This is how the new mandolin sounds. At least when I play it. http://bit.ly/HC1XO [Also: BEST SONG EVER] (14:05)
Mandolin: ‘done.’ Strung up, but the action is painfully high. Tomorrow to grind down the nut a few inches and really play the thing. (02:45)
French Polishing. Oh, and going to France. On Wednesday. (00:03)
Bike Ride to work. Going down hennepin across the street from the Walker a lady just about right turned into me, but we were both on top of it and I just was flustered. The ‘OK—I’m about to go through an intersection on this stupid bike path, and cars turning right?—No—Unless it’s just that they aren’t signaling their turn—bitch motherfucker they aren’t—BRAKE’ instinct kicked in.
Does 3.1 keep the metaphorical needle down between syncs? I synced this afternoon yet 'Now Playing' stayed where I'd left it this AM… (23:24)
If it weren't for this box of shirts showing up today, I probably would've been too lazy to bother dressing myself. (Thanks Saman, aka MFM Apparel.)
I leave for France in one week. (17:12)
COMPLEMENTARY/COMPLIMENTARY? Complementary: things that go together well. Complimentary: free; compliment. (Mo got a complimentary pass.) —thatwhichmatter
When we left La Posada on Sunday, we continued East and ended up at Petrified Forest/Painted Desert. It was a gorgeous day, with storm clouds alternating with bright blue sky.
This is the view from just below the Painted Desert Inn.
(Entering this late, don’t remember much about the ride.)
Not a bad game. Was a bit disappointing that Washburn was all full and we had to go down to Lynnhurst, but on the other hand I saw Dave coaching (guest coaching, according to him) a 5 year old soccer team and got to say hi.
I totally agree with this. Also: on a two-way trail divided with a dashed line, swerve from one side of the path to another—between the dashes and without touching them with either your front or back tire—fast as you can.
I removed the battery indicator from my menu bar. It's like a game of chicken: how long can I go before plugging in without my screen dying? (12:07)
Gary Bradski & Adrian Kaehler, 9780596516130
A comprehensive intro to the OpenCV library, a C/C++ toolset for image analysis. Written by two primary contributors to the project, the first of which chaired the Stanley team that won the DARPA whatever challenge involving robots driving a course through the desert for miles without any human intervention.
Some of the math was a bit over my head—and being this is a library book due back in two weeks before I head off to France—I don’t think I’ll get too far immediately here.
The most interesting thing to me was wondering how well these techniques could be adapted to audio analysis. It’s all signal processing, and I don’t know nearly enough about any of it.
Small group today. We played 3v3 the sideline to sideline on a soccer field and 30 yards wide. It was good, and exhausting. I got some good catches and defensive plays, I don’t think I had as many good throws.
I was winded most of the time playing, in a different way than I get from biking. The running around feels good.
Mean 2 hour set from @crookedstill, @thecedar. Didn't have great seats but it didn't matter. (23:39)
Really hard ride today. Not sure why. I was dragging on my way home.


Came home from work early. I’ve decided that Aldrich beats bryant in the midday because it’s a narrower, shadier street. Stop signs almost every corner, but it’s worth it if I’m coming home when the sun is still up there or if it’s a real hot day.
Good ride as usual. I sort of timed myself on the way in—left at 8:45 and was at the office before 9:10—and so I’m dropping my 30 minute estimate of the ride time to a 25 minute estimate. Speed!
Dean MacCannell, 0520218922
Don’t know where I heard about this, but it’s been on my reading list for a while. I figured with moving to France in my immediate future I could stand to check it out from the library. It’s less of a take on tourism and more of a take on how tourism as its evolved in the past 100 years has come to epitomize modern culture and vice versa.
