harvey birdman attorney at law

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Every now and again I poke my head around here (being livejournal), see what people I once knew have to say these days, and happily browse off knowing that I'm not missing anything.

It's nice to hang out with real people again.
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harvey birdman attorney at law

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I’ve learned a lot from this. In the Brave New (Often Anonymous) Internet age, the furor ends being about the furor, not the stupid thing you said. Lines are drawn! Camps are formed! People rally to their standard bearers, and drag out the old saw: I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend your right to say it, particularly if I secretly do agree with what you say. Then comes the delinking, which has two strata: there’s the individual delinking, which is as impressive an act as taking out a Sharpie and crossing out an entry in your personal White Pages, and the institutional delinking, which actually is a big thing. When someone says something stupid – I mean, poisonously, ludicrously stupid – the advertisers on that site have to take a stand. I hate to say it, but that’s what it comes to in Ashcroft’s Amerikkka: if you express callous contempt for four lynched Americans strung up by a raving mob, there’s a chance you might lose advertisers looking to court a moderate audience.

But in the end the kerfuffle always comes down to the Clever Kids who cannot seem to process any emotion other than Bemused Ironic Distance from anyone who feels strongly about anything; when they arrive on the scene to survey the damage, their main contribution is to roll their eyes at how artlessly the dead bodies are arranged, no? You get the sense that it’s not the fact that people have erroneous positions that bothers the Clever Kids, it’s the fact that they have positions at all. The best position is no position, because then everyone’s so amusing, and really, that’s what it’s all about: standing above the fray and laughing at the people who take things so seriously. Because nothing is serious, except for certain things, and if you step out of line on those issues then you’re super-evil and you get the extra snarky scorn-sauce poured on your unflattering AP photos, and we’ll lie about you too, but hey! We lie about everyone, for fun. Eventually. Maybe. Whatever. Who cares. Do you like these shoes? They’re hot. But they pinch. Where’s the waiter?
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1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?
Spent most of the year on unemployment, which wasn't entirely uncomfortable. Drove a Mustang. Wore a wetsuit. Drank Potcheen.

2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't make resolutions.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

4. Did anyone close to you die?

5. What places did you visit?
Orange County, San Diego, New York City, Rome, Florence, Schenectady, Providence.

6. What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003?
A tan. And a BMW 540i. And some memories of a remote, tropical destination.

7. What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
December 30th, because that's when my abscess ruptured.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Masterfully living like I wasn't unemployed.

9. What was your biggest failure?
Not having a job for 9 months.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Strep throat -> peritonsillar abscess -> pharyngeal hemmorhage.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
A Dual 1.25GHz G4.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
hober, for being a gracious host and a good friend.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
hawver, for spending yet another year as, as a good friend's father put it, his own worst enemy.

14. Where did most of your money go?
COBRA, rent, the usual stuff.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Traveling. And ending a unemployment with a good job with one hell of a raise.

16. What song will always remind you of 2003?
Bonobo, "Dinosaurs (Jon Kennedy Mix)"

17. Compared to this time last year, are you
i. happier or sadder? happier.
ii. thinner or fatter? it was close, but a severe infection at the end of the year knocked off 10 pounds and kept me at fighting weight.
iii. richer or poorer? Richer. Definitely richer.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Traveling, getting out of Massachusetts, swimming, reading, car tweaking,

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Watching TV, eating out, not fulfilling plans for world domination.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?
Spent it at the homestead.

21. How will you be spending New Year's?
Spent it at some party where there were New England Patriots players in the loft above us.

22. Did you fall in love in 2003?

23. How many one-night stands?

24. What was your favorite TV program?
Law & Order. After 13 seasons and over 300 episodes, the original is still the best.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?

26. What was the best book you read?
The Long Walk, by Slavomir Rawicz

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Tossup between Quantic, 2 many DJs and mashup

28. What did you want and get?
A Dual G4, and a new snowboard.

29. What did you want and not get?
A BMW 540i.

30. What was your favorite film of this year?
Lost in Translation.

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Had dinner at my parents' house, and turned 25.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
A BMW 540i.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?
coy T-shirts meets boring Gap attire, with a healthy dose of dri-fit during the summer months.

