Tuesday, August 10, 2010

The Arc Manifesto

“I am aware that many object to the severity of my language; but is there not cause for severity? I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or to speak, or write, with moderation. No! No! Tell a man whose house is on fire to give a moderate alarm; tell him to moderately rescue his wife from the hands of the ravisher; tell the mother to gradually extricate her babe from the fire into which it has fallen; – but urge me not to use moderation in a cause like the present. I am in earnest – I will not equivocate – I will not excuse – I will not retreat a single inch – AND I WILL BE HEARD. The apathy of the people is enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal, and to hasten the resurrection of the dead.” - William Lloyd Garrison

The time for equality, True Equality has come. Forget money. Forget influence. Forget power. Know what is right and what is just. Forget rankings, and corporations and incrementalism. Forget cries that, in time right will be achieved. Forget the pleas to wait one more year, one more president, one more decade, one more murder, one more injustice or one more anything.

Stop what you are doing and think.

Go further. Forget the supreme court, forget the boy scouts, forget Stonewall, forget AIDS, forget stigma, forget stereotype. Forget scandal, forget judgement, forget duality.

Forget choice.

Forget Harvey Milk, forget Prop 8, forget Judge Walker, forget the Mormon Church, forget christian fundamentalism, forget all fundamentalism, forget hate and forget lies.

Remember this. The only path forward for the world is equality. True equality. You know it in your heart. You know it in your soul and in your bones. You can feel the idea of it swirling around in your head, teasing you like a siren; calling out and beckoning you in.

Follow it.

To a place where liars are told they are liars. To their face if possible. Where injustice is met simply, calmly and plainly with truth. Where facts are brandished like weapons. Where the question of “What we do?” does not need asterisks or long winded explanations or justifications. It needs only three words - Make it Right.

“Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.” - Dr. King

It doesn’t need to be said the Dr.King was right. But on that day in August 1967, the Reverand did not see the end in sight. The imagery of an arc in a universe seems almost infinite, as if it is a struggle from now until the end of time. For some struggles this may be true. But for one struggle, right here in our country, now is the time to reach justice.

I submit to you that unless we act immediately, our country and everything it stands for is a lie. We have betrayed our most core principle, our founding words and the reason we are all here: "that all men are created equal, and endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights -- among which are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."
On this one, I am a strict constitutionalist. I will not stand idly by while this promise is broken by disgusting purveyors of hate and lies. I have, at many points in my life, talked about the idea of incrementalism and the good things it has to offer. “I seize this moment to make a full and unequivocal recantation, and thus publicly to ask pardon of my God, of my country, and of my brethren...for having uttered a sentiment so full of timidity, injustice, and absurdity."

Denying anything to any person based on their sexual preference, or for that matter non-preference must end. All who oppose this are criminals.

“I am aware that many object to the severity of my language; but is there not cause for severity? I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or to speak, or write, with moderation. No! no! Tell a man whose house is on fire to give a moderate alarm; tell him to moderately rescue his wife from the hands of the ravisher; tell the mother to gradually extricate her babe from the fire into which it has fallen; -- but urge me not to use moderation in a cause like the present. I am in earnest -- I will not equivocate -- I will not excuse -- I will not retreat a single inch -- AND I WILL BE HEARD. The apathy of the people is enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal, and to hasten the resurrection of the dead.”

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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Solemn Reflections

Some friends of mine in college played in a band that got a bunch of their songs on the Bio-Dome soundtrack. Everyone thought that this was a *huge* deal that would certainly lead to great things. A bunch of us went to see the movie when it came out. I remember looking over at one of the guys while his song was playing onscreen. He had his head in his hands, as if weeping quietly. It was a quiet drive home.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Four Word Review: Point Break

Point Break



Point Break: Peak Swayze, Peak Keanu

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Sunday, April 18, 2010

How to Play MKV on Xbox 360 (Windows 7)

Hey. This is something of which information is scarce of on the internet so here is a fast and easy to use guide to watch HD movies with 5.1 surround sound for free on an Xbox 360.

A prerequisite in Windows 7, Windows Media Center and Windows Media Player 12.

First download DIVX Pro here. There is a paid component part, but the stuff you need is actually free.

Next, watch the video at this page. The plugin didn't work for me in firefox so I watched it in chrome.

The video is pretty easy to follow and outlines the three basic steps.
1) Add folder in WMP 12
2) Go into the Pictures and Video tab on the 360, go to the folder
3) Press the play button.

