Pritzker Architecture Prize Laureate Philip Johnson dies at 98. I welcomed his frank commentary and his honest, open jealousy of that heroic genius pimp, Frank Lloyd Wright, in Ken Burns, his film with Lynn Novick Frank Lloyd Wright.
And yes, this film is in my DVD collection ready for viewing for any rasx-approved female or Gaines/Wilhite/Jones family member willing to take on my 13-inch Sanyo—or my 19-inch ViewSonic. Nope. I’m probably not going to let you borrow my copy because you will probably scratch it up.
BACKWEB is considered spy-ware by many. I saw its signature in my Temp folder, the presence of the file IADHIDE4.DLL. I began to wonder how such crap penetrated my mighty Norton defenses until I saw the value of my HKEY_CURRENT_USER\software\microsoft\windows\currentversion\run\ldm key:
C:\Program Files\Logitech\Desktop Messenger\8876480\Program\BackWeb-8876480.exe
Evidently, I installed it when I installed drivers for my Logitech mouse. Consternation. Uproar.
So, dude. There are these dudes on a mission from dude and here is a photograph to prove it:
I will assume that the soldier standing next to these non-English-reading Iraqi children is called Lepl Baudreux, probably a soldier from Europe—so the sign reads:
Lepl Baudreux killed my dad. Then he knocked up my sister.
I’m not going to write some left-wing, over-intellectualized, pseudo-moralistic commentary to condemn this image. I’m just going to say that this shit ain’t funny. In fact, it is historically accurate when Lepl Baudreux speaks on behalf of the European nations he represents. Tell me something I don’t know. It does not matter that Lepl did not fire a shot in Iraq. Lepl and the photographer are trying to be creative—funny even. And it is just not working on me.
Boys will be boys. They are just letting off a little steam. This photo represents much of what I’ve been calling office humor: professional boys running around cubicles passing around dirty emails and telling dirty jokes. It’s hard to be funny. It takes skill—so we already have disrespect for professional comedians. Take it further and it does not matter that such humorous folk never owned slaves—and they may even sincerely hate slavery. What matters is how they embrace their freedom and what they do with their ‘free’ time. This is the extents of their creativity and it is like Pat Boone trying to dance like James Brown.
I recognize the great Miguel de Icaza for letting me, and thousands more, know about this link.
Because of those several-hundred-dollar phone bills I was running up talking to Dr. Margo Crawford placing phone calls from Santa Cruz to New Haven Connecticut, I fell in love with a photograph of Gayl Jones. Because telephones and photographs were enough to inspire passion, you will be correct when you assume that all of this ordure happened when Margo and I were in our twenties. Hell, I even wanted to go to Brown University to take creative writing. I had no idea. Now that my hair is peppered with grey and my 40th year is just a few years away, I declare that falling in love with Gayl Jones—and the young admirers of Gayl Jones—is almost like being a Jewish girl falling in love with Wilhelm Richard Wagner and hanging out with his male aficionados trying to get a date. Nevertheless, I still have chilling memories of Eva’s Man and Corregidora is sitting up on my shelf—and yes some Wagner MP3s are on disk.
Taking creative writing classes for a professional degree probably would have been a disaster. I’m too uptight for the humanities. I’m a hard scientist from the ancient school. I was listening to a creative writing professor this morning while driving into the office and I just knew he would give up on me. He surely would accuse me of clinging to my identity as it relates to African descent and being too frightened of my unconscious mind—to embrace ‘a larger humanity.’ I would be unable to tap into my Universal Mind dreaming, that collective unconscious of Jungian thangs. His suspicions would be justified when he would find me sitting in class with a red, black and green liberation jump suit, topped with thrilling head gear—constantly trying to argue and confront him in order to force him to validate my existence.
I would suggest that the unconscious mind of a loyal citizen of Rome leads to that frightening beast boy drinking wolf’s milk straight from the fur. So it would make sense for such polloi to lose the self in ‘world cultures’ that are far more peaceful and less imperial. I dare to dream that there were people who dreamed in the waking state and the very words they spoke was what we now consider that indescribable place of the unconscious. These people were not confined to the continent of Africa so I know I have a lot of company—but these boys and the wolf are alone in the forests of the Neander, howling up a storm and firing shots heard around the world.
For more identity police investigation, please recall “Basic Black: the Funky Sutra” at kintespace.com.
I can’t believe that a technical guy like Carl Franklin would express difficulty with learning the object model of say Microsoft Word and actually found Visual Basic 6.x stuff easier! But he did just that during the December 27 2004 .NET Rocks! show “Talking Smart Clients with Rob Barker.”
But then I had to think back to the day that began without the Internet. In those days, the sun rose and the sun set on the F1 key for us Office VBA programmers. There was option to install Office without the VBA help files—and most Microsoft Office installs were probably like that since it is a default option. So poor Carl was probably stuck with trying to write code without having the luxury of placing his cursor over a VBA keyword and hitting the F1 key.
When VBA help pops up for every VBA keyword, any seasoned programmer like Carl would have learned Office programming easily. The F1 key was our MSDN back in those days! I’m convinced that one installation option and one keyboard key prevented Carl Franklin from falling in love with Office programming. Even though I now program in C#, I would not have a healthy respect for Visual Basic without Microsoft Office automation.