34. What kept you sane?
knowing that happiness is worth it, and pain is not.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Angelina Jolie.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
the war in Iraq.

37. Who did you miss?
My great grandfather, hober, Mark Sandman, Prof Booty, the good ol' days.

38. Who was the best new person you met?
three-way tie: Nima, Dan and Pete.

38.b. Side question...who would you like to get to know better?

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003:
several trips to the hospital without knowing what's wrong or what will become of you, makes real what you love all the more, and what you hate all the less.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
I've met some people along the way,
some of them split some of them stay,
some of them walk some walk on by,
I've got a few friends I'll love till I die
From all of these people I try to learn,
some of them shine some of them burn,
some of them rise some of them fall,
for good or bad I've known them all

We live our life in our own way,
never really listened to what they say,
the kind of faith that doesn't fade away we are the true believers

well you can fight or you can run,
under a rock till the war is won,
play it safe and don't make a sound,
but not us we won't back down
true believers all the way, you and I

We live our life in our own way,
never really listened to what they say,
the kind of faith that doesn't fade away we are the true believers
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boingboing.net editor Mark Frauenfeld packed up and moved to Rarotonga. He's documenting it for posterity. Maybe I've been traipsing far too deep into the escapist traveliterature of Moitessier's The Long Way, Tom Neale's An Island to Oneself and Kon-Tiki, but lately all this stuff has become pretty fucking trite. Maybe it's just my friends list, but aside from a few people posting readable, worthwhile stuff, it seems like most of the people on that list have reverted to posting batty catshit about nothing, propagating the latest "meme" and giving terse, uninteresting updates on their uninteresting lives. I don't know about you, but I get most of my best living done offline.

For some people, livejournal works. They post interesting stuff to think about (a la pjammer, ben, candid and perich, when he's on) or have interesting lives to post about (a la kenshi, ernunnos and faustin). Sometimes the people I want to hear most from barely post at all (a la hober and ninjalawyer). And some people are just fucking entertaining (stereolabrat and sonicblue).

But for most others, myself included, this is just a lame forum for substituting actual social lives for coy online "communities" with cute user icons and constant who-could-care-less one-upmanship. I prefer the real thing to the fake internet shit.

So if you want to know what's up with me lately, you're gonna have to send email or spin my digits. Don't have 'em but want 'em? Just drop me a line. I'm interested in actually meeting or talking to some of y'all in real life, so don't be shy about asking. I can use all the friends I can get these days, since, you know, I'm intellectually dishonest and all that.

At some point I might open a more refined rant site somewhere else. And you all know where you can get your mindless links of the day. (If not, let me know, I'll fill you in). But that's about it from here. For now, I'm patching a hole in my CS education (learning UML and software design patterns) and planning my trips to Tuscany and a month in the Tuamotu archipelago.
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Despite booting a few easy technical questions (i.e., describe some differences between C++ and Java), the guys at Decision Architects were sufficiently impressed with my managementspeak to bring me in for a full-scale interview next week. The german-cut Boss suit will be pressed (ha ha) into service again, and given it's service record, that's not a gamble.

Still waiting on word from San Diego-based Enterprise Media Networks, which I attribute more to their being completely blown away by yours truly than deliberating over whether to hire me. I think their only concern is whether I'd move out to San Diego if offered a job, which I tried to assuage by reiterating the fact that up and moving 3,000 miles is no hassle. To paraphrase Winston Zeddemore, "if there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll move anywhere you say."

I had a fantastic time in San Diego, spending quality time with my old school hoodrat hober, causing a ruckus and just soaking up the soCal atmosphere. I think it's a given the only way I'd survive another Boston winter is if I'm in a highly paid career-track position like at Monitor. A second round, face to face interview is good (even better if I end up meeting with a managing partner). And DA does more stuff along the lines of what I'm interested in (like competitive simulation, something my pops made a name for himself doing). But in the event a job offer does not materialize from DA, EMN is no small cookies. A startup with an actual, executable business plan and the personnel to make it real, along with a very real market potential that has yet to be tapped, make them one of the more appealing startups I've come across. I could do a lot worse than have undilutable ownership stakes in that sort of company.

