Dev, pros and cons

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

What I like about being a software developer:

-I get to arrive at work at 10am and it's ok, hehe.
-I get to sit around and think about the best and most efficient way to do something. And it's ok, hehe.
-I'm encouraged to do on-the-side projects that don't contribute to the company's bottom line, but that I consider "fun". And it's ok. Haha.
-I get to code. And that's REALLY ok, hehe.
-I get to debug (not always good, but usually fun).
-I get handed a spec and I have to make all the 1's and 0's turn into exactly what's on the page.
-I get to push around graphic designers and sales staff, hehe... and it's OK! :-P

What I don't like about being a software developer:

-I wish I had a more dynamic role in user interface design.
-Everything I say about usability and information design can be second guessed by the official designer. DAMMIT! (Who happens to be REALY hot, btw)
-I'm off to a slow start at becoming a usability guru. Double DAMMIT!
-I don't get to practice any cool CSS stuff.
-I don't write as much as I'd like to (text).
-Nobody wants to fuck computer geeks. :-(
(HA! NOT TRUE!!!! hahahaha... or so I keep telling myself... sniff, sniff)

The power of prayer

Monday, April 25, 2005

Yes, another stab at the Pope... he's seriously making this too easy. It's loosing its allure.

Benedict supposedly prayed 'not to be Pope'. Well, that's comforting, at least I wasn't alone. So much for the power of prayer.

Ok, now seriously, this comment is SO full of shit, it's sacrilegious, haha. Sort of. Especially after the fact that during his final mass before entering the conclave, the cardinal formerly known as Ratzinger, made a very pompous and openly conservative effort to prove he was the man for the job... and many interpreted this as a symbol of his open candidacy for "popedome". DUH! No shit, Sherlocks.

I'm serious, NOBODY fears God anymore.

Only me. :)


Sunday, April 24, 2005

I've come under some creative stress lately. The people here at work routinely come up with extremely creative handles (the names you give yourself while on IM... in our case, MSN Msgr). And to top it all off, they change them EVERY frikin' day! YIKES! Don't these people do any work? Haha.

This one girl always uses some kind of fruit or vegetable in her handle, sometimes making a rhyme, sometimes evoking a common saying, sometimes just being really creative, haha. She's been a tempting and forbidden apple, a rock and roll orange, lemon with broth, solitary cilantro stem, etc. She's cool.

There's this other guy who just puts weird ass handles and accompanies them with weird ass pictures that show up in the chat window (avatars). He's been a homicidal Ronald McDonald, a rabid bunny rabbit and V for Vendetta, haha. He clearly has issues. Anyways, he gets less points because he changes them only every other day.

This last guy is, in my opinion, the best. He usually makes long extremely odd phrases, like "Scream of a child about to be crushed by a bus... in a bag"; some gross associations, like oregano martini; and some awesome wordplay, like Morbus vivendi. What I like most about his handles is that they don't have any sort of style or rules. They're just really impressive expressions of creativity. Neat. And they're new ever single day. Yikes.

Anyways, to combat this daily onslaught of expression, I've come up with my own set of handles. They're quotes from authors I like. The "quirky quirk" I've added is that even though I enjoy them and are usually my favorites, they're senseless out of context, haha. Like "They were us" (Saramago), or "He was a living rage" (Rulfo), or "She made a transaction" (Woolf). I dunno, I guess it's kinda silly, but I kind of want to parody people who use their handles for really long and boring motivational quotes or who want to let everybody know they read or something, haha. I guess personal expression is fun. Isn't that why people blog? Go figure.

... it makes the world go 'round

According to the World Bank, for 2003 the countries with the highest per capita income are (according to their Atlas Method):

1. Luxembourg
2. Bermuda (?!)
3. Norway
4. Switzerland
5. United States

On one part, it figures, small countries with high quality of life are up there. But, Bermuda?!?!?! What the hell? Are there lots of rich retired English people? WTF?

Mexico, FYI, is #68. Take THAT Central and South America! Hahaha.

