tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84046197226478886202024-02-22T01:11:53.490-05:00Measureless EonsWhen the darkness comes, we'll be lucky to be eaten at all.Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-15414381572480314102013-05-07T20:51:00.002-04:002016-05-16T22:34:44.789-04:00Cut Off and Alone
I actually do want to start writing more. There is still a lot to say.
The problem, as I have mentioned in in the past, is time. Only this time it's slightly more legit than usual.
As some of you maybe don't know I now have a job that, while not space related, is still pretty cool and at the very least actual engineering. However this not space related but still pretty cool job requires Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-18507545039336251052013-02-22T17:59:00.002-05:002014-10-03T18:52:29.620-04:00Wrong Number
I understand wrong numbers. Believe me I do. Back in the days before cell phones, when you had to actually remember someones number it wasn't too uncommon to dial a wrong number, or remember a number wrong, or what have you. Hell, even with the fancy newfangled gadgets of today it can still happen if you're not paying attention when you dial, or when you store the number. Here's what I don't Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-80896954735827616162012-10-06T00:22:00.001-04:002013-05-07T22:40:52.377-04:00The Notebook
I am often plagued with good ideas. They come, they formulate, then they go. They are never written down. They are forgotten, only fragments remain. To small to reformulate. They just sit there and annoy. Pop in from time to time to remind you of the idea that you've forgotten. Like a dream, so vivid whilst you're dreaming, but hours after you've woken only a faint memory, if it even lasts that Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-37231795334768268932012-09-19T00:07:00.000-04:002013-05-07T22:38:52.910-04:00A Smashing Success!
So as those of you in the Cleveland area know (and those others of you who ignored the instructions in the previous post) this past weekend we had our Salon and boy was it a success. In fact even the first night blew away our expectations. Right from the start we had a full crowd and tonnes of constructive conversation. It's something we will definitely be bringing back next Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-72023103699601469782012-09-09T00:21:00.003-04:002013-05-07T22:37:58.543-04:00Shameless PlugThose of you not in the Cleveland area can feel free to stop reading at the beginning of this sentence.
Those of you who ARE in the Cleveland area are hereby compelled to continue reading.
As some of you already know I have been working on a project with Andrew Samtoy (of Cash Mob and Booker fame). With him covering the logistical aspects and I the technical ones we have putJonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-18327584667404475802012-09-06T09:45:00.001-04:002013-05-07T22:37:21.549-04:00REQUEST FOR ASSISTANCE!
Okay, here's the deal. I need help identifying a couple things that I remember from childhood but I cannot remember their titles at all. Ten points and muffin to whoever can help me identify one or more of the following:
The first one is a book. No idea title or author or we wouldn't be in this mess, of course. I can't even properly recall when I may have read this book or if it wasJonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-44363176995903001312012-09-05T00:04:00.001-04:002013-05-07T22:36:01.556-04:00...Too Quiet
So things have been quiet for a while...too quiet.
Perhaps that means there is something epic in the works? Unlikely. Or is it?!
No, let's call it what it is: lazy. But even that's not it. It's not that I've been lazy. I've been distracted. There have already been several occasions where I've sat down to start writing something and then get distracted by something else. Only this tends to Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-34891779364880680702012-08-14T10:41:00.002-04:002013-05-07T22:35:18.270-04:00My Favorite Math
For no reason at all on the drive into work the other day I started thinking about my favorite math. Not anything super complex, of which there is some, but simple single digit integer math. Also my favorite numbers.
Addition:
As it turns out, one of my favorite simple additions is 6 + 4 = 10. Seems simple enough, right? Well how about if I tell you that 6 and 4 are among my least favorite Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-6278449568640662752012-07-30T22:47:00.003-04:002013-05-07T22:32:16.582-04:00The Family You Never Had
Stock photography is a thing. A very blatant and obvious thing. Used by companies to make their web pages, brochures and advertisements make the simplest most mundane tasks look ridiculously exciting or utterly impossible. But it's not all advertising. Advertising is pretty clear. "Buy this product because then you will look like this beautiful model!" or whatever. Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-17919903847642506362012-07-19T17:40:00.001-04:002013-05-07T22:19:43.346-04:00THE MOON!I've often wondered about how awesome it would be to be permanently on vacation. Pretty awesome I'd imagine. Just to have one central place somewhere so you always had somewhere to return "home" to. But travel for a couple months, relax for a couple months, relax while traveling. Old school type travel too. Like actually sail on an ocean liner for the however many days it takes to cross the Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-32155635018344170882012-07-02T11:22:00.000-04:002013-05-07T22:12:04.005-04:00For Sale: 1 Bridge, Slightly Used
I shall diverge, but for the briefest of moments, from the more "traditional" warning methods to something slightly more...applicable.
