I'm not really a fan of basketball. It has all the speed of soccer, the ferocity of hockey, and the strategy of checkers. Seriously, the game is all about who can score faster than the other team (perhaps an understatement, but I really just don't care much for the game).
That said, this is, by far, the most amazing play I've ever seen from a basketball game. Pay special attention to the offender's reaction after the play. It's what you might call "lack of sportsman-like conduct" or "lack of concern."
That said, I think I'll start blogging more. Once I can figure what the hell to talk about.
That said, this is, by far, the most amazing play I've ever seen from a basketball game. Pay special attention to the offender's reaction after the play. It's what you might call "lack of sportsman-like conduct" or "lack of concern."
That said, I think I'll start blogging more. Once I can figure what the hell to talk about.
gen·ius / an·ti·gen·ius [jeen-yuh s / an-tahy-jeen-yuh s]
-noun
1. unstoppable
2. highly talented dj duo
-noun
1. unstoppable
2. highly talented dj duo
I haven't written in a long time.
So long, in fact, that I'm having a hard time writing now. It's not like before, when I was afraid I had nothing to say. As the title might suggest, there are plenty of things to talk about. I could talk about the subversive power of laughter. I could talk about how some people think I work too hard, or how I think some people don't work hard enough. I could talk about my pending transfer at work to a new department, but it's not final yet. I could go on and on about the emotional malaise I've felt over the last year or so.
Or, I could write about nothing at all. Kinda like what I'm already doing.
The fact of the matter is this: I'm tired. Very, very tired. That's really the only thing I've felt over the last year. Sure, there have been other things, but when I think back on the year 2007 I'll likely remember it as the year I busted my ass. I like to think that, in that retrospective moment, I'll be able to say, "If it hadn't been for that year of hard work I wouldn't be where I am now."
So, there's that. I have a ton of projects I'd like to work on, but none of the energy. Like the video projects from my previous post. It's hard to write something that's intentionally bad and funny.
And that's all I can muster for now. Hope to have more soon. Ideally some good news, or the winning Lotto numbers...you know, after I've won.
If I win, I'll buy you each a beer.
So long, in fact, that I'm having a hard time writing now. It's not like before, when I was afraid I had nothing to say. As the title might suggest, there are plenty of things to talk about. I could talk about the subversive power of laughter. I could talk about how some people think I work too hard, or how I think some people don't work hard enough. I could talk about my pending transfer at work to a new department, but it's not final yet. I could go on and on about the emotional malaise I've felt over the last year or so.
Or, I could write about nothing at all. Kinda like what I'm already doing.
The fact of the matter is this: I'm tired. Very, very tired. That's really the only thing I've felt over the last year. Sure, there have been other things, but when I think back on the year 2007 I'll likely remember it as the year I busted my ass. I like to think that, in that retrospective moment, I'll be able to say, "If it hadn't been for that year of hard work I wouldn't be where I am now."
So, there's that. I have a ton of projects I'd like to work on, but none of the energy. Like the video projects from my previous post. It's hard to write something that's intentionally bad and funny.
And that's all I can muster for now. Hope to have more soon. Ideally some good news, or the winning Lotto numbers...you know, after I've won.
If I win, I'll buy you each a beer.
So, around 9 months ago I ran into the now-infamous Jan Terri music video "Losing You." If you haven't seen the video, you only need to watch the first minute or so to get a feel for what I'm talking about. The visual style of the video, for whatever reason, really appeals to me. Something about the washed out color, the edges of objects bleeding over one another, and that persistent screen artifact at the bottom right.
Maybe it's something from my childhood, having grown up with a VCR in the house. Maybe it's the same thing that motivated Michel Gondry to direct Be Kind Rewind. Whatever the case may be, I'm enamored with the look and have been inspired to make movies and shorts using that style.
To that end, I have purchased a Panasonic AG-155 VHS Camcorder. State of the art for 1986 (the manufacturer's sticker on the bottom says it was made in November of 1986, which would have made me 4 years old at the time). Behold the glory:
Expect crappy short films from me soon.
Continue reading My New Toy.
This year is a year to remember. A year dedicated to something worth fighting for:
Make St. Patrick's Day a national holiday.
Do it, bitches.
Make St. Patrick's Day a national holiday.
Do it, bitches.
For your iTunes or for your burned CD, here is the new cover art for the first Antigenius mix. Many, many thanks to Josh Talbot for doing this (of his own accord no less!).