Phone call and 6 months

I spoke on the phone with my ex today. It was a long and entertaining conversation. I remembered why I loved having him as a friend and companion (and not just lover). I think I've forgiven him. By this I mean I no longer hold any ill will towards him. I think he acted the way he thought was right... and even though I didn't like it, I don't feel he intended to cause the great harm he did. I feel I can forgive him now and see him more like a friend. Will I ever see him as more in the future? Geez, I don't know. It's not something I want to think about now. But at the end of our conversation, at the part where we always said "I love you"... well... there was an awkward silence. Geez, it was so weird.

For you were once that someone,
who I followed like a star...


It's been 6 months. Wow. Time passes by so quickly. It's been a rough half year, I’ll tell yaw that. It contained the single worst month of my life (so far). It sure was character forming. I think all in all it helped shape my personality in a positive way; it sure centered be a lot, made me focus and calm down a bit. I learned some strong truths about life and how patience really is a virtue (yep, they ain't just whisltin' Dixie, ya know? haha). I have to get my final AIDS test done, and hopefully, no matter what the result is, begin to put all that behind me. No, never forget. Just deal with it and put it away.

I have this thing where over the last few years I have no idea where I will spend the next summer. Last year, DC, NYC, London... the year before that, Paris, Prague, Budapest, Stockholm... the year before that, Seattle... the year before that, NYC.... the year before that, Paris, Zurich, Rome, Barcelona... (YES, I've "been around" and I like to reminisce about it... DEAL WITH IT, haha)... and now, a beach town in Mexico, ha! Will wonders never cease?

Too nasty?

Friday, April 22, 2005

Am I being to nasty and immature with the new Pope?

Could be... but HE started it!

Well... lets just say he picked the wrong faggots to mess with. Spaniards are quite temperamental. This is getting better by the minute...

Ok... just one more...

Ok, just another quick stab at the new Pope. This is the last one. Really. Honest. Cross my heart.. maybe. Haha.

(I have no idea if this is true or not, but if it's on a blog, it's incontestable proof! ha).

Let's do the Time Warp... again!

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Last week I went with my boss and his gf to see a local production of "The Rocky Horror Show" (it's not "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" because that would be the movie, duh, haha).

Anyways, let me make reference to the film first. I saw this flick for the first time a couple of years ago at a bf's house. I'll admit that since we were making out most of the time, I didn't really pay that much attention, haha; but still, I managed to realize that the film didn't have much of a plot to begin with. And what it did have for a story was so bizarre and ridiculous, it was almost good, haha. It's about a young, innocent, pure and newly engaged couple who stumble upon a Castle with a mad scientist... who happens to be a flamboyant cross-dresser. Anyways, this scientist (Dr. Frank -n-furter, btw, haha) is building a creature... who is a handsome muscle man... who he intends to marry. Yikes, this gets better by the second. At the end, the young couple is deflowered, there are aliens and a lot of signing and dancing (yes, obviously it's a musical, couldn't you tell? haha).

When the original Broadway production premiered in the seventies, it was a flop. But when the movie was released... it was a flop as well, haha. But only later did it achieve cult status. There was an elaborate ritual built around screening the movie at midnight and having actors play along in front of the screen. There are even extra lines you have to say and props you use. It's quite cool... and creepy. Anyways, I was intrigued about seeing it live.

The local production was not one of those midnight ritual things. It was a "straight" laced production of the show. The lights went out and up came the music. I was a little bummed that they lip synched the musical numbers. But I mean c'mon, what were you expecting for $100 pesos? (About $9 USD), haha.

But to my complete surprise the first few notes were sung by a familiar voice. "Could it be Daphne Rubin Vega?!?!?" (of Rent fame), I thought. Yes, it was! They were using the recent Broadway revival recording with some of my favorite artists!!! WOW! I had never heard this recording, so this was a really special treat. You know, after seeing this and hearing that recording, I sort of regretted not seeing this show in NYC when I had the chance... oh well. Hey, at $100 USD a pop, you have to be picky, haha.

