Learning slowly

I admit of being ahead of myself on this whole learning how to build a website thing. I thought I had a fresh enough of a mind to learn everything super fast and breeze through the whole techie gap that any newbie need to face.

If 67 year olds can learn how to build websites from scratch in X days, then by all means I should be able to get it up and running in hours! After all, I'm not totally clueless when it comes to computers and tech related business (ok, so I know adobe photoshop and editing programs. That still sorta counts).

But nope! It's taking me FOREVER to understand and grasp at the thing that makes the internet spin. All this talk of CSS and xtml, linking, anchor links, etc etc etc. I guess it's because I'm mostly lazy after coming back from a day's work. The last thing I want to do is learn more crap. Even though it's fun crap.

I need to set a schedule up for myself. Even if I do, it takes good discipline to finish things that you want done. If I have the whole day because it's a holiday, you bet your butt I'm going to be lounging around away from the computer. Which is why this crap takes forever.

I just went over to register for my new domain name and hosting service. Time to wait for the two things to click.

Then I gotta install wordpress. That's the way to go.

OMG the spiders!

The spiders came! The spiders came! Freakin' finally!

Can't believe I missed a post yesterday. What a stupid slip. But the more I think about it, the more I'm doomed to failure. I should just post things that I find amazingly astonishing on the web like everyone else does.

Or maybe just rip off free content from one of those article directory bases. Yeah. But I need a "theme". Or do I?

This is meta of metablogs. How do spiders know a good sentence from a bad one? It probably doesn't.

Writing writing and more writing forever.

Ok, India is coming up in about a month. I have to take my typphoid medication and get ready for packing. I can't wait until it's winter break. That's when I can focus on getting ready for the big trip.

I love getting ready for a trip. It's the feeling of endless possibilities that makes each day end on a cliff hanger. Oh the nowness of adventuredom!

I need to write about time machines. Going back to the theme. The first book that ever intrigued me about time machines was Michael Crichton's "Timeline". I remember that feeling of being in middle school, indulging excessively in pseudo-philosophical angst, huddled in bed with a big ass book. Those were the days. And I never care to return to it.

Oh. Gotta do that link thing. And in bold font it is!

Michael Crichton's "Timeline".

There is something missing to all of this...

I stooped down to gossip about a popular celebrity, and STILL no google bots crawling in my space. How annoying.

I guess it's true about social bookmarking, pinging, and all of that fun stuff that you gotta do in order to get spiders crawling.

I know, "write for the people, not the spiders". Yeah? Can't a person have their own playing space?

Ok, maybe I should go back to writing about recipes and food and all that fun stuff.

Or maybe I can make this a daily diary of sorts. More like a journal where I'm perfectly aware that it's completely accessible to anyone. I love how some people still think just because they made a blog about their personal thoughts, they think others can't read it. Remember that one airline lady that posted something private about her airline that she works for? Totally fired.

Doesn't help to be an internet noob. Ok, I need to dig up materials for my 'real' blog that's coming up soon. First, I gotta talk to a few folks to see if the concept is ok with them, then gotta scrounge the web for pictures, video's, and make my own creative stuff from scratch. Hooray.

Lady Gaga and the "Hermaphrodite ~ Transgender ~ Gay" thing

I've been giving my previous post about Lady Gaga more thought and reflection.

My first 5 second impression when I first discovered her Pop existence via "Bad Romance" video was "whoa Pop Industry is starring a tranny? AND it's making fun of those Pop blonde crap for the past X years? AWESOME!" Then I realized "oh, it's really a girl. And she's not really going for funny".

Damn. I was hoping for too much.

I'm not saying this to be mean, I seriously thought that the lean 'n lanky yet girly shaped Lady Gaga with the in-your-face fake blonde hair was transgendered. Why?

If you haven't been completely sheltered away from all the strange and wonderful things that exist in this world, I believe you'll understand where my mistake is coming from.

