Thursday, September 01, 2005

Handy art diagram The Interloper got off a bar fly, er, his art Professor.




Monday, August 01, 2005

The Irish come out at night

Found myself on Sunset and Gardner in Hollywood, last night, with a person I shall call Reggae Randy from Accounting. Anyhow, Reggae Randy from Accounting and I were there to see "An Evening with Great Irish Writers," a one man show by Neil O' Shea. The title is a bit misleading. For, I half-expected to see the embalmed remains of great Irish writers like Yeats and Shaw and spend an evening with them, as the title reported. But, alas, no ash urns and/or corpses were in sight as we stepped into The Working Stage Theater which, by the way, did not have a theater-feel, but (as I explained to Reggae Randy last night) had more of a pawn-shop-feel.


To the credit of The Working Stage Theater and Neil O' Shea, Reggae Randy and I were provided with cookies of the chocolate chip variety.

The show wasn't half bad, either. While, I feel that my favorite Irish writer, George Bernard Shaw, was underrepresented and my second least favorite Irish writer, Oscar Wilde, was overrepresented, I can honestly say that a good time was had by all. The room burst out laughing as O' Shea recited/acted out the following description of a decrepit old, widow from "The Playboy of the Western World" by J.M. Synge:

A walking terror from beyond the 'ills, and she two score and foive years, and two hundredweights and foive pounds in the weighing scales, with a limping leg on her, and a blinded eye...

You folks should have seen O' Shea hobbling on stage, with a hand over his eye and shouting out the widow's 'two score and foive years." It was magic. Or, at least, Reggae Randy from Accounting and I thought so.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

supplement













A few posts back, the interloper mentioned how the blog got its name. Just a few moments ago, I remembered it and also remembered something my brother drew. He's a comic book penciller for DC Comics/Wildstorm and in one of his comics there was this image. I thought it looked nice and wanted to share it with you all. He also told me to mention that it was copyrighted Dustin Nguyen, and so on.
Cheers

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Communism, anyone?

Even on paper, Communism has always seemed doomed to failure for me. My major problem: motivation. That is, how would people be motivated to become engineers, doctors, and professors if they were offered the same 'wages' as street sweepers, garbage collectors, and janitors?

The answer: they wouldn't be motivated.

But what if you made everyone both a janitor (menial labor) and an Engineer (specialized labor)? If everyone was allowed to do equal work than paying them equally would be no problem. And , best of all, no individual would be stuck to a life of menial labor, since that type of work would be distributed equally among everyone.

It's just an idea.


Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Where the blog got its name

A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: “What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise.” The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, “What is the tortoise standing on.” “You’re very clever, young man, very clever,” said the old lady. “But it’s turtles all the way down!”

-Stephen Hawking, A brief History of Time

Yes, these things keep me up at night.

You all remember the talking/burning bush that Moses "meets" (I don't know if it's possible to "meet" a bush. I, for one, have never had the pleasure). For those of you who don't, I'll let King Jimmy tell it:

Ex. 2: And the angel of the LORD appeared unto him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush: and he looked, and, behold, the bush burned with fire, and the bush was not consumed.
Ex. 3: And Moses said, I will now turn aside, and see this great sight, why the bush is not burnt.

My questions: What's with the burning bush? That is, why a burning bush as a opposed to a burning man or a burning donkey or a burning big screen TV? Yeah, ignore that last one. What does the lit weed represent?

I can't think of anything. Hmm, lit weed.

Monday, July 18, 2005

The letter for today is 'S'

You don't know who I am, but I know where you live.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

a new member

Hello!

Thanks for the invite, Interloper. Can I call you by your real name, or is that too weird? You are such an ingenious and this is such a genius idea. I shan't disappoint!

Who else is going to be here?

Alternate Title

I was going to call the blog "We Are the Superfriends," but decided not to...