Okay. So hopefully a good portion of your mkv files are playing beautifully in surround sound already. If they aren't, then it's because the audio codecs used in them are not readable by the 360. The files must have AC3 audio in order to play correctly.

If you need to convert files you have to AC3 audio (they probably have DTS audio), use PopCorn MKV AudioConverter. Download it, install the external utilities if it prompts you. If it doesn't prompt you, go into the options tab at the top and select Download external utilities. You will probably still be missing the AC3 fix (it will highlight as red) so click on the globe button to download it. Download it and unzip it somewhere into the Popcorn folders (I just put it right into the tools folder). Then select is using the browse option (the ... button).
Since it's set up correctly, now all you will have to do in the future is find the file you want, tell it where you want it to output to and hit run. If you want to fiddle with the audio at all (maybe crank up the rear channels?) those options are present on the right. The file you create has AC3 audio and can be played in 5.1 surround on your 360 through the Media Center.

Now, when downloading things in the future, you have to look carefully at the details of the files. If you actually read the .nfo then you can see what the audio codec is. AC3 works. DTS does not work. If you want to check on a file you already have on your computer, use this program.

Leave comments with any questions or tips.

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Friday, April 16, 2010

Dream Journal Entry 3

First of all I'm high. I'm driving somewhere down the shore toward some town for some reason in a new car I just bought. I'm not just high, I'm baked out of my mind. I am wearing a blanket for some reason and as I'm driving it starts to fall off of me a little bit and somehow get wrapped up in the pedals, making it hard to accelerate and brake. Because of this I miss my exit and decide I need to do something before the problem hets any worse.
aside: difficulty breaking while driving is a running theme throughout my dreams.

So I pull over on the yellow lined part of the exit to untangle the blanket from the pedals. I turn on my hazard lights and attempt to negotiate a surrender from the blanket. This takes a minute and when I come up there is a face in the passenger side window. It is a cop.
I didn't hear any lights or anything and I was stopped for 2 minutes at most. But there he was. The cop looks at me and says, "Hi. I ran your plates. This is your sixth ticket, so your license is going to be suspended. Also, I have to call your parents."
I discarded the bizarreness of the calling of the parents and focused on what the hell he was talking about. "What exactly did I do wrong officer?"
"Well I haven't decided yet. It'll probably be about $73, though. Why don't you step out of the car."
I look at him apprehensively.
"Step out of the car please sir."
OK, I figure, why the hell not.
So I step out of the car.
He says, "Follow me."

He walks out into traffic holding his badge up and I follow behind him. We are walking toward a hole in the wall restaurant. Cars are slamming on their brakes as we walk across the four lane highway (with off-ramps and exits) that this restaurant is somehow located on. Anyway, we finally get inside.

And it's awesome. It's some sort of magical mexican/french chicken place that has the most delicious smell I've ever experienced. Just as a reminder, I'm really high in this dream so this is like heaven. I'm pretty sure the cop could tell I was stoned because I already thought he was fucking with me, but I figured, what the hell I'm along for the ride. At least it will be a story. The cop goes in first, turns to me and says, "Get something good, I'll be right back."

At this point it occurs to me to lock the doors of my car with the beeper thing. I do. He notices I do and he gives me a look that I don't understand. I say, "New car. Just got it. I like it." He disappears into the kitchen of the restaurant without a word, leaving me standing there in line. I figure I should order.

The restaurant is setup with a glass display case full of food, a person working that display and the kitchen behind it. There are about 5 slightly-raised booths made of shitty material and a few stools at a counter. There is a soda fountain machine that carries Boylan Sodas (sidenote: I saw a boylan truck earlier in the day) as well as a case for various beverages, most of which I had never heard of. The menu is enormous. It stretches across the entire restaurant above the food display. One section is devoted to micro-brew beers specifically and has about 15 options. I look up and begin to try to comprehend the enormity of it when a little boy knocks into me.

"Oops."
"Hello," I say, to the kid.
"Mommy! I want that and that and that and that and that and that..." They boy continues and I watch him point at the various delicious looking meats. I look up and there is a young, pretty Mexican woman holding a baby.
"Sorry, they are hungry," she says.

We strike up a conversation about the restaurant and her, most of which I don't remember. In the middle of our conversation, the cop emerges from the kitchen now in full chef garb and walks purposefully through the restaurant, out the door, then onto the street and out of sight.
"Oh, that's [name]. He's a cop. Real tough," the woman says to me under her breath. (note: I don't remember the cop's name)
"Yeah, I know. He pulled me over. My car is right out there."
"Oh."

