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‘Everything that enters consciousness as unity is already tremendously complex: we always have only a semblance of unity.’ — Nietzsche

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In the late ’90s, pop-culture historian Bill Geerhart launched a letter-writing campaign to some of the most powerful and infamous figures in the country, posing as a curious 10-year-old named Billy.

To his surprise, replies soon started pouring in. Everyone from Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld to Oprah Winfrey (…) [and serial killers] had words of wisdom for Billy. (…)

Their letters, published here for the first time, range from criminally insane to downright sensible, offering snapshots of the personalities behind some of America’s most hideous crimes. (…)

Satan-worshiping rapist and serial killer Richard Ramirez terrorized Los Angeles in 1985, racking up more than 25 victims. Known for nocturnal home invasions and occasional impotence, Ramirez was an equal-opportunity madman, using guns, knives, and blunt objects to slay single women, couples, teenagers, and senior citizens. He currently sits on death row in California’s San Quentin State Prison.

To: Billy
From: Richard Ramirez
Received: January 21, 1999

Billy,
Greetings. Got your letter. What school do you go to? Who’s your friend? You should stay in school. Send pictures.
Richard

{ Radar magazine | Continue reading }

And by the stroke of midnight she wanted some more

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36, male, straight, lawyer, recently divorced, financial district.

DAY ONE

7:25 a.m.: Check morning e-mails on BlackBerry. They include a message from a regular swingers party that my ex-wife and I used to frequent. She apparently still goes, but now with my former best man/best friend, whom I discovered she was sleeping with six months ago, leading to my divorce after two and a half years of marriage. We all thought he was closeted. Guess not. (…)

DAY TWO

3:18 p.m.: I am thinking about how, despite the clusterf*ck that was my marriage, my reward is the exquisite pleasure of first kisses and, to quote Chris Rock, “new p*ssy”. Seriously, what is better? 


11:11 p.m.: Friend and I head to a bar with a U2 cover band. We meet two women. One of them tells us that they would be happy to hit another bar after the show, but only if they can’t get the drummer and bass player to go home with them. C*ckblocked by a cover band! Impressed by their candor.


12:15 a.m.: Band ends its set. Friend and I plot to follow bandmates into bathroom and offer to trade the girls for beer. 


12:27 a.m.: In the men’s room the drummer tells me he is married but wants to see the girls before he agrees. 


12:30 a.m.: He sees the girls and says no deal. 


12:35 a.m.: As we leave, I whisper “he’s married” to the girl chatting with the drummer. Being cheated on has made me reasonably honorable.

{ NY mag | Continue reading }

If nothing else is true, the only one that can save U is U, yeah

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Scientists have found astrology to be rubbish.

Its central claim - that our human characteristics are moulded by the influence of the Sun, Moon and planets at the time of our birth - appears to have been debunked once and for all and beyond doubt by the most thorough scientific study ever made into it.

For several decades, researchers tracked more than 2,000 people - most of them born within minutes of each other. According to astrology, the subject should have had very similar traits.

The babies were originally recruited as part of a medical study begun in London in 1958 into how the circumstances of birth can affect future health. More than 2,000 babies born in early March that year were registered and their development monitored at regular intervals.

Researchers looked at more than 100 different characteristics, including occupation, anxiety levels, marital status, aggressiveness, sociability, IQ levels and ability in art, sport, mathematics and reading - all of which astrologers claim can be gauged from birth charts.

The scientists failed to find any evidence of similarities between the “time twins”, however. They reported in the current issue of the Journal of Consciousness Studies: “The test conditions could hardly have been more conducive to success . . . but the results are uniformly negative.” (…)

The findings caused alarm and anger in astrological circles.

{ Telegraph | Continue reading }

This week, we have lots of really interesting stuff:

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Pac-Man was a game you could beat. You could beat it by memorizing patterns. The ghosts, you see, weren’t programmed for randomness. If you zigged and they zagged, they’d do the exact same thing in a similar situation. It wasn’t long before everybody knew the patterns to beat Pac-Man.

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Ms. Pac-Man is a different story. The ghosts are programmed for randomness, so there isn’t a pattern that exists to beat it–the ghosts behave differently in each game. But there is one technique that will earn a player an incredible amount of points “Grouping.” If you can induce the ghosts to move close to one another, you can stay alive and get 1,600 points when you gobble them near a power pill. This is the story of three guys from Montana who got together and figured out how to give Ms. Pac-Man a beating she’ll never forget.

If Tom Asaki was hot in the summer of ‘82, it was due to the temperature, not to his skill at Ms. Pac-Man. He was pretty good then, but he wasn’t grouping the ghosts yet. At least that’s what Don Williams says, and Don should know, since he regularly watched Tom play down at Games Are Fun in Bozeman, Montana. Superior players usually can’t put their techniques into words. One way to get good is to watch a guy’s moves. Don got pretty good at Ms. Pac-Man too.

