Sitting at my Ono Sendai


artifacts
October 7, 2011, 5:15 pm
Filed under: thoughts

They’re not gone.
You’d think the implant would fix them.
The software could just, correct them
or remove them
but they changed.

Every now and then
s-s-s-static linessssss
like an old TV
exactly like
v¡de0 art if facts.
your eyes send signals
that your brain can’t figure out



“Hi…do you want to…”
September 12, 2011, 2:22 am
Filed under: thoughts | Tags: , , ,

“Hey, I was wondering if you…well I wanted to…can I start over?
I’ve been meaning to but was just too shy to…hmm…
Are you free next Saturday? Cause there’s this…place…no wait, that’s dumb…
Do you eat food? Could…uh…wait…of course you do? God, this is dumb.
Please shoot me so I don’t have to die of embarrassment.”

“I AM SO NERVOUS
AM I BEING LOUD I CAN’T TELL
DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT WITH ME
I HAD A FEW DRINKS
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SHUT UP
I AM AN ADULT I SWEAR
DID I MENTION I WAS NERVOUS”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you out but I didn’t know when and where
and I didn’t want to be too forward but you have a really pretty smile
and make me smile this goofy, toothy grin every time I see it,
do you want to hang out sometime?”

“…I…um…ok…see you later…


…I didn’t get to say anything…”



Might have a problem
January 5, 2011, 12:47 am
Filed under: thoughts



Might have a problem

Originally uploaded by DeMarko

Ok, so…there’s no way I’m gonna use these all. But I have them! I figured I’d share them.



the best city in the world, chipbros, and working like it’s not work
December 1, 2010, 2:56 am
Filed under: thoughts

I felt a longer update to life was necessary. Not sure who’s still listening/reading/lurking.

the best city in the world

Reflecting on the train over the past Thanksgiving weekend, I remember visiting New York exactly a year before that for the very first time and thinking: “who the hell could live in this place?”. Me, apparently. So very, very me. I’m still entirely not sure how that happened. I blame my eternal fascination for the sheer urbanity of this here collection of boroughs. I think my biggest fear before moving here was drowning in the sea of people and feeling really alone. In fact, other than my sister, I could only really say I would have trusted one person I knew here. That actually brings me to my next header tag…

chipbros

I had met Anamanaguchi at PAX09, they seemed like pretty chill bros, I even applied to be their bro intern at some point. ANYWAY, my first month here, I went to a monthly show called Pulsewave expecting to hear some pretty cool music. I’ve since gone to more chip shows than I can remember and met some of the coolest, friendliest people ever. For a while there, I was going to a show or two every weekend. I like this community, there are some incredibly genuine, incredibly talented people being awesome. And I took goob’s advice about being awesome to heart.

working like it’s not work

I remember being worried and panicked. Even the first month or so at Etsy was kind of trial-by-fire for me. “What am I doing? Do I even know how?” would jump into my head. But then I got into the swing of things, hell, I even gave a talk at my alma mater (with some help, of course). I’ve since been staying at work til 9 or 10 not because I have to, but because I really want to. I’m very excited about what we’re doing and I love the people I’m working with. Is it still a job if you’re enjoying the hell out of it? Either way, I’ve caught my stride. I was crawling out of my seat today because I couldn’t deploy code, so I started mucking about with our IRC bots. I think I just figured out how to make one talk in color, actually, I’m ending this post on that note just so I can tinker around with that.

one more thing

If you’re a friend I haven’t talked to in a while and you’re reading this. Please say hi somehow. I get awful at keeping in touch when I’m excited about things. Most of my contact info hasn’t changed, although you shouldn’t email me at my Andrew account. I actually threw together this page that kind of collects most of the social networks I’m on.



the future (im)perfect

there are a lot of things about my future right now which make me smile.

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something about us
May 1, 2010, 3:24 am
Filed under: myself on the net

the video is appropriate in a weird way

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an as-of-yet untitled dialogue
March 16, 2010, 3:16 am
Filed under: thoughts

note: two scenes, 4 different yet pairwise similar people. originally an idea for a short film, never got the chance.

[two people walking across a tension grid checking light fixtures and placements in semidarkness, faces lit by the reflection of the lights on the elaborate stage below]

Richard III? RICHARD III?! I hate Richard III! You think the Bard would have stopped at two Richards, but nooo, he had to make a third.

I would correct your horrible misunderstanding, but it’s funnier to see you try. What do you have against Richard III anyway? Some horrible memory of the past?

No, nothing, it’s boring, is what I have against it! What’s the point of the art if no one wants to see it?!

It’s a classic, art for the sake of art.

That’s bullshit, and you know it. Do you realize that most of our patrons are octogenarian couples who have seen this about as many times as the wars they’ve seen?

First of all, that’s kind of harsh. Second…so what? That’s theater for you.

I mean, wouldn’t you once want to make something that your peers could sit, laugh, cry, sigh, gasp, smile and cower at?

What do you mean “our peers”? Our peers are allegedly working on the same thing we are. Unless some of them were told to go home early. Lucky bastards.

No, not like that. I mean people our age, people from the dorms, from the classes outside of this place. Y’know, our generational peers. I want to connect us all.

It’s not going to work, believe you me. Who would you get to write this masterpiece, this definition of a generation? You’re no Billy Idol, and our generation is nowhere as clear cut as Coupland’s X. You’re running out of time, we’re a year and a half away from graduating.

I know, and I…I don’t know…yet. I’m figuring that out. Can you come check out this leko? I don’t think it’s pointing in the right direction.

[fade to black]

[between rows of computers, a red digital clock reads 5:23 am on the wall, a couple of heads can be seen slightly above the computer monitors, no one walks by the door]

You’re not going to get it to compile by staring at it…

I call shenanigans on this assignment, and every other assignment we’ve done in our college career.

Bit late for that, isn’t it? Why now? Why our compiler? Emphasis on the ‘our’ part.

Because we’ve done nothing useful. That’s why. I mean, we’ll finish this, as we have all those other things, but it doesn’t feel useful.

I’m sure our professors carefully thought through the didactic purposes of each line of code. Except this one, which isn’t working. Oh…that might be why.

Nono, it’s not that. I’ve felt like I’ve learnt a great many things but I haven’t done anything.

define: “done anything”

I’ve yet to make something that someone will actually use.

That’s what our precious little free time is for, remember? I wrote a script to clean up garbage files on the server last week, it’s in my public directory if you want to lo-

No! Not like that, that’s something one of us will use. I want to make something for everyone, and not just because they’ll use it, I want them to take away an experience from their interaction.

Software on it’s own doesn’t do that. You’d have to have something very, very good.

I can’t do it alone, I made up my mind a while ago. I don’t need a programmer, a theorist, or a mathematician. I need a human hacker.

Most hackers are human…do you know something I don’t?

I meant, I need someone to hack humans, to figure out what they want so we can work to give it to them.

An advertiser’s wet dream?

I don’t want to sell them anything though. I just want them to want to be a part of it, to share an experience.

Oh, I think I squashed our bug, see?

Are you even paying attention anymore?




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