| 2000.02.12
Red Pocket
A loss of something precious brings about
the catalyst that overrides all sensations of the body and drives a mind
numb...
Site Redesign in the works. Expect
it to debut on Valentine's Day.
2000.02.07
Information Systems / Finance
I mass-linked this page (link)
to almost everyone with any sort of online computer game experience on
my AIM buddy list. And believe me, that's quite a few people. Reading
that article, I could NOT stop laughing.
BUT! Reading it, confimed one of my most important theories in life:
People are stupid.
Actually, let me qualify that: People aren't necessarily stupid. It's
amazing just how much the level of information access affects all of us
these days. People who either don't keep up with news (news in general,
not necessarily technews) or people who don't know or have never learned
how to access information/ data/ news, are left out in the cold.
"What's Napster?"
You ought to know that, son.
On another note: For the Investment Analysis Group (IAG) of Stern@NYU,
my friend Josh Li and
I are presenting an overview of the GAMING INDUSTRY with an emphasis on
the public offerings of NVIDIA CORPORATION (NASDAQ: NVDA). They announce
earnings on the 14th. Get on the bus.
Here's the flyer I did for our presentation:
[click for the big picture (new window).]
2000.02.06
My Misbegotten MataHari
Projection of ideals is one of my major problems
when it comes to girls. Somehow, I have a horrendous habit of often judging
off the bat, and then when the girl turns out not being who I had imagined
her to be, I feel dissapointed. The feeling I get thereafter, I like to
call the "sunken-heart effect." Heart falls to your knees; And
the beat keeps rolling.
This is bad. Very bad.
But at least now I'm aware of it.
2000.02.03
FilthNoiseDeluxe
Miscommunication of the level beyond sleep.
Really: What does your head tell you to do when you're asleep? Does it
tell you things you shouldn't know? Does it tell you things without giving
you the whole story, and thereby you end up waking without knowing the
whole truth, and therefore acting upon the half-assed truth which, most
probably, will only lead you to more trouble and more miscommunication?
Our brains are evil. Really. Greed and kindness may go hand in hand nowadays
(especially for technocorporatewh0res like me). Honesty is good, but who
else is really following that rule? It's the archetypal human emotion,
but now so diluted.
Oh? Oh:
Q-Tips are a great invention: even if we're unable to clean out our heads,
at least the tubular structures that is one source of our information
feed is clean.
Long live ears. Long live Q-Tips.
2000.02.01
Management, Morality, Feminism
5AM. I have three extremely long essays to
read about Management, Morality, Feminism and other "business ethic"
related propaganda. But I can't. I just can't.
This morning I left my dorm around 9AM heading to class. I knew as I went
out the doors that I had a horrendous schedule (as I tend to do now every
single day, over and over). And then, as usual, I put on my headphones,
turned on the CD player stuck in my pant pocket (I need a RIO!).
SES4, yes? KoreanPop that I don't bloody understand. I've been listening
to this CD almost nonstop since I got that (and that was in December).
Amazing. And yes, this morning, after having realized what a total bitch
of a schedule I have, putting on this CD suddenly calmed the hell out
of me. Really. It was amazing. Absolutely so.
In effect and retrospection, it's just odd. But somehow, someway, whenever
I feel... complexified (I love my custom wordage), a bit of SES cheers
me up.
Yes, Yes, Ya'll; SES Ya'll.
2001.01.29
Rebirth?
Hiatus: Now...
...until? Hrm.
2001.01.10
Home Is Where My Computer Is
Off the bat: I highly dislike 56k after being spoiled by a T3 and an OC-3.
It's horrible connecting to the internet here, especially since I'm switching between AOL and NetZero as my choice of ISP every hour. And I miss playing Counterstrike with a 20 ping.
Other that that, I'm Home. In Houston, Texas, that is. It's great to be back (and I've actually been here since the 3rd of January). Today's the 10th, and I'm leaving once again on the 13th since classes start on the 16th.
Also: I miss public transportation.
2000.12.22
Urban Backlash: Winter 2000
My last final was yesterday.
Hallelujah, child.