Anyways, the show is quite bizarre, it unsettles me a little to this very day. The movie by itself isn't very effective. It's just plain weird. I totally recommend catching it live. It has so much more energy and it just comes alive in front of your eyes. Like one reviewer put it: "It's so much more than the sum of its parts", haha. The songs are great fun, and some of them are genuinely good and catchy. My favorites are "Over at the Frankenstein place", "Sweet Transvestite" (a really good song!), "I can make you a man", "Floor show" and "Time Warp" (this song is what we Mexicans know as "Baile del Sapo" by Timbiriche...hahaha, now we know where they got some of their source material... ytikes! haha). Alice Ripley, one of my favorite musical theater actresses, is a standout in the role created by Susan Sarandon in the film (really! haha).

All in all, The Rocky Horror Show is a spellbinding crash course in open-mindedness and vulgarity, haha. Enjoy...

Note to self:

Find a rich husband from either Canada, Belgium, Netehrlands or (soon) Spain.


I knew it!

I knew it wasn't just me... I thought he looked just a little bit "evil". Don't you think so?

A new book

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

My ex-bf sent me a book from London. It just got here. It's Gabriel Garcías Marquez's "Amor en los tiempos del cólera" (Love in the time of cholera). Awwww, what a sweetie.

What should I make of this? Well, I'll try not to think too much about what's behind the book, and more about what's in it. Right now I'm smack in the middle of Umberto Eco's gigantuan "The name of the rose", so this will be next on my book queue.

I tell ya, I had never trully and honestly valued a good book until I graduated from college, haha, and I finally made time for reading. Cheers to that.

Episode IV: A new pope

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

(and maybe a new hope)

They just announced that they elected a new pope. Wonder who it is and where he's from.

I don't really care that much, honestly; no matter how radical he ends up to be, there won't be much change in the church anyway. Still, I can't help but feel a little excited.

Ah, there's nothing like millenary tradition...

Sick and "Desperate"

Monday, April 18, 2005

I was sick over the weekend, I caught a bad cold. I'm still feeling a little weak, but generally better. Thanks for asking... sheesh. Haha.

Since I was feverish and sneezing, I stayed home and saw TV. Whoah. It had been a good while since I had sat down to just watch TV for an unspecified amount of time. I really do like it, it's just that ever since I moved away from home, I've never had one of my own and have since sort of lost the habit. Which isn't all that bad, there are just so few hours in the day and the ones I got back from NOT watching TV barely get me through, haha.

Anyways, there I was, sitting on the couch and watching TV. And on came a marathon of "Desperate Housewives". I was ecstatic. I had only caught this show two or three times before, but I really enjoyed how refreshingly different it was... it's basically a prime-time soap opera, I know, but still, it's impeccably dark humor always strikes a chord with me.

This show is a perfect satire that exposes the hellish existence that is modern suburban life. It's like the complete opposite of "Leave it to beaver", haha. I love the way it reveals the quite little absurdities that lie beneath family life (as I mentioned before). Here's is my take on the main characters:

Bree. For me, she is the most exquisitely beautiful of the quartet. Perfectly sweet and composed one minute, menacing and "desperate" the next. Here icy cool demeanor sends shivers down my spine.... yet the warmth she is sometimes capable of expressing is touching. A great character.

Lynnete. My second favorite character. Since she's the only one with small children, you get to see her agonize at rearing young en’s. It's great how they make no effort to hide how she sometimes loathes her kids AND her husband... and yet you feel she really does love them to death all the same. Ambivalence always makes for really interesting characters, and this one is no exception. She'd be my favorite if only Felicity Hufman were more of a looker, haha. But I think that wouldn't fit Lynnette.

Gabrielle. Honestly, my least favorite housewife. I find her to be the least interesting of all the female characters (even Edie, the bitch/slut on wheels... nice facelift, btw, Nicolette Sheridan..yikes), kinda like the "weakest link". She's probably the least developed character and the one with less screen time... so maybe we shouldn't be too harsh, haha. The best thing about her was the gardener she was screwing around with. You just can't get much HOTTER than that guy... whew... I feel the fever coming back, oh my...

