Turbulent Flow

What books are on your nightstand?

What was your favorite candy when you were a kid? How does that compare to now?

mmmm... P.B. Max- a buscuit of cookie, peanut butter and chocolate about the size of a hockey-puck. These repulsive things were probably responsible for enough childhood diabetes that they took them off the market. I used to love them. 

Who is your favorite Muppet? Why?
QotD submitted by knitwitology.vox.com.

I am my own favorite muppet.
Case in point:

What's the most recent vivid dream or nightmare that you remember?

I had a really bad dream last night that I was losing my mind. I was at dinner and I was getting ready to order food, the waitress staring at me, then I looked around and saw that everyone had already eaten, including me. But I couldn't remember ordering, then I realized everyone was gone and I was losing big chunks of time. Unable to speak, unable to move.

I managed to get to work on the bus today, the second of a small series of personal triumphs that also included me fixing my garbage disposal. I had to walk over a mile from the bus stop to Apple, but walking a mile every day probably wouldn't be a bad thing for me right now. As a matter of fact, I feel better right now than I have in weeks. (although I probably don't smell that great).

What's the oldest digital camera photo you have on your computer? When is it from? Let's see it!

Oh boy, here I am at Summercon 1993, in St. Louis with Emmanuel Goldstein from 2600 magazine.

Somebody explained to my mom what a blog is. It's only a matter of time till she finds one of mine.

Hmm, this is tough for some reason.. I can think of a lot of books that have affected me, but I'm having a hard time thinking of that "oh shit" moment where one book altered the way I saw everything afterwards. Godel, Escher, Bach? Sociobiology? I wish I could say something that heady.. The best I can offer is the "Oh shit" moment I had during the crowd riot sequence at the end of Day of the Locust. There was something so validating about that, like somebody was somehow plucking this internal dialogue from my brain that I could never really express externally, and putting it in big, burning, apocalyptic letters in front of my eyes. There's been a couple of Cummings ' poems that have given me that same stuck-in-a-self-reflective-vortex-of-vertiginous-love/horror feeling as well.

• Really learn Illustrator.
• Learn Processing.
• Learn CSS.
• Learn the environment window in Logic Pro.
• Get back in a life-drawing class.
• Get in an exercise routine.
• Find a job that does not make me want to die.
• Start saving money.
• Get a car.
• Learn a deep 3d application.
• Make a science-ed video.
• Learn how to make sushi.
• Renovate my house.
• Organize my filing cabinet.
• Stop making lists and start getting things done.