Monthly Archives: December 2007

Thoughts on the Internet

Lofty titles aside (really, I some­times just make up titles to posts because I feel like my site design looks ter­ri­ble with­out one. I digress), I do have a not that impres­sive thought on what surf­ing of the Inter­net does to our brain. I’m cur­rently read­ing The Best And The Bright­est and while I don’t

Putting My Money Where My Mouth Is

Leav­ing the silly cliche aside (have you ever thought about where that money might have been, Mis­ter? ), I just donated to a polit­i­cal can­di­date for the first time in my life. On top of that, I donated for what can only be con­sid­ered a long shot. I did it because I believe that of

The Programming Life

For me, liv­ing the art life meant a ded­i­ca­tion to painting–a com­plete ded­i­ca­tion to it, mak­ing every­thing else secondary…Bushnell Keeler, the father of my friend Toby, always had this expres­sion: ‘If you want to get one hour of good paint­ing in, you have to have four hours of unin­ter­rupted time.’ And that’s basi­cally true. You

The Simpsons

Today marks the 19th anniver­sary of the debut of The Simp­sons, a show that has in many ways become part of the cul­tural land­scape. I’m not a Simp­sons fanatic, being able to quote mul­ti­ple episodes at appro­pri­ate times dur­ing the day (I’m a geek, not a nerd) but I’ve always enjoyed the Simp­sons and their

Home Security

What I really want to see in those Brinks com­mer­cials: Pro­tected by Brinks, Bitch! Don’t have Brinks secu­rity? Try this mode of home secu­rity. That’s my witty insight for the day.

Would You Rather Be Slash or The Nameless G’N’R Drummer?

When I was in high school, I played soc­cer. I wasn’t overly tal­ented but I was still good because I worked hard, played smart and refused to be out­worked by any­one. I was the best defender on our team and one of the best in dis­trict because of all that. When I went to col­lege,

Self Inspection Is Highly Overrated

35 years ago, on a very snowy, cold day in Amar­illo, Texas, your host here at the Exper­i­ment decided to see what was hap­pen­ing on the other side of the womb. I’m not really a big cel­e­bra­tor of birth­days but 35 seems like kind of a mile­stone. In fact, accord­ing to recent stud­ies, that’s darn

Sometimes Life Support Works

Peo­ple come out of comas occa­sion­ally after months and even years of non-lifelike activ­ity. Turns out, blogs can do the same thing. I’m try­ing out a new writ­ing tech­nique, e.g. not writ­ing when I feel like it but writ­ing on a sched­ule, at least to some degree. So, instead of get­ting up and surf­ing the

Friday Open Thread

Cuz I’m gonna be busy and writ­ing is some­thing I can’t seem to con­cen­trate on right now. Feel free to lament Christ­mas shop­ping, how time flies faster as you get older or what gives you heart­burn, what­ever floats your boat. I’ll kick things off by giv­ing you this to amuse your­self with.

When Consciousness and Subconsciousness Collide

Lit­tle story: I like foot­ball. A lot. One of the things I like about foot­ball is the chal­lenge of fig­ur­ing out, on a week-to-week basis, which team is going to win upcom­ing con­tests, specif­i­cally against the line, work­ing under the hypo­thet­i­cal that gam­bling on sports is legal in the US out­side Nevada. That’s another post