Susan. I've always been a Teri Hatcher fan (no, I wasn't just about her boobs, ok?). Hers is obviously the "everywoman" character that is sort of the focal point of the story and the one your most meant to identify with. But the best part about this show is that you can totally identify with ALL the women (ok, maybe not Gabrielle, but she's the weak link, remember?). Having been a pseudo-house-wife myself ever so briefly, I have to admit that this show captures the sheer essence of looking at the world from the sometimes claustrophobic interiors of a home.

I love the fact that they show all sides of suburbia: the funny side, the sweet side, the sad side, the depressingly obvious side that we try so hard to hide and ignore, etc. These women embody modern society, especially it's hypocritical, illogical and cruel ways. This is us, and that's why it's so fascinating to watch... it's so true it actually stings a little. Great TV. Hopefully this show will signal the end of the whole REALITY TV shit tsunami that has engulfed TV.

... and the damn shoe even has a mystery subplot! COOL!

Germy goes LIVE!!!!

Saturday, April 16, 2005

The damn project I worked on for the first month I was here just went live!!! Hoo-ray!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!

There were endless delays, then I got sick yesterday and didn't come to work (THE day they decided to move all the damn files... WHY?!?!?!?!). Anyways, I didnt' get too stressed (that causes wrinkles, you know) and it's finally all up there for the whole world to see. Happy, happy, joy, joy...

A friend

Friday, April 15, 2005

A friend from school just got accepted to MIT. Wow. He's going to begin his second masters degree, and hopfeully go on to his PhD. Double wow. Well, at least somebody learned something about Electronics, haha.

As usual, I'll quote the ever-wise Gore Vidal:

"Every time a friend succeeds, I die inside".

Does this quote reflect jealousy? Of course. Bitterness? Sort of. Is it a lie? I dunno... you tell me... ha!

Vocational Speech to son/daughter

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Honey, you'll be heading of to college in a little while, so I want you to start thinking about what you're going to pursue as a major. Notice that I didn't say "profession", I just said "major". This means I want you to start deciding what you will be dedicating your academic energy to at university.

The truth is that it's most likely you will NOT work in the area you will study; so don't stress too much about this decision. I just don't want you to make some huge-ass mistake, like studying engineering with no math skills. I want you to choose an area that interests you and that you consider fun and challenging to work on for several hours a day. You probably won't dedicate that much energy to it (you are my offspring), but just to make sure studying won't be complete torture.

What you pretty much need to think about is which general area of knowledge you like the most. Be it science/engineering, humanities, business, etc. Don't get too specific, like law or chemistry... what we need to find out is what doesn’t drive you insane.

What if you like more than one thing? Well, that means you're a freak and you'll on the perimeter of society for the rest of your life... just kidding!, isn't your old man a gas? Hahaha. Anyways, this is quite common and not really a disadvantage at all. By having equally strong interest in two unrelated areas, you will be able to either a)Combine the two as complimentary traits and thus have a competitive advantage, or b) Take a shot at one, and if that fails, try the other. This really shouldn't take away too much of your sleep darling, like I said, try and concentrate your energy on not blowing it big time in choosing a major. As long as you find things you think are interesting and that excite you, they're keepers. And relax, you will still have two years of general courses to figure it out.

Think of university as an opportunity to grow as a person, not so much to learn a profession (this is what trade schools are for, luv, not Uni). Take in all the ideas thrown at you, don't believe them all, make up your own mind. Always give you best effort; no matter what the outcome, you’ll be proud of your work. Wondering what might have been is nasty… and kind of sad. Talk to and interact with all kinds of people; make decisions on what you will learn from them and what you will throw away. Hanging around with the same people all the time will make for boring discussions and little personal growth. But don't get me wrong, when you find real friends, treasure them and never let them go.

Now, as for sex, drugs and rock 'n roll.... got ask your other father...

"Quotable Quotes"

Sunday, April 10, 2005

"Honey, we're pretty. We don't have to put up with these men, I mean we can go out and we can have any guy we want!"
-Drunk English girl smoking weed in an alley, when discussing our problems with our significant others.