But Tom Asaki and Don Williams didn’t really get tight until Spencer Ouren, another Bozeman boy, started sharing his Ms. Pac-Man techniques. Spencer knew Tom and introduced Don to Tom. From then on, whenever one of them picked up a trick, he would share it with the other two. In January of 1983, they were not playing the game as individuals–beating Ms. Pac-Man had become a group project. Their goal was to score the first- second- and third-highest total scores ever recorded at the game. They felt that if they put their heads together, they could come up with the best system to totally ace out the rest of the world.

Grouping is not a mystery. It’s a standard technique among better Ms. Pac-Man players. The basic move is accomplished from the “hold” position on the board. This is a spot that the ghosts will never cross to destroy you. The hold is located in a different location on each of the four maze patterns of the game. By moving out of this safe spot in varying directions, you can influence the separate moving ghosts to get closer to one another in pursuit of the faked direction you appear to be taking. Then you can pop back into the hold and the ghosts will be grouped in a tighter, more manageable pattern.

Grouping is pretty easy on the first three maze patterns (waves one through nine). But even the best players always seemed to get wiped out on the fourth maze pattern, called the “Junior” boards. The problem was that there didn’t seem to be a hold on the Junior boards. The other three holds didn’t work, and the Bozeman Think Tank, they called themselves, were continually killed by the blue-green ghost. Without a hold on the fourth maze, it would be impossible to conquer the game, because after the tenth wave half the waves are Junior boards.

When they had just about given up, a fellow by the name of Matt Brass met up with the Think Tank. Brass, a pretty decent player himself, had just returned from the North American Video Olympics in Ottumwa, Iowa. When Brass described the Olympics scene to Tom, Spencer and Don, he dropped a bombshell–some players were grouping the ghosts on the Junior boards.

It wasn’t true. Brass wasn’t lying–he had meant to say that some players were grouping before the Junior boards.

But the Think Tank panicked. They thought they were pretty good at Ms. Pac-Man. Now someone, some mysterious someone, had whipped the Junior boards, which had seemed impossible.

Believing that the impossible was now possible (and had been achieved), the Think Tank pressed on with their own solution. They thought, “Well, if it’s possible, we want to be able to do it too.” It was like being told that Mt. Everest had been scaled when it hadn’t. The miscommunication from Brass made the Think Tank believe grouping was possible on the Junior boards. In fact, no one had ever done it.

They worked five days straight on the problem. The first thing they did was to use the “rack advance” inside the Ms. Pac-Man cabinet to advance the game to the higher boards. The found that if they just played the game normally, by the time they worked their way to the higher boards, they became reluctant to take any chances for fear of ruining a good score. And you don’t make any breakthroughs if you’re not willing to take chances.

With a lot of research, the Think Tank, and especially Spencer, decided that the key to grouping had to involve the four tunnels on the sides of the screens. They started playing around in there, luring the ghosts on wild goose chases to see how they would respond. One ghost–Sue–seemed particularly attracted to Ms. Pac-Man in the tunnels. Spencer discovered that if the pink ghost is coming straight at you, you can deceive him by pointing Ms. Pac-Man’s eyes upward. The pink ghost, they found, has been programmed to go in the same direction as you and to get in front of you, even if there is no channel to move. This information can be used for avoidance and grouping. With these and other techniques, Spencer was soon using the tunnels and grouping three of the ghosts. The other members of the Think Tank added refinements.

It was Tom who made the breakthrough. By using Spencer’s method to group three ghosts, he discovered a hold! The hold, which didn’t seem to exist on the Junior boards, was there–but only if you grouped three of the ghosts before you went into it. With this knowledge, it became a simple matter of using the tunnels to group the three ghosts on the run, go into the hold [see diagram] to wait for Sue, and then nail all of them. The Think Tank was soon achieving scores in the 400,000 range, which had been considered impossible.

You can imagine how Tom, Don and Spencer felt when they spoke with Matt Brass again and discovered the communication breakdown. The Bozeman Think Tank had done the impossible–only because they mistakenly believed it had already been achieved. Sometimes psychology can be just as important for good scores as eye/hand coordination.

{ Paul Stokstad, Computer Games, June 1984 }

photo { 25 years of Pac-Man screen burn on old monitor | Phosphor burn-in is a permanent disfigurement of areas on a cathode ray tube caused by still images being displayed continuously for long periods }

‘And I think that even today, New York still has more of this unexpected quality around every corner than any place else. It’s something quite extraordinary.’ — Robert Rauschenberg

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We all went to a super lame scary party in the lower E fucking S, with all retarded people, playing the Billboard’s Hot 100 songs (but from 2004)… we danced a bit though, aloha had fun, lots of guys came up and tried to dance against her ass. it’s fucking stupid to think you’ll get a girl doing that move. then we decided we were both hungry, we walked 1 block to get pizza, took a cab. aloha called ingrid to see what she was doing, she was like (over the phone) “we have tons, it’s like scarface over here”. we didn’t go, we were both sleepy. the taxi driver was horrible, he fell asleep 2 times and then made us feel guilty for telling him to be careful.