I was having a discussion with a friend of mine over at Ask the Motherboard (which is exactly what it sounds like: a sentient computer housed in a secret government facility that rather than take control of the entire US nuclear arsenal andJonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-61486708783587578852012-06-22T16:03:00.003-04:002013-05-07T22:06:00.778-04:00RESEARCH!
The internet has, from time to time, been called the information superhighway. Or at least it was back in the 90s. But no matter what the name, the internet is still a thing. And it serves a singular purpose: allowing constant unfettered access to pictures, videos and animated GIFs of cats.
There is a secondary “side effect” if you will to this
constant feline access. And that is Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-57079469346759060562012-06-18T09:57:00.001-04:002013-05-07T22:02:48.625-04:00What the Frack?!
I am currently listening to the single most vulgar public radio round table discussion ever. Seriously, I'm no prude but I cannot believe they're allowed to talk about this!
They're talking about public fracking, private fracking, fracking on farms and in towns. Horizontal fracking, vertical fracking, chemical fracking, group fracking.
Holy hell, hydro fracking! I can only assume that is Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-7090175180331356102012-06-16T14:43:00.002-04:002013-05-07T22:02:14.860-04:00"Repent, Harlequin!" said the Ticktockman
So I've been staring at this for awhile. Haven't written anything, until now. But what to write? More on how job searching sucks? How when you upload your resume to a company they don't show you until after you submitted it that they chose to ignore all your formatting and make it a jumbled cluster fuck? (Though I have to imagine that when they actually look at it they download the file...but Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-78586794084357913642012-06-12T23:11:00.001-04:002013-05-07T22:02:24.188-04:00A New Solution
I just finished Mass Effect 3. I have no idea why people were complaining about the ending.
The games were utterly fantastic, but I do not think I can ever play any of them again. Not because they weren't amazing, but, as The Pietras put it, "It's over now, and that's how it fucking well happened."
I'll be interested to see what the "additional" ending material is going to be. Not that I Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-13063220704446082942012-06-11T11:51:00.000-04:002013-05-07T20:58:18.590-04:00Four Weddings and a Messy Hotel Room
So here's the situation: You're on vacation with your family. You arrive back to your hotel room in the early afternoon only to discover that the maid has not yet cleaned. Do you A: Call down to the front desk and ask that someone come tend to it as soon as possible? B: Deiced you don't really care because it's not that big a deal? Or C: Flip a shit, order your children out of the "filthy" room Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-17431972635999092622012-06-06T21:14:00.001-04:002013-05-07T21:10:10.430-04:00This post to be posted at a later date...
In tribute to a recent passing I have scheduled a post to be posted 14 years, 2 months from yesterday.
Please plan accordingly.
Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-76795671750059154062012-06-04T15:34:00.000-04:002017-06-03T15:38:13.085-04:00Bourgeoisie and Breakfast Food
Food culture is something I have always been interested in. I really should do more to immerse myself in it. Sometimes I wish I could be like Anthony Bourdain, traveling hither and yon, sampling the delicacies of the world, impressed, confounded, and occasionally enraged by what he experiences whilst designing rockets during layovers. Okay, he probably doesn't do that, but ifJonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-86447118562633959462012-06-02T08:24:00.000-04:002013-05-07T21:05:52.175-04:00HA, see?!
Came across this after writing the previous post.
Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-33618351794592204952012-06-01T13:57:00.000-04:002013-05-07T21:04:22.198-04:00Why Job Searching is the Devil, and Other Stories
Is it just me or is job searching probably the worst thing ever invented? Seriously, I'm pretty sure it is the worst non medical procedure ever. I haven't really even started (again) and already I hate it. Though I suppose we're not talking about job searching here, but career searching. The difference between "Yeah, I can do that," and "Yeah, I WANT to do that." Sometimes you find one, Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-49309958335659663002012-05-30T21:33:00.003-04:002012-08-07T12:45:23.146-04:00And so it begins...
So I've finally done it. I've put together a blog. Don't let the name confuse you. This is not some hipster, emo, goth whine about the meaning of existence while I cut myself listening to Bright Eyes sitting in a cafe where people cut onions in front of me in order to make me cry so I can express my feelings to the girl sitting next to me and she'll think I'm Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8404619722647888620.post-72433947887110891272012-05-30T20:32:00.001-04:002012-05-30T21:03:51.972-04:00This is a test post. I will turn this post into a real post after I get some of the layout shit together.
Bear Suit Lain is not amused.Jonathanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09876920343161211718noreply@blogger.com0