"The bread here is bad; I heard it was because of the humidity and our altitude."
"Altitude? But we're at sea level, we're on the beach. Our altitude is like, zero."
"Oh... then it's because of the humidity, for sure."
-My roommate and me, on why the bread here stinks.

"Me encanta que me penetren."
-The friend of a work colleague (a girl, mind you), when talking about girls and sex. Yikes.

"I'm totally ok with Gay people. It's just that near my hotel there's so many damn much of them."
-My cousin, when I was testing her for homophobia and my homophobe-meter went thru the roof. She turned out to be ok with me being gay tho... I think.

"I took my cousin and his girlfriend to this stripper show at the best-known gay club in town. And we were in shock because the very first stripper took off his thong and showed off his 'business' to the crowd. I mean it's just not right; they only used to do that until the third or fourth guy came out to dance".
-My boss (who's straight, btw).


Friday, April 08, 2005

Last week I attended this writers workshop here in town. Yes, a dusty little beach town has a writers workshop... I was also surprised by this fact, hehe.

I had no idea what I would find there (tho expectations weren’t too high I must confess, haha). The class was at this little island in the middle of downtown that has lots of "cultural" things on it. This includes a myriad of small tourist gift shops, some ritzy restaurants and the town's formal cultural center.

Anyways, after getting lost on this little island (yeah, yeah, I suck at orientation, sue me) I finally made it. The workshop consisted of a small group of about a dozen people. I said a quick hello and sat down.

We read an essay by a famous journalist here in Mexico and we discussed his style and structure. Then we made little mini-essays of our own and read them. This was pretty much the end of the session. Then, afterwards, some people brought out stuff they had written and shared them.

Some girl read a little composition, a lady read a poem, this older guy read some kind of memoir/short story, and one last guy read another poem. After each read their work, everyone usually would erupt in praise: "Oh my God, that's beautiful", "That's so great", "You're writer's voice is so good", etc, etc.

This was quite painful. I'm not necessarily implying their work wasn't really that good (it was so-so), I'm just saying that it's useless to have a "workshop" where everybody blindly praises your work... how the hell are you going to improve? Then, when somebody read something especially bad or pointless, a sudden silence would fall and the teacher would interrupt it awkwardly, offering some faint if forced praise. What???

You know, I HATE being criticized. I'm quite immature that way (and many others, but that's another post altogether). Nonetheless, the whole point of me wanting to go to the damn workshop is to improve as a writer. Putting your work up to public scrutiny is like sending your children to the slaughterhouse. It’s torturous and can make your defenses go way up. But that’s the whole damn point of the workshop, to lay it all out and get feedback from people, the intended audience for written material. The point is to work on your work. Not to read it aloud to false and ignorant praise.

In true DramaKing-style, I took it upon myself to create some "literary discussion" and "constructive criticism". In other words, I was out for blood. Haha, ok, ok, not really… at least not this time, hehe. I asked the "poet" lady why she had used commas so generously in her verse, and why it lacked a rigid structure. She was sort of puzzled, as if she really hadn't given it to much thought... the teacher answered for her, sort of defensively, referring to a writer’s "artistic freedom" to do whatever the hell one wanted. Bullshit. I think a writer has to be able to defend every single comma, every single semi-colon, every period or lack thereof. Arguing that you took "artistic liberties" in your creative decisions to me is like saying "I was really too lazy and I don't really know too much about grammar or punctuation anyways". Sheesh.

I asked the other "poet" why he had used Uppercase for some of his nouns and not others. He answered it had been a problem with the computer program. I was all like "Dude, MS Word does not insert random Caps unless you PRESS the shift key! That's not a problem with the program, it's a problem with YOU!". Anyways, the guy then asked about deadlines for some international poetry contests. If I were him, other than loosing ten pounds, I wouldn't quit my day job just yet... hehe.