Given the relative certainty of an offer from EMN and the relative uncertainty of an offer from DA, and the unknown quantity of alternate SD job opportunities (like actually ending up in an office next to hober and being senior to him), it's a good bet I'll be in the lovely soCal clime before the first snow hits the ground in the 02xxx zip codes.

Current odds on being in San Diego by Thanksgiving are at 31:57.
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The Beach Boys and Barry White (with Love Unlimited). As the authors of this bizarre chemical marriage point out, there's really no excuse why this works. Check out the backing harmonies during Barry's vocals. I never thought I'd hear the Beach Boys on disco.

And then there's these guys, who make P-Funk's one nation and George Clinton's T.A.P.O.A.F.O.M. look like realpolitik. The Public Enemy cutup ain't bad though, if a little repetitive. I'd like to hear someone mix up something OTHER than Bring the Noise, for a change.

I'd do the 5 questions thing too, but a) I think maybe 5 people read this stuff, on a good day, and b) I doubt they find me such a fascinating individual.

Whoa, finally the sun came out. Time to break out the bike and push off for Concord.
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old_girl has a fairly insightful post about libertarian boys vs. girls. hober and I were discussing just the other day what a tremendously bad idea it is for objectivists to get together.

Now, this is not to say that everyone should be polar opposites, or not interested in philosophy. Heck, they could both end up being big fans of a particular ideology, as both my parents are. And yes, I'm sure a select few actually do find that special someone that they simply can't resist in groups like these. But those people, as I discuss below, clicked not simply because they said "hey, you're an objectivist [boy|girl], I'm an objectivist [boy|girl], let's hook up and spawn a child who will one day invent a revolutionary new motor and do so purely for his own enlightened self-interest". Unfortunately, the problem is those people whose logic becomes so facile wrt romance and dating. They should not not not hook up simply because their political or philosophical values agree. It's like getting together with someone because they too collect stamps. What personal connection is there? Simply being able to get along with someone in social settings does not mean you are romantically compatible any more than the fact that you have complementary sex organs (or not, whatever your tastes).

There's a dangerous line crossed in using social interest groups as pickup vectors. Ultimately the trick is that people in interest groups, especially those of more fundamental personal impact like philosophy and politics, assume that the "interesting/smart/funny/sundry nonphysical romantic value" bit is set for everyone in the group and thus need only find the guy/girl that gets them hottest. This is a recipie for disaster. That tends to result in the whole "pass the hag" phenomenon that seems to happen in these largely male-dominated social circles.

In respect to the males of this bent, you fellas need to get out and find your women where they would normally be found: in bars, in restaurants, clubs, stores, parks, gyms, et cetera. Trying to hook up via an interest group is a cop-out for the most difficult task in courtship, namely the cold call: going up to a woman you don't know and to whom you don't have any evident reason for talking, talking to her like a normal human being, seeing if she is worth further study and trying to make that happen. As objectivists ought to know, you can't cheat reality. The best women, the ones that stick, are the ones discovered naturally, and with your own hard work, from which a relationship with a natural, organic growth emerges, that eventually leads to hot sex. These are the women whose love, respect, and horniness towards, you earn for being the sum of all your values, not simply the philosophical ones. These are the relationships worth having.

And while I'm dishing out the love advice, this is something all my romantically-declined brufas need to read, absorb, take to heart and ooze out your skin. (Thanks to herbaliser)
You're a "good guy".

You want to rescue her from the jerk, and show her how well you can treat her.

You think that if you could just have the chance to TELL HER how you FEEL ABOUT HER that she'd see the light, and come running to your arms... and you'd be able to give her everything she's always wanted in a man.

You want to be the one that leads her to understand that she DESERVES BETTER, and she can have it if she chooses you.

I feel ya, dog.


Let's talk.

Just you and me.

Like friends.


It's always amazing to me how a guy will pass up a dozen opportunities a day to walk over and meet attractive women... but they'll spend days, weeks, months, or even YEARS trying to get the attention of a woman who isn't interested or isn't WORTH it.
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