I've got three weeks for winter vacation. Currently planning on heading back to Houston (have a reservation on the 25th) and then come back to NYC around January 11th or 12th.
Got lots of stuff to do. Possible redesign. Etc, Etc.
In case I forget to say it (or HAVE forgotten to say it):
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year.
--Rahat
2000.12.19
The Rocketeer's Ballad
I suppose everything that we do is a theory or some projection based on some theory. Consider the fact that we’re at the line at McDonald’s, waiting to get served. What we do when we’re asked, “What do you want, bitch?” is all a spontaneous projection of the theoretical us in order to eek out a response (which we must, or we’d look stupid, yes?). Yes. So yes, “Whaaaaaaaaaaaa?” is our response, because we’re not accustomed to what isn’t and only to is, we’re traditionally customized to the theoretics of the past population. Oh yes. And the conversation goes on, “I’m your Daddy,” believe it or not (and NOT being the prevalent answer): can you feel it?
City to city, state to state, can you feel it, baby, the ehn wye see is the place to be;
To the population—be the baby that cracks the ocean.
[This flow has been brought to you by the Biometrik Conservation Society and its initiative entitled, “IT’S MY FIRST FINALS WEEK, SO LET ME FLOW, THIS IS MY STRESS RELIEVER, BABY, SO JUST LET ME GO.” Yeh.]
2000.12.15
Three Things (And No More?)
1) Playstation 2, anyone?
2) When America thinks something
is new, they have to hype it to the extreme that by the end of the day,
the ones who know better and know that that something is NOT new are left
wondering, "What the hell?"
3) Updated:
http://www.dequinix.com/resume.html
2000.12.14
Somehow Someday Never Again
"Oh man, I couldn't believe that everyone
died at the end of the movie!"
Some people need to be shot.
Shot, I say, SHOT.
2000.12.12
The Craziest Shit on Earth
It’s bloody near 2AM on a Tuesday morning. I’m sitting alone at Ray's Pizza on the corner of St. Mark's Place and Third Avenue, chilling to my DJ CAM’s The French Connection CD and consuming two slices of good old cheese pizza with a Mango Madness Snapple.
Suddenly this girl sitting with two guys starts motioning her finger so that I would give her my attention. So, I take off my headphones and look over: "Hey, what ya listening to?"
See, I'm a nice guy, and when people whom I don't know make such suggestions/comments or whatnot, I answer courteously. Yuh.
Anyway, so she comes over to my table and sits down, and I give her the headphones to listen to. She finds the music interesting, asks me how I got into it to begin with, etc. I tell her, "You should try Other Music on 4th Street." She responds with, "Oh, I wouldn't know. I'm not from around her."
So yah, "Where are you from?"
"Houston."
Oh baby, you know it. Turns out that she went to a rival school of mine and we even know a few people in common. Out of all the people on the planet to mysteriously approach me this late with such interesting reasoning, it turns out that it's someone from near home, two thousand miles away.
At 2AM New York City amazes you. In ways you can't imagine. Indeed, the craziest shit on earth.
2000.12.11
An Arkansan For All Seasons
A few nights ago I had a dream about Bill Clinton.
Yes, he was wearing his pants.
It was a dream that took place on Election Day. I was standing outside the booth where, early in the morning, Clinton had gone to vote. While I was standing outside, I got a vision: Clinton was inside, looking at the ballot, staring at it, in fact, and shaking his head.
He then came out of the ballot booth. "Anyone have an eraser?"
Everyone around him then was immediately thinking, "Wow, he wants to change his vote!" "Does he not want Gore?" "Did he mistakenly vote for Bush, or even worse, Buchanan?"
But no, that was not the truth. I, and only I, standing there next to him, looking into his eyes and the whirlpool of sadness knew the truth.
He couldn't get himself to vote not because he couldn't decide who to vote for, but because deep inside, he still wanted to be president.
Sniff. I love that guy.
2000.12.05
That Sound The Modem Makes
One of my absolute favorite quotes in the whole wide world (and that's a mighty wide world we're speaking of) is from either the first or second track of DJ Spooky's Riddim Warfare CD. In it, right after a few weird sounds reminiscent of that sound the modem makes, a little girl in her innocent voice goes:
"The business of the future is to be dangerous."