Then there was the Old Guy. I had observed the group dynamic with him. He would kind of drift in and out of conversations, offering some sort of needless information, kind of just to say something. I saw people avoided interaction with him at all costs. He read this seemingly autobiographical account of his life. It was ok, I mean it was pretty straightforward. The only thing was it had no ending or conclusion or any sort of structure or purpose at all. Just a fragment of a fragment. I asked him if the piece was autobiographical or part of a short story. He answered "Yes". I was puzzled and, to the utter horror of the others, I referred to him again "No, I mean that as a question, what are you writing? Is this a memoir or a story? It seems autobiographical, but what does it belong to?". And he answered again, "Yes". At this point, the discomfort of everyone else was so apparent that the teacher stepped in to save the day and defended the fact that where a writer’s material comes from is irrelevant, a writer can take ideas from wherever he wants. This had nothing to do with what I had asked the old man, but I decided to let it be. I just thought it was mean to judge the Old Guy as a crazy old coot and ignore him like the others. Now I know why they do it, though, and will think twice about grilling him in the future.

While we were going through the lady's poem, we where explaining some of the words we didn’t understand. When pressed, the teacher then admitted he didn't know a particular word (a synonym for "pen" in Spanish) but claimed "Well, it sounded really nice to me, so it seemed fine, he-he". Sheesh. I also concluded that while the teacher has above average culture, he isn't really suited to be in charge of this group. But in the absence of anybody else, well...

It was an interesting experience. Since I really wasn't expecting much, I can't say I was disappointed, haha. Still, in spite of its shortcomings, I will continue to attend. I think it's a good opportunity to stimulate creation (like writing a blog, ha!). They have a public reading on May 5 and they want us to contribute stuff to fill the program, so this is as good an excuse as any to write more in Spanish and see if my stuff will make it in the show. Needless to say, if it doesn't, I don't think I'll get too down about it, haha.


Thursday, April 07, 2005

I am proud to announce that I have FINALLY made my editorial debut, haha. Sort of. By ways of a few translations, hahaha. Yes, I've officially been "discovered". ;-)

The company I work for has a quarterly tourist guide they publish, with articles about Vallarta and stuff. So this time I participated with the translation of some of them.

My boss started out by asking me to help him with translating a restaurant review he made, from Spanish to English. I casually mentioned the fact I had gotten a [coff, coff] perfect score on the TOEFL, so I guess he took notice, ha!

After that, the guys in the editorial department asked me to help them out with a few other articles for this, their biggest issue ever. It was quite fun. Translating is not really writing, but it does have lots of creativity involved. You have to re-write lots of passages and ideas that just don't sound right in another language. I guess it has a lot more to do with understanding another culture than just speaking another language. And I'm pretty into American culture having grown up alongside the border with the US (and blogging in English, ha!).

So far I've gotten two free dinners and will await my first payment for my work. The writer’s life is definitely for me, :P

From here to the New York Times!!! Ha!

The art of the possible

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

The political climate here in Mexico is heating up. Next year we'll face something we've never really seen in this country, real elections with real candidates. Supposedly all candidates will be democratically elected inside their own parties. There is no precedent for this in our history. It seems exciting. Things are gonna get nasty, tho, for sure.

People in the government are trying to oust a very strong candidate out of contention (his name is Andrés Manuel López Obrador, or El Peje... pronounced "Peh-heh"). He's been criticized as a populist. I just personally think he's kind of nuts, in a scary, egomaniacal way.

He was already kind of burned for having corrupt public officials in his cabinet (somebody actually filmed them taking bribes... yikes, somebody wants this guy out of the way, badly).

El Peje has already threatened to flood the streets with protesters if he's disqualified from running for President (in Mexico you can't run if you have a any type of criminal record, and this guy's being investigated for not upholding some lame-o court order... yikes, somebody wants him out REAL bad).

And the election is more than a year away. Hang on to your butts, this is gonna be a bumpy ride.


Tuesday, April 05, 2005

A friend is currently wooing/being wood by a new romantic prospect. He is a little distressed about how he should act, what he should/shouldn't do. This seems to be a really special guy he¿s talking about, so he doesn't want to screw things up. This got me thinking about the early dynamics of a relationship.