…"the proper place of theory is not in the notes, prefaces, and asides, but is rather embedded in the story to the point that it is not possible to tell where one leaves off and the other begins." x
Legal and illegal “aliens” weed the agricultural fields of California. The rapid implosion of the “Third World” into the First constitutes a reversal and transformation of the structure of tourism, and in many ways it is more interesting than the first phase of the globalization of culture. xxii-xxiii
What begins as the proper activity of a hero (Alexander the Great) develops into the goal of a socially organized group (the Crusaders), into the mark of status of an entire social class (the Grand Tour of the British “gentlemen”), eventually becoming universal experience (the tourist). 5
With the possible exception of life in the family and other similar social arrangements left over from a simpler time, man in our modern society is related to others only through the things he makes. I see little reason to dispute this or its projected economic consequences. There will be revolution so long as men without work are thought to be worthless. 21
Moreover, the old-style material type of commodity retains an important position in the modern society only insofar as it has the capacity to deliver an experience: TVs, stereos, cameras, tape recorders, sports cars, vibrators, electric guitars or recreational drugs. The commodity has become a means to an end. The end is an immense accumulation of reflexive experiences which sysnthesize fiction and reality into a vast symbolism, a modern world. 23
Max Weber, consolidating his powerful comprehension of industrial society and looking ahead, perhaps to the present day, warned:
No one knows yet who will inhabit this shell [of industrial capitalism] in the future: whether at the end of its prodigious development there will be new prophets or a vigorous renaissance of all thoughts and ideals or whether finally, if none of this occurs, mechanism will produce only petrification hidden under a kind of anxious importance. According to this hypothesis, the prediction will become a reality for the last men of this particular development of culture. Specialists without spirit, libertines without heart, this nothingness imagines itself to be elevated to a level of humanity never before attained.
This mentality that Weber anticipated with great clarity and precision has become more or less “official” in political and bureaucratic circles, amont “the last men of this particular development of culture.” 33-4
Modernity is breaking up the “leisure class,” capturing its fragments and distributing them to everyone. Work in the modern world does not turn class against class so much as it turns man against himself, fundamentally dividing his experience. The modern individual, if he is to appear to be human, is forced to forge his own synthesis between his work and his culture. 37
It is noteworthy that no one escapes the system of attractions except by retreat into a stay-at-home, traditionalist stance: that is, no one is exempt from the obligation to go sightseeing except the local person. 43
Brancusi’s rebuilt workshop, “allegedly exactly as it was when he died, every tool in place,” (80) somewhere in the Centre Pompidou.
Touristic consciousness is motivated by its desire for authentic experiences, and the tourist may believe that he is moving in this direction, but often it is very difficult to know for sure if the experience in in fact authentic. It is always possible that what is taken to be entry into a back region is really entry into a front region that has been totally set up in advance for touristic visitation. 101
The Bois de Boulogne 128
The modern world institutionalizes spuriousness in the values and material culture of entire wide areas of society. Puritans, liberals, and snobs call it “tacky” when anyone can afford it and “pretentious” when it is dear. Pretension and tackiness generate the belief that somewhere, only not right here, not right now, perhaps just over there someplace, in another country, in another life-style, in another social class, perhaps there is genuine society. 155
During the last thirty yeats, the corporate world has developed technical, managerial, amd marketing procedures designed to get a death grip on human time at work, at home and at play. Today, a global corporate workforce is trapped in cubicles, shackled to exercise machines, given plastic for money, corporate toys to play with, fast food to eat. Addicted to narco-munication, barely existing in beige condos, they are fully dependent on external authority to tell them what is noteworthy, what they should see, and how they should “relate.” The malling-over of Rome, the Champs-Elysées, Times Square, Piccadilly Circus etc., is a cynical ploy to appeal to the putative touristic desire of the new corporate subject. 196
Cycling 1100 kilometres along Hadrian's Wall in Northumberland (England), through Galloway (Schotland) and around Northern Ireland in August 2009
Giant's Causeway, Northern Ireland
12 August 2009
Ok. This Leica X1 looks pretty sweet. Welcome upgrade to my still-perfectly-good-if-a-bit-noisy LX1. At least if it doesn't cost 5 grand. (22:09)
Jan Chipchase on switchable (between opaque and transparent) glass.
Nothing really special to say. Unfortunately I guess.
Apparently a ground consisting of a few kids I know from High School plays ultimate over at washburn once a week. Glad to be clued in I went and it was good. There are some real good people and not that many bad people.
Compared to what I’m used to at morris it’s about the same, but for that there weren’t any girls. Which I think is a bit unfortunate. But good competition and I swear this must have been the first time I’d done any sustained amount of running. It was a bit rough.
I didn’t too bad. I threw for a few pulls, caught a few, and only messed up royally once or twice.
Normal to work in the morning.
Afternoon my brother had a soccer game at South so I stopped by on the way home. A bit of a detour, I probably did an extra 4 or 5 miles. I took portland out of the city, and holy shit was that street jammed with traffic. Not exactly fun.
Getting out on the greenway was nice—being able to push without stopping for lights and traffic all the time has to be good for the legs.
Haven’t done this in a while. Feels awful good. The situps were easy until about 100, at which point I slowed down and felt them a bit more, but they were still easy. Pushups on the other hand had me at 40—my left palm got all sweaty and I couldn’t keep it from slipping so I had to buckle and give myself a few seconds to finish off. The last five were tough. I’m out of shape.