Oh yeh, I live by that. Yes, indeed.
Currently, I'm at the Stern school labs trying to write papers and projects due tomorrow, next week and two weeks ago. It's amazing how the concept of time wraps around you so galactically (is that a word?).
It's 3:12AM. 30-hour day in progress.
Bring it, baby.
2000.11.22
A Generation of Energy
I AM GOING HOME TOMORROW.
BLOODY HELL YES.
THANK YOU.
(note: HOME = Houston, Texas.)
Details:
Depart: New York (LGA),
23-Nov-00 at 10:20 AM
Arrive: Dallas (DFW),
23-Nov-00 at 1:34 PM
Flight: American Airlines 731
Aircraft: MDC MD80
Meal Service: Lunch
Duration: 4hr 14mn
Distance: 1378 mi
Economy/Coach Class
Depart: Dallas (DFW),
23-Nov-00 at 2:16 PM
Arrive: Houston (HOU),
23-Nov-00 at 3:26 PM
Flight: American Airlines 3539
Aircraft: ERJ
Meal Service: n/a
Duration: 1hr 10mn
Distance: 233 mi
Economy/Coach Class
2000.11.19
Simple Does It Better
Not since Beth Orton (What's up with these
Euros rocking my world?) have I heard such beautiful and sincere music.
David Gray has simple words and a honest voice--and baby, when you're
sick of all the bullshit out in the world, this is what makes you feel
on your feet again. Yeh!
2000.11.18
What a Beautiful Day!
What a great day in college football. We have
civil wars from sea to shining sea. Enjoy.
(and) For Alex:
GO DUCKS! (That's Oregon, mind you.)
2000.11.13
Cutting Lunch
She's the kind of girl who likes cutting lunch. She'll head
into the library, thinking of formulas and schedules. She'll tip up her
black-rimmed glasses before opening the door, making sure they won't fall
as the wind blows past. She'll act nonchalant toward her surroundings:
There are priorities in this world, after all.
She's the kind of girl I fall in love with, the ones who don't think twice
about their surroundings. There's an attractive force in that ignorance,
a force that justifies all the greetings not taken notice of, a force
that justifies all the initiated eye contacts not recriprocated.
She's the kind of girl who I want sit with at 2am on the corner of Waverly
and Sixth, drinking coffee and talking about how her eyes are sparkling
and how my lips need hers. The moment I have the chance to take her hand
in mine, I will: And all else from then on will be history.
She's the kind of girl I'll never find, and if I do, I'll get down and
promise to her that I'll never let her go. And if she tries to run away,
I won't hold her down: A girl needs her independence. And hopeless romantics
need their dreams.
2000.11.11
Make Me Fly Again (Ye!)
I know you miss me,
I'm crazy nowwwwww!
Yes, Virginia. I do have a Playstation 2.
2000.11.10
Absence of the Present
I felt something as I was walking in the rain toward Fifth
Avenue around midnight tonight. I wanted to write something about it,
but then I realized something I wrote back on January 10, 1999, is very
similar to what I have to say.. So here:
1999.01.10: tripster realities (excerpt)
driving on the highway. on the side of the city where the forested area
lies. rain is coming down. hard. feel like the car could skid at any second,
but there is some sort of mechanical and intangible faith that keeps it
from doing so. a look out the window. down below is another highway. lights
on the front of the cars: they're bright. many of them. through the fog-blurred
window, these car headlights look like a conglomeration of fireflies.
all bustling to make it home before the lightning strikes the shoulders.
on second look, there's this feeling that takes over. (background music
in the car: william orbit. "water from a vine leaf." the xylem flow mix.)
like i'm happy. really happy. content with life. content with my surroundings.
the rain tapping on the window; the music inflating my soul; my eyes seeing
the blurred landscape in a calm manner.
that's what it's all about.
that's what it's all about.
2000.11.09
Pop Culture Phenomenon
Incoherency = Genius.
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