True, it's been a while since I've been in this situation, but I could nonetheless relate very well to this anxiety.

It's true, this is a game. The rules are clear (sort of), and we're all in a moment in our lives where we begin to realize that we could very well be playing for keeps.

Here are some Germy-principles for nabbing you're guy:

1.Reciprocity. It’s only fair. What I mean here is that one usually expects certain behavior and traits in one’s mate. You at least know what you’re NOT looking for. SO, one should take a good hard look and see if one holds any of these “deal breaker” characteristics. You should at least be able to offer as much as you ask for.

2.DON'T be yourself. This is a myth I want to dispel. It is NOT always a good idea to be yourself, at least not upfront. I don't mean to lie, that would be dishonest and that's not a good way to start a relationship. Of course you should try to act as you normally do, you don't want to give an erroneous impression of yourself and you will inevitably get tired of pulling off any false charade. Still... what I mean by not completely being yourself is that you should try to avoid any really annoying habits you have that you KNOW irritate other people (where it is reasonably possible). You want to save those for when he's already formally hooked. ;-)

2.a If your other half is hooked on you in any way, he'll most probably not even notice any faults of yours, so you're home free anyways (for the time being)... so relax.

3.Be constant. If you're gonna put out, put out. If not, don't even go down that road. Consistency is the key here, not really moral stance.

I recommend being reserved at the beginning, no matter how slutty you are. This will always guarantee you have their respect... at least in the beginning.

4.Remember economics. Specifically, the law of supply and demand. If you seem too eager, you most likely will not spark much interest. This seems unfair, but it's just simple human nature. We're all assholes in this sense. When something seems too easy to get, we loose interest quickly. This most likely will be REALLY hard to do at first, but trust me, a little suffering at the beginning will pay off big time in the long run.

5.Relax. I know this is an annoying little bit of advice, but let's be honest: you're nervous, he's nervous; both of you are probably gonna eventually screw up in one way or another. The point is to not get discouraged easily and to persevere, hang in there.

6.Forget the past. Ok, this means DO NOT mention any past bf's. This is NEVER a good idea. If the topic comes up, RUN! Hahaha. ok, ok, no, no. If it does come up in conversation, do your best to talk somewhat quaintly about your ex's, be polite; avoid bad-mouthing them or seeming too interested in the topic. Just let it slide...If you have a LOT opf ex's, try to go into as little detail possible.

7.Forget the future. Don’t talk to formally about the future, either. This could creep out anybody. Even if you are looking for the father of your children (like me), DON'T BRING this up (at least not in this stage). You don't want to scare anybody off too early. At least give them a chance to get to know you before deciding what to name your kids.

8.Open your eyes. Even though it may be hard, keep your eyes and ears open for any warning signs that Mr. Right might be Mr. Right-Out-the-Door.

9.Take a chance. Ok, another annoyingly difficult piece of advice. But this is also a fact of life. Bet big, win big (yeah, yeah, it's a two way street: bet big, loose big). Just think about it this way, it's probably better to remember having screwed up than having wondered what would have happened.

Of course there are rules to human interaction, it's a fact. But still, don't forget that the real relationship will begin when the initial infatuation has ended and you see the other person for who he really is. And vice versa. That's when you'll be able to make a more complete and objective evaluation and you'll also have the chance to breakaway from all these silly rules and create something that's truly yours.

And that's really beautiful.

Queer as folk...sonomy

Ok, ok, bad title. Sue me.

There's this neat article on It discusses this new Web phenomenon dubbed "folksonomy" by Thomas Vander Wal. It's a combination of taxonomy (the classification of stuff, period) and the wisdom of the crowds (or folks).

A really good example of this folksonomy is Flickr. We've been studying this site here at work in order to knock off some of its features (shhh! don't tell anybody!).

It's a pseudo online community where people can upload their photos. And put them in sets. And the user interface is totally awesome. Oh, and they have these little things called "tags".