I constantly feel like I have nothing to say, but, because I have this blog, that I should say something. But doesn't that raise the question of whether or not you, dear reader, and I agree on what we consider is something worth saying? Suppose you would consider what I have to say as substantial and of value, but I do not. Do I still have nothing to say? And, if I do have something to say, is it valid? Because shouldn't I be writing here for me and not for you?
This can get all very confusing from time to time.
This can get all very confusing from time to time.
For those of you that don't know, I've taken up the art of DJing. This
past New Year's Eve I played my third live performance at a house
party. It was rad. I had an amazing time and everyone seemed to enjoy
the set. Sadly, though, I had no way of recording the mix. Until now.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present, for your entertainment, House Game Vol. 1: NYE 2007/8. The first CD mixed, recorded, and completely unmastered by the Antigenius. Below you will find a link to download a .zip file of the songs in MP3 format, complete with ID3 tags (read: tracks have information, nicely displayed in the MP3 player of your choice). Also, for funsies, I include the set list below. This is only the first half of the evening, just the Progressive House set. I will be recording the Trance set as soon as I get the chance.
A couple things to note:
House Game, Vol. 1: NYE 2007/8
Comments and constructive criticism welcome. In my opinion, the second half of the CD (tracks 6-11) is the best. Thanks and enjoy!
Ladies and gentlemen, I present, for your entertainment, House Game Vol. 1: NYE 2007/8. The first CD mixed, recorded, and completely unmastered by the Antigenius. Below you will find a link to download a .zip file of the songs in MP3 format, complete with ID3 tags (read: tracks have information, nicely displayed in the MP3 player of your choice). Also, for funsies, I include the set list below. This is only the first half of the evening, just the Progressive House set. I will be recording the Trance set as soon as I get the chance.
A couple things to note:
- I've been spinning for about 6 months, and while I think I'm progressing well, I still have some growing to do. To the end, some of the transitions are a bit off.
- I've never actually recorded anything before. So, the volume on
this album is a bit low, whereas the bass is really high. Adjust your
MP3/CD player accordingly. And half-way through track 4 the volume cuts out for a a half-second. Sorry.
House Game, Vol. 1: NYE 2007/8
- "Hands Away (Dirtyhertz Mix)," Interpol
- "Always Something Better (Trentemoller Remix)," Trentemoller
- "Just Let Go (Brooklyn Fire Retouch)," Fischerspooner
- "Breakfast (Criss Source Remix)," Balazko
- "Not Exactly," Deadmau5
- "Slow (Everybody Loves My 303 Remix)," Mr. Caine & Mr. Case feat. Kylie
- "True to Life (My Digital Enemy Mix)," Cult 45
- "Touched By God 2005 (Miss 20 Mix)," Katcha
- "Echo," Luke Dzierzrek
- "Dirty Monday," Phatjak
- "Outer Limits," Mohawk
Comments and constructive criticism welcome. In my opinion, the second half of the CD (tracks 6-11) is the best. Thanks and enjoy!
It has been literally months since I wrote last. Even longer since I had anything of substance to say. I don't yet know whether or not this entry will be particularly enlightening or even worth reading at all (as most, if not all, of my entries tend to be stream of consciousness). For what it's worth, though, I've got to put something down.
It's been well over a year since I felt "normal." Starting around October last year, the company I work for decided it would be a good idea to move away from our mid-1980s financial software and into the world of Oracle (the company, not the database engine. There is a distinction). Little did I know at the time what that would entail for me.
I've worked at this company for going on 4 years now. I've watched the personnelle turnover range from 3 months to 2 years. At the end of it all, that is to say where we are now which is not an end, per se, I've become the most senior person within my group by about 3 to 3.5 years. The one exception is one of my bosses who has been here far longer than I have, but who has not worked so closely with the valuable sales and financial data as I have. What did, and does, this mean? In regards to migrating away from archaic software to new, module software, it meant, and means, I'm the only person with the expertise to get people the information they need.
From about January last year until today (and undoubtedly beyond), I have been buried beneath nothing short of a mountain of work. While I was sitting in meetings listening to people bicker and argue, my work piled up, higher and higher, as did the stress. And now, as I sit here, about a year after it all started I'm trying to think back, in earnest, to when the last time I actually felt something. Not tactile, but, rather, felt anything emotionally.
I've been going through the motions for so long that now I doubt if I've ever felt anything. I know how I'm supposed to respond to events that would normally illicit some emotive reaction. I am particularly good at telling people what they want or expect to hear. From the outside, I'm sure I look normal. But inside, I've forgotten some key things about the human experience. In short, I feel something like a robot. I know how I should feel. I even react appropriately. At the end of the day, however, the only thing I really feel is complete and utter exhaustion.