Check out the similarities between Lady Gaga and Chris Crocker, local 'cross gendered' (for a lack of a better term) Youtube star:

Chris Crocker from 'boy' to 'girl' in 4 minutes







Lady Gaga as Lady Gaga




It's the excessive theatrics that go into being a "girl" that makes me draw this connection.


But what's my point?


Methinks Lady Gaga would be more deserving of the attention and praise she's getting if:

1) She was actually transgender, thereby actually pushing the Industry envelop for the gay community (as she so often plays the "I'm for the gays" card - yes I call her bluffin' cuz I ain't takin' shit from her muffin).

2) She features Chris Crocker as her double.

3) She tops Christopher Walken's performance of "Poker Face".








Now that's what I call brilliant.

Yep, art is synonymous with commercialism.

Art is such a 19th century catagory. People in their teens and twenties and thirties that try to play the overly romanticized "poor bohemian alienated artist" role need to reconsider what it really means to be a 'unique artist' in this day and age.

For the past coupe of generations, we have been so over saturated with images upon images that even the strangest things will slowly be accepted into that transaction machine called capitalism.

Personally, I'm not a strong fan of capitalism (nor do I hate it, there's almost no point to carry that kind of attitude as it only gets sucked back into that system of selling and buying somewhere down the line).

I'm still a little peeved by the fact that business and industry leaders have raped and pillaged every local culture, sub-culture, and foreign cultures into an evocative ad image. And they broadcast it in a way that there is no escape from that image for a good couple months at a time.

And the fact that I'm forced to trade in things like free time for the sake of earning enough money to live at a completely inflated standard of 'living modestly' - well, sucks for me.


But I found something this weekend that not only killed 'art' and the 'sub-culture' catagory for good and fed it straight into the mouth of slick commercialism, it also killed much of my free time due to it's addictive quality :





Yes its full of memorable, catchy, evocative images that cries out "watch me and listen to me". Yes, it is VERY well done from a production and 'artistic' perspective on the outfits, lighting, and allegorical metaphors of the various shots.

This is the epitome of a postmodern work gone on a selling spree. Postmodern is not about 'originality'. It's about stealing from what's already been done and re-packaging it in a flashy way.

This is the brilliance of Lady Gaga and her brand image - it has completely taken Tokyo eccentricity, gay culture, soft S&M, and 19th century avant-garde aesthetic and sold it to millions of copies after copies all around the world. Capitalism for the win.

Amazing scrambled eggs....

But I don't know the damn recipe! I saw it on Barefoot Contessa. I remember the scrambled eggs had a mixture of awsome herbs. And of course some cream. And butter. And cheeeese. Cheese is better than sex folks. I can not imagine life without cheese.

Did you know cheese is a strictly western thing? The rest of the world are mostly lactose intolerant (except for some strange mixed-cultured folks).

I would love to go to a cheese tasting festival. It would be so great to taste all the different textures and flavors that I've never tried before. So many different variations of brie that I can live on forever.

I might end up with a lot of gas at the end of the day and with a really pungent breath, but I'll be happy. I won't care. Ce la vie.

I have to google and find that stupid recipe. Why can't everything be available for free? The world will be so much better off if basic information like fancy scrambled eggs with exotic cheese is open to everyone to try.

OMG I dropped the ball

Man, I made a promise to myself that I would post to this sucker every single day. Even if nobody is reading it, I will still make a stupid post. But no. I forgot. I actually logged on but never got to writing anything. O wellz.

I'm thinking of starting a real blog with a real theme very soon. I'll make a nice little link from this place to that other place. That would maybe help the real blog get set up faster.

I really like this name. I should purchase a domain name with it. I have no idea which web hosting service I should use. I don't know ANYTHING!!! AUUUGHGGHG!

Is it 250 words yet? I need a counter so I know when to stop rambling for the day.

I am currently at my old high school's computer. I have to wait another 2 and a half hours before real work begins. *Sigh*.