You can classify your photos according to these "tags" (or categories... like "Beach", "Vacation", "PuertoVallarta", "Drunk", "Party", whatever... or literally, "Whatever"). Oh, and other people can add tags to your photos. It's in this communal ability to classify that the folksonomy is created. Many people help categorize your photos. And the majority rules.

I was rummaging through Flickr, and I found it rather neat. I was wandering through some of the categories (or "tags") and it was quite interesting to see what a simple thing like "Beach" could mean to one person and to another.

The most interesting tag by far is "Me". You have no idea how varied and odd the concept of "self" is to different people. You have everything from the outrageous, the artistic, the usual, and even the overwhelmingly hot.

Folksonomy, another consequence of connecting people with wires.

Stephen Sondheim's "Passion"

Monday, April 04, 2005

This is probably my favorite musical, ever. Strangely, Stephen Sondheim's Passion initially didn't attract my attention.

Being a Sondheim-head, I taped the original Broadway production when it was televised on PBS and didn't even bother seeing it until almost a year later.

When I finally did, wow. It was filled with such a subtle emotional energy I was almost overwhelmed... to tears (yes, even after all these years). It's the basic girl meets boy story. Or rather, the homely and sickly girl meets handsome and buff boy, who by the way already has a lover who coincidentally is already married to another guy. Fun, fun. The ugly girl pretty much begs the pretty boy to love her and it all ends rather tragically. Oh, and they sing some wonderfully melodic and lyrical tunes. Quite a treat. Hauntingly beautiful and emotionally powerful.

Btw, I'm a total show queen, in case you hadn’t noticed. ;-)

Creationism vs. Evolution

I was recently horrified by the news that some IMAX theaters had chosen not to show a nature documentary because the mere mention of Evolution might "offend" some of the public. WHAT!?!?! Some of the dumb as dirt red-neck public, no doubt.

Anyways, I discussed this with 'tino the other day and he confessed he had not read any of the Creationist theories... and sadly, neither had I. I felt this was a challenge, and so off I went into cyberspace to find out what the Creationists had up their sleeves. It's always good to know what you're enemy uses as ammo.

So I did a Google-powered mini-research project that lead to a variety of Creationist theories (wasn't there only one???). Here is a brief description of the most popular ones.

My conclusion? People who beieve in Creationism over Evolution are obviously stupid. But it's probably not their fault, they're obviously retarded because their parents were first cousins. This, by the way, is behavior that is mentioned in the Bible, so it's perfectly moral and good. GOT IT?!?!?

Haha. Anyway, (a little more) seriously, the only real idea in the whole Creationist pool that has any weight is the Intelligent Design Theory. All the other theories are kind of chop-ups of the Evolution theory with God inserted at random intervals. Sad, really... not to mention unoriginal.

"Intelligent Design" is based on the fact that life by itself was too stupid to have evolved. Ok, ok, not really... rather, it is highly unlikely that evolution occurred "unaided". The "intelligent Designer’s" identity is not answered in this theory.. it can be anyone from super smart aliens to a religious being... say, God, for example. It's still not too convincing, in my opinion.

I guess the important fact here is that even Evolution is still a THEORY. It has not been proven so as to become a LAW. (Like Newton's laws and those in thermodynamics and what not). There are some fuzzy patches and unexplained facts in the theory. There have even been rumors of scientists discovering evidence that directly contradicted the theory of Evolution... and that the dogmatic scientific community covered up their findings. Yikes.

Still, Evolution is the most widely accepted theory in science. Should other theories be taught alongside it? Well, of course. To do otherwise would be against scientific thought and principle. Dogma belongs in the temple. Reasoning, questioning and understanding belongs in science... and in the classroom. And IMAX theaters, hehe.


He condemned same-sex marriage and his officials equaled gays to cockrachoes. He voiced his negative policies in a harsh way against the GLBT community, even though comments regarding his own church’s scandals went silent.

Still… I couldn’t help but feel sad. In the end, if you cannot forgive, what are you, really? I can forgive. It’s taken lots of practice, but I feel I’m getting better at it. So, I forgive you, Karol.

Anyway, here it is (no matter what Serge says):

"No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main…
...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee. "