Within the last few weeks I've taken considerable time to reflect on the root of the problem, or, rather, what I perceive to be the problem. I say perceive because it occurs to me that since I question my ability to feel, I must also call into question my ability to reason (which really makes this entire entry moot, but I soldier on...). I believe it's my job. While I love what I do and I have strong ties to the company, it is slowly killing me. I have given 50-, 60-, 70-, and 80-hour weeks to his organization for almost a year. I've ignored my personal life, becoming ever more acerbic to my friends (who, by the grace of their own outstanding character, remain by my side). Until recently, I had almost no social life (romantic or otherwise) to speak of. I've let myself do all these things because I believe that, at the end, we, as a company, would be in a better place for it.
Now, after four years, I am finally accepting what I've known for the better part of my tenure here: it is a sinking ship, steered ignorantly into a future where it has no place by people more concerned with petty displays of power than the motto they so tenuously claim to espouse.
In an effort to seek out the cause of my emotional malaise, I've changed a lot of things over the past year. All of them for the better, and while I gained moments of respite, they were fleeting. So I'm faced with the only thing left that I can change: I need to abandon ship (my mastery of metaphors and prose knows no bounds).
So, welcome back to the fray. It's pretty hairy, but it's like I always say (+5 cliche points): better to be uncomfortable and dynamic than static and comfortable.
It's been well over a year since I felt "normal." Starting around October last year, the company I work for decided it would be a good idea to move away from our mid-1980s financial software and into the world of Oracle (the company, not the database engine. There is a distinction). Little did I know at the time what that would entail for me.
I've worked at this company for going on 4 years now. I've watched the personnelle turnover range from 3 months to 2 years. At the end of it all, that is to say where we are now which is not an end, per se, I've become the most senior person within my group by about 3 to 3.5 years. The one exception is one of my bosses who has been here far longer than I have, but who has not worked so closely with the valuable sales and financial data as I have. What did, and does, this mean? In regards to migrating away from archaic software to new, module software, it meant, and means, I'm the only person with the expertise to get people the information they need.
From about January last year until today (and undoubtedly beyond), I have been buried beneath nothing short of a mountain of work. While I was sitting in meetings listening to people bicker and argue, my work piled up, higher and higher, as did the stress. And now, as I sit here, about a year after it all started I'm trying to think back, in earnest, to when the last time I actually felt something. Not tactile, but, rather, felt anything emotionally.
I've been going through the motions for so long that now I doubt if I've ever felt anything. I know how I'm supposed to respond to events that would normally illicit some emotive reaction. I am particularly good at telling people what they want or expect to hear. From the outside, I'm sure I look normal. But inside, I've forgotten some key things about the human experience. In short, I feel something like a robot. I know how I should feel. I even react appropriately. At the end of the day, however, the only thing I really feel is complete and utter exhaustion.
Within the last few weeks I've taken considerable time to reflect on the root of the problem, or, rather, what I perceive to be the problem. I say perceive because it occurs to me that since I question my ability to feel, I must also call into question my ability to reason (which really makes this entire entry moot, but I soldier on...). I believe it's my job. While I love what I do and I have strong ties to the company, it is slowly killing me. I have given 50-, 60-, 70-, and 80-hour weeks to his organization for almost a year. I've ignored my personal life, becoming ever more acerbic to my friends (who, by the grace of their own outstanding character, remain by my side). Until recently, I had almost no social life (romantic or otherwise) to speak of. I've let myself do all these things because I believe that, at the end, we, as a company, would be in a better place for it.
Now, after four years, I am finally accepting what I've known for the better part of my tenure here: it is a sinking ship, steered ignorantly into a future where it has no place by people more concerned with petty displays of power than the motto they so tenuously claim to espouse.
In an effort to seek out the cause of my emotional malaise, I've changed a lot of things over the past year. All of them for the better, and while I gained moments of respite, they were fleeting. So I'm faced with the only thing left that I can change: I need to abandon ship (my mastery of metaphors and prose knows no bounds).
So, welcome back to the fray. It's pretty hairy, but it's like I always say (+5 cliche points): better to be uncomfortable and dynamic than static and comfortable.
No, that's not a DJ's name. Check out the two fliers below. David Guetta is only $20 and Mark Farina is free if you bring a new, unwrapped toy for Toys for Tots or non-perishable food for the Glide Food Bank. Anyone interested?