It's then her turn to order. I don't even pay attention to what she's ordering, I try to figure out what is going on. Again, I'm pretty sure he knows I'm high. I think that he must have gotten my license plate number because of what he said to me, but I don't remember giving him my ID at any time. I crane my neck around to look for my car out the large pane-glass front windows of the restaurant just as the cop walks back in, tucking his gun back into the waistband of his all black chef uniform.

"Hey. What are you doing. Order something. You must be hungry," the cop says in a strange, suggestive tone.
I go back to looking at the menu and before I know it a woman behind the counter shouts at me to order.
"Hi. Umm, I don't really know what I want. Something with chicken, and cheese, and spicy?"
"Oh okay. We got just the thing. I'm gonna melt some cheese and bacon on top of some chicken, give you some jalapeno fries, you will love it. It's the crackler special."
"Okay." It sounds awesome. She writes down my order.

I move down the counter to wait for my food and an order comes out bagged up and ready for takeout. It's placed right in front of me. Is it mine? I peer inside. It's some sort of shrimp magic that smells amazing. I realize it is not mine, it must be the mother's. I hand it to her. She smiles and ushers her children out the door. The sun is setting as she leaves. She looks beautiful as she leaves. I miss her immediately. I feel a loss that is difficult to describe as she walks out of view, still holding the baby, holding her food in one hand, and one child in the other (another adorable little girl holding the boy's hand). I wonder who she is, whether she was happy, whether I could make her happy. I want to run after her. I'm going to run after her. I need her to-

A loud sound snaps me out of it. My order is ready. It is two gigantic plates of food. I'm starving and it smells delicious. I grab the plates and turn around to look for a seat. I see a hand with a finger pointing towards the table the hand owner is sitting in. It is the cop. I bring my food to his table, scoot in and look up. He has a hooker on his lap. She is asian. She is wearing way too much makeup. She could be anywhere from 16-40 years old. Her nails are the size of rulers. She's wearing a bright pink tube top that is hanging on for dear life. She's moving side to side ever so slightly, maybe so that I don't notice. I notice. The cop definitely notices.

"She said to me, 'I'll never fuck a guy who's over 150.' Do you think you could get her to fuck you?" It wasn't until this question that I noticed how big the cop was. He was Lou Ferrigno big. He looked like he could tear this poor girl in half. Also he had somehow fast changed back into his cop uniform. This had to be some sort of joke. He knew I was high and he was just fucking with me. I figured I would play along.
"Well, I've been told I'm a very gentle lover." They both laughed heartily. I excused myself to go get a drink.

A guy behind the counter moves quickly to meet me at the soda fountain
"You know he's just fucking with you, right?" he says as he fills up a drink of his own.
"Yeah," I reply quietly. He didn't look at me and I didn't look at him. This made me nervous.

I get back in the booth with my drink.
"You eat pussy?" the cop asks, his voice now booming. I look up slowly and then look at the girl. She is playing with a lollipop in her mouth.
"I said YOU EAT PUSSY?"
"Yeah," I reply calmly and look back down at my food.
"Tell my girl how you do it."
"Well, obviously, it's all about the motion of the tongue. Whether or not it's moving fast or slow, what direction it's moving in, where you put it. These things are important," I say matter of factly.
The cop laughs again, this time much differently though. The asian hooker does not laugh. Her fingernails are drifting across the table towards my hand. Slowly. Almost impossibly slowly. Time is frozen as her grotesque, blue with silver stars 10-inch long fingernails move towards my now shaking right hand. It is face down on the table. She touches the back of my palm

and I wake up.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Communication in the Year 2010

Slayjak: double down


John the Greek: double down


Slayjak: DOUBLE DOWN


John the Greek: DOUBLE


John the Greek: DOWN


Slayjak: DOUBLE MOTHA FUCKING DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


John the Greek: DOUBLE DOWN


Slayjak: double down. just... just double down...


John the Greek: you win


Slayjak: good spar

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Thursday, April 1, 2010

Word of the Day!

Statutory - (of an offense) recognized by statute; legally punishable.


Friday, March 26, 2010

Four Word Review: In The Loop

In The Loop


In The Loop: Difficult difficult lemon difficult.

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Four Word Review: Witness



Witness: Is that Viggo Mortensen?

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Monday, February 1, 2010

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