Linjoilla taas [05 Jan 2010|07:20pm] oolatus Joulu meni, uusivuosi meni ja ensimmäiset päivät vuodesta menivät nukkuessa. Oikeasti. Heräsin syömään ja taas nukuin, enkä edes ollut sairas mitenkään. Väsytti vain niin paljon kaikki sosiaalisuus, matkustelu pohjoisessa jne. Lomalla ehdin nukkua hulluna, mutta silti oli olo, etten ole levännyt. Pakko oli siis antaa unen viedä. Vieläkin nukuttaa. Netti tuli mutkien kautta vihdoin asuntooni, ettei tarvitse kärvistellä 3G yhteyden kanssa ikkunalaudalla, josta ehkä saa kiinni singaalista. Mukava palata lempiblogieni pariin, ehkä nyt ehtisi käsitellä kasan valokuvia marraskuun lopusta lähtien. Paljon hauskoja otoksia on jäänyt kameraan. Ja yhä rakastan kotiani. Ja kissaani, joka on ollut mitä suloisin, ihana ja rakastettava unikaveri ja asuintoveri uudessa Oolalandiassani. Silti hotsittaisi ottaa hänen kaverikseen toinen maukulainen, että olisi enemmän seuraa hänellä minun ollessa esim. duunissa ja koulussa. Kaupat ovat tyhjiä pulkista, kun sellaista ajattelin hankkia. Äitini tosin oli sitä mieltä, ettei minun pitäisi riehua pulkkamäessä, kun täysi-ikäiseksi ehtinyt pikkusisareni meni vuosi sitten katkomaan jalkansa laskiaisriehoissa. Mitä lie tällaisella wanhalla ämmäkkeelle sitten kävisi, hehe! 1 summons| so sue me

Matrix + Tarot [02 Jan 2010|09:56pm] tarotpuu A comparison between the Fool's Journey in Tarot and the first Matrix movie. so sue me

Аватар [30 Dec 2009|05:10pm] alishka Посмотрели Аватар в понедельник вечером. Первый раз смотрю современную 3D киноленту. До этого смотрел стереокино в каком-то еще советском кинотеатре. Сценарий на троечку. Мне кажется он уже вообще как что-то второстепенное рассматривается в индустрии. Камерон воюет танковыми клиньями и ковровыми бомбометаниями застряв в 70-х и очень любит мекварриоров и прочие большие уязвимые механические игрушки. Если по сюжету что-то сложно разрешить, вбрасываем новую "деталь", которая решает нашу проблему. Это как в конце эпизода про Троцкого у Монти Пайтона. Избежали расстрела, ага. Графика наворочана достаточно красиво, но все-таки компьютерные джунгли выглядят продуктом Блендера, а ни как не природы. Но все громко, ярко и трехмерно. Так что до победы виртуального кино над реальным еще похоже далеко. Посмотреть бы ещё 3D игровое кино, а не компьютерное, так же интересно как в детстве будет? so sue me

Концегодное [30 Dec 2009|04:41pm] alishka На работе все тихо, спокойно в рождество. Много чего поделал за эти дни, пока ни кто не мешал, можно начинать расслабляться перед отпуском. А пока подведем итоги проделанной работы за год и построим планы. Посетили Дрим Театр два раза в этом году, в качестве бонуса посмотрели Opeth. Побывали на Yes, из них песок не сыпался, но какие старички уже... Был еще Шпонгл, тоже красавцы. Пропустили Threshold по болезни. Ни кого не забыл? Сходили на Сноудон с товарищами. Пробежали первые 5.8 километров подготовки к следующей горке. Начал учить Objective-C и колхозить свое первое приложение для управления сканером на нем. На будущий год уже запланировано: Билеты взяты на Джетро Тал в Оксфорде весной, Поркупайн Трии на октябрь. Ещё бы Пэйн оф Салвэйшн послушать хотелось и восполнить Трешолд. Сходить на Скафел Пайк не вывесив язык на плечо. Съездить в Париж. Довести до рабочего состояния управление сканером. Собрать-таки модельку А380. so sue me

short story: The Fool [29 Dec 2009|03:11pm] tarotpuu This story is based on a dream I had a few nights ago. I don't know if there'll be any other "Tarot stories", I haven't planned anything. I did enjoy writing this, and a special thank you goes to Tackerama for doing the beta thing. The Man with his Dog I remember Don Gibbs - Old Don as we used to call him - telling us about the Man and his dog for the first time in the late fifties. Don had been doing one of his daily drives around the area, making sure no one was trespassing the site. There, in the intolerable heat and the burning sand, were the radio telescopes: a row of pure white dishes aimed at the clear blue sky and into infinity. As Don was about to head back to the headquarters he had glimpsed something from the corner of his eye. Underneath one of the huge dishes he thought he had seen a man sitting on the ground, with a cowboy hat on his head and a dog by his side. A second later there was no one. Don knew the heat could play tricks on you. He did turn back just to make sure, but of course there was no cowboy anywhere, or a dog for that matter. With 80 miles of nothing but burning desert, no matter which direction you faced, it certainly wasn't likely that there would be. But the Man with his dog did return, and this time with a guitar. A few weeks after Don's first glimpse, the Chief had allowed his two kids to go play in the area. Once back home they had told their father having met a cowboy who'd been playing a guitar. He hadn't said anything to them, just kept playing some old country tune and humming along to it. He'd been sitting under the second to last telescope, which everyone in the area called Reto, as it stood there slightly bent to one side. Whether for retorcido or retard, it seemed to give everyone the biggest trouble ever! Ever since then the Man and his dog - and occasionally the guitar as well - were seen by a number of people. When they finally set up the security cameras in the area many thought they would finally be able to identify the mystery cowboy. No such luck. Distorted images on the screen, blurred lines crisscrossing everywhere. And there the cowboy sat, with his hat covering his face. They even tried to ambush him once. A group of workers set up a camp some 30 yards off of the Reto's feet and waited. I knew they wouldn't get a thing. Then came the summer of 1962. You could feel the excitement in the air. We had heard the news from our colleagues that confirmed our recent, though modest discoveries of our own. A breakthrough was close; there was no doubt about it. Inside the room lights were dim, with screens showing strings of numbers running endlessly, it seemed. A chaotic noise filled the room, echoing from the corners, a chorus of voices from somewhere more distant than one could ever imagine. I was surprised at how quickly one could get used to a sound like that. You soon began to miss it when you were outside. And then it suddenly happened, without any great fanfare or introduction: a single clear pulse, drowning all the chaotic noise around it. We sat there immobilised, frozen to that moment, listening to a sound never heard before by a human ear: the first quasar. Something unknown, possibly a star having a life of its own, maybe even more. And just then, on one of the screens of the security cameras, we saw the cowboy. He sat there like he'd never left the place, sitting on the ground with his back against one of Reto's feet, playing his guitar with the dog on his side. The image was as clear as ever, not a single line blurring the screen. As the room was filled with the pulsing sound from the speakers, the cowboy waved his hand to us. so sue me

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