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I used to call it “online marketing”. My wife called it “posting stupid shit on the internet”. After years of disagreement, I may have to possibly eventually perhaps concede: It may have been stupid shit. Possibly.
So, I took action (eventually).
Over the last month I have divested myself of the following stupid shit:
I still occasionally post on, but rarely read:
The shedding continues. On the chopping block:
I have also replaced an elaborate, CMS-driven business website with a one-pager.
So, less stupid shit == better ROI, right? Possibly. I’ll report here in a few months. Eventually.
To be continued…
Encrypt everything. Found on LinkedIn without attribution. Source.
So this just happened. For the record, today is Wednesday, May 13, 2015.
I wanted to skip the scheduled delivery of an Amazon subscription item — a push-button operation I had performed numerous times in the past. Except today Amazon greeted me with a “new and improved” interface design — the “Skip delivery” button was gone, so I decided to reach out for help. The following exchange ensued:
Yesterday I spent a few hours at the new Whitney. If you have the opportunity, you should definitely visit — as much for the art from the likes of Jackson Pollock and Andy Warhol, as for the building itself (designed by architect Renzo Piano).
Below is one of my favorite pieces from the current exhibition — “Abstract Painting” by Ad Reinhardt.
old bike commute route
new smell of jizz in the air
spring in new brunswick
I hope I can get naturalized in time to cast my vote for the only deserving candidate in the 2016 US presidential election — Waka Flocka.
I first read this story within a story about forty years ago. I still think about it to this day.
Part of Salinger’s “Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters”, this is a bedtime story Seymour reads to Franny. Here it is in its entirety:
Duke Mu of Chin said to Po Lo: “You are now advanced in years. Is there any member of your family whom I could employ to look for horses in your stead?” Po Lo replied: “A good horse can be picked out by its general build and appearance. But the superlative horse — one that raises no dust and leaves no tracks — is something evanescent and fleeting, elusive as thin air. The talents of my sons lie on a lower plane altogether; they can tell a good horse when they see one, but they cannot tell a superlative horse. I have a friend, however, one Chiu-fang Kao, a hawker of fuel and vegetables, who in things appertaining to horses is nowise my inferior. Pray see him.” Duke Mu did so, and subsequently dispatched him on the quest for a steed. Three months later, he returned with the news that he had found one. “It is now in Shach’iu” he added. “What kind of a horse is it?” asked the Duke. “Oh, it is a dun-colored mare,” was the reply. However, someone being sent to fetch it, the animal turned out to be a coal-black stallion! Much displeased, the Duke sent for Po Lo. “That friend of yours,” he said, “whom I commissioned to look for a horse, has made a fine mess of it. Why, he cannot even distinguish a beast’s color or sex! What on earth can he know about horses?” Po Lo heaved a sigh of satisfaction. “Has he really got as far as that?” he cried. “Ah, then he is worth ten thousand of me put together. There is no comparison between us. What Kao keeps in view is the spiritual mechanism. In making sure of the essential, he forgets the homely details; intent on the inward qualities, he loses sight of the external. He sees what he wants to see, and not what he does not want to see. He looks at the things he ought to look at, and neglects those that need not be looked at. So clever a judge of horses is Kao, that he has it in him to judge something better than horses.” When the horse arrived, it turned out indeed to be a superlative animal.
According to this declassified CIA document from 1944 (PDF), many of my previous bosses and coworkers were CIA operatives, actively engaged in sabotaging their own operations.
Managers and Supervisors: To lower morale and production, be pleasant to inefficient workers; give them undeserved promotions. Discriminate against efficient workers; complain unjustly about their work.
Employees: Work slowly. Think of ways to increase the number of movements needed to do your job: use a light hammer instead of a heavy one; try to make a small wrench do instead of a big one.
Organizations and Conferences: When possible, refer all matters to committees, for “further study and consideration.” Attempt to make the committees as large and bureaucratic as possible. Hold conferences when there is more critical work to be done.
Source: “Timeless Tips for ‘Simple Sabotage'”, CIA.gov
My new musical crush is Marina Diamandis, better known by her stage name Marina and the Diamonds. Marina is a Welsh singer-songwriter of Greek heritage. She writes all her songs, and I love every single one of them. I particularly like how she switches between major and minor scales — a popular (if formulaic) device that she uses consistently throughout her songs, and which gives them a recognizable pattern.
Her third album “Froot” was originally scheduled to be released on April 3, 2015, although it was ultimately released on March 13, 2015 in reaction to unauthorized internet leaks. (source: Wikipedia)
Below is the official video for track 12 of Froot, “Immortal”. I hope you like it as much as I do.