so. i believe we are more intelligent than this. i believe we are as strong as the cockroaches. i believe we are intelligent enough to evolve not only physically but also intellectually, in a manner that gives more concern to the existence rather than the ownership and destruction of property and humanity.

this i believe, this i shall stand by. this is what will lead me on my path of glory and honor. can you ever be too ambitious? brutus thought caesar was too ambitious, and brutus was an honorable man. yet, i am no caesar. i have seen his follies, i have learned from his mistakes.

death shall not come to me until i have conquered the impregnable. this is how it shall be. this is the orchestra to which i shall conduct my symphony.

i shall be there, waiting--will you be there too to join the parade? in the end, ladies and gentleman, we shall all be floating in space.

--just don't burst my bubble, yo.

2000.08.24: WANTED: Singapore Airlines Stewardesses

I'm here.

Currently shacking up at a family friend's residence in Forest Hills/Queens. As I've mentioned before, I move into my dorm on the 27th (that's a Saturday). Anxious. Anxious Deluxe.

And my monitor didn't break!

2000.08.20: Tripster Realities I: Passion & Innovation

01 DJ SHADOW | building steam with a grain of salt
02 LAMB | trans fatty acid (kruder & dorfmeister mix)
03 BOARDS OF CANADA | turquoise hexagon sun
04 DJ KRUSH | dig this vibe
05 DAVID HOLMES | gone (kruder & dorfmeister mix)
06 BOARDS OF CANADA | hi scores
07 BASSIC | seduction
08 NEON GENESIS EVANGELION (REFRAIN) | forbidden gene
09 BOARDS OF CANADA | everything you do is a balloon
10 MILES DAVIS | flamenco sketches
11 DAVID BYRNE | the last emperor theme
12 TOWA TEI | lcm

2000.08.18: Baby Voxin'

I AM A KOREANPOP WHORE.

2000.08.16: TechnoGeek Sniping

And indeed it is 3:52AM on a Wednesday morning. I have successfully completed a highly complex mission involving technological intrigue and mental human suspense:

http://cgi.ebay.com/aw-cgi/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=408370371

Note: If you see the bid history, you'll see the little bastard I am. Compare the ending times and the time i placed my ONE and ONLY bid.

(PostScriptDeluxe: It doesn't compare, though, to when I bid on a STB Velocity 4400 NVidia TNT chip based video card. I won the bid $55.02 to $55.01 with a little over 15 seconds left.)

2000.08.15: In A Town Called Liberty

Consider certain mental discourses in today's society which lead all of us to believe in hype, in the surreal, in what is not and what never will be: we, in the end, are toys of the corporations, the power-hungry geniuses who've reached the top and never plan to come down. Disintegration of the known, atomic world into the sinister, subatomic whirlpool of metafiltered technogeeks is inevitable. Think about it: who makes most of the decisions in your life? Is it you? Parents? Your bloody conscience? Think again.

How about that Fossil watch? Or that Sony television? Across the room, next to your door: that mini Frigidaire refrigerator with your megalots of Coca-Cola? Or go down the apartment stairs, into the streets: Honda Accord? Toyota Corolla?

This is a society in which your possessions own you.

This is a society in which freedom is power and power is money.

Practicality defies passion; Sensibility is for the olden lots.

This is my future, this is my world.

Welcome.

(And people wonder why I want to be a technocorporatewh0re.)

2000.08.14: An Island's Static Aurality

Breeze.

"You know, I can't believe I'm holding you by your waist."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it never used to be like this. It's hard to believe I had to curse you out before I could get close to you. Ironic, isn't it?"

"True, true. It's good to let yourself out. Good results, often, you know?"

"Yah, definitely. I know. Now."

(refrain)

Breeze.

2000.08.09: Third Avenue North Residence Hall

75 Third Avenue New York, NY 10003-5582 Three 14 story towers 900 residents

Third Avenue North is a complex of three towers. Students live in two or three bedroom apartments that have private baths and fully equipped kitchens.

One of the University's four computer centers is located here. Faciliities include television lounges, study areas, a snack bar, small theatre, weight room, exercise room, practice rooms and a game room. Security includes a hand-scanning machine at the entrance. The central courtyard, equipped with café tables, is a favorite outdoor meeting place for students.

2000.08.09: You Are My Angel

If, and therefore, or else.

Conjunctionary Contradictionary, Canary (like the background color?);

flow = can you go? (it's the sixth beat, until we meet)

_playful dislocation, legs break
_i'm now tainted in my locomotion
_got me livin', got me trippin'
_rabid, incessive, super-psyche potion
_of the kinetic fields, can you feel
_these hyper neurons, transferring emotion

{ ex | xe sexe }

// i felt her inside my soul;
// i didn't think i could let her go;
// yet she denied what was;
// and so now it's a fairy tale.

++ iz it psyens fiktion ii,
[for in the end, you cannot let go what surrounds you so heavily].

2000.08.07: Chinese Box

It's quite an odd feeling when I realize who I am, where I've been and where I'm going, especially when I attempt to relate it all to the world around me. I may be the farthest thing from a prophetic child, but there's always something in my head that tells me, "Yah, kid. You're different."

And for that, I must be.

2000.08.06: An Universal Medium of Trade

"Excuse me, I was wondering when Neon Genesis Evangelion's Death and Rebith and End of Evangelion are coming out in the US?"

"Well, probably never. You see, the American rights to the 26 episode Japanese TV series is owned the ADV films, which is based right here in Houston. But the rights to the two movies you're speaking of are owned by Manga of Japan. Problem is that two movies have clips in them from the TV series. So, if Manga wants to release the movies in America, they'll have to pay ADV royalties, something they won't do. So chances are, they'll never be released."

"How about bootlegging?"

"Well, problem with that is these movies are in Japanese. So even if someone bootlegged them, they wouldn't be able to mass market them because of the language barrier. I mean, not many people want to learn a new language just to watch a movie. Plus, ADV and Manga will both sue their pants off if they find them out."

After that, I came home and went to ebay and found this:

http://cgi.ebay.com/aw-cgi/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=400931698
http://cgi.ebay.com/aw-cgi/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=400934116

I love the internet.

2000.08.06: Sixty Four Ounces

Milk. Cold, Vitamin D Milk in one gallon cartons. The type we didn't have when I was living in Bangladesh.

That's what I used to dream of every night as I lay awake on my bed in the months preceding my final journey to America in July of 1990.

I would imagine fairies picking me up while I was asleep in my bed and bringing me to an American apartment doorstep. My uncle would wake up, open the door, find me lying there. He'd take me in, and I'd have a glass of Cold, Vitamin D Milk straight out of a one gallon carton.

It's amazing what you wish for when you're eight years old.

2000.08.05: Seven Four Seven

Sometime during my first visit to New York City in the summer of 1996, I took my father aside and told him, "There is NO WAY I'll ever be able to live here."

Fast forward four years: I move into my New York University dorm on the morning of August 27, one day before my birthday.

Bring it on.