{ stereo hell }

photo { Lastnightsparty }

Realization is all that will soothe

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Mila Kunis (Milena Markovna Kunis) is an American actress, born August 14, 1983. She is known for playing Jackie Burkhart on That ’70s Show.

Kunis was born in Kiev, Ukrainian SSR, Soviet Union (now Ukraine), the daughter of Elvira, a drugstore manager and physics teacher, and Mark Kunis, a cab company executive and mechanical engineer. Her family is Jewish and moved to Los Angeles, California in 1991.

Kunis learned English by living in the US and attending school. A major influence came from watching The Price Is Right; host Bob Barker spoke slowly enough for her to understand. In Los Angeles, she attended Hubert Howe Bancroft Middle School, Kunis took after-school acting classes and was cast in minor roles in children’s programs and television commercials, appearing in a 1994 episode of Days of Our Lives as a young Hope Williams.

Kunis became well known after being cast in the television series That ’70s Show in 1998. During the auditions, all people auditioning for the roles in the show were required to be at least 18 years of age, so Kunis told the casting staff at the audition that she was going to be 18 “on her birthday” not specifying to which birthday she was referring. After receiving the part, she was kept on the role despite having misled the directors as she had been considered the best fit for the character and was thought to have been creative in her way of gaining the audition despite her age. She was 14 at the time of the audition and had turned 15 by the time the show began filming; when the executive producer said, “you said you were going to be 18″, she responded with “I will be 18…”

She has been dating Macaulay Culkin for nearly six years.

She is heterochromatic, which means her two eyes are different in color. One is blue while the other is hazel (green with a tint of brown). This is a result of injections to treat glaucoma.

{ Wikipedia | Continue reading }

The towel didn’t look like no god-damn maxi-pad

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For every occupation, there is a catalog of secrets only its employees are aware of…

When you’re twisting balloons for children, never tell them what you’re making. The majority of the finished products—despite your best attempts—almost always look like a dog, a blastula, or something vaguely phallic. If you identify what you’re actually attempting to make, the children will respond to your finished product with, “That doesn’t look like a [insert animal name]…”

But if you make the animals and then ask, “What does it look like to you?” the child’s imagination will take over, turning the blue, four-legged balloon into Blue from Blue’s Clues, the blastula into a Pokemon, and the phallic object into an elephant. You’ll also get bonus points because you were so cool for making exactly what they wanted.

{ Morning News | Continue reading }

photo { Rikki Kasso }

I already have a plan, I’m waiting for my real life to begin

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Am I the only one that is struggling to work from home? Here are my symptoms:

- A complete lack of structure of the day

- F*c**d up sleeping pattern… Getting up way to late, staying up way to late.

- Don’t know when work begins and don’t know when it ends.

- Lack of motivation…

- Extremely hard to build discipline

- Loneliness

- Can’t concentrate during the day… alot better at night…

- Feelings of frustration because you can’t get to it…

(…)

Hmm, I suffer from most of the symptoms and I work in an office.

{ Joel on software | Continue reading }

photo { Found photos lj }

Hey my friend saw your profile and thinks you look hot

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What it feels like to touch fake boobs

They feel like grapefruits. You know the way a grapefruit gives when you push on it, but you can’t really squeeze it because it’s firm? They feel like that. Or you could say it’s like a muscle. Like a good, hard bicep, only in front. My wife was turning thirty-seven. She was concerned that gravity was taking hold. I assured her that wasn’t the case. I told her to try push-ups. But she kept on. The surgery was done, which took her from a 34B to a 36C. They’re heavier. They have weight. But I’ll tell you, they looked amazing. The morning after the surgery, she got up out of bed and it was like a phoenix rising.

{ Esquire | Continue reading }

For all you suckers, with your cheap dragsters

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I’m going to Albany on Saturday for their law school open house! (…) I went on line to find a bus ticket but apparently the ‘Hound has raised their prices and a roundtrip ticket is $80. Hey Bus Driver, no thanks. If I wanted to ride for three hours with ex-felons and deadbeat dads I could probably find a way to do it for free.

So then I listed an ad in the rideshares section of Craigslist and like three seconds later I received a response from a guy that I’m guessing is a speedfreak, because it was in all capital letters and there was absolutely no punctuation except for tons of exclamation points. It was like “I’LL GIVE YOU A RIDE!!!!!!!!! WHERE DO YOU NEED TO BE PICKED UP!!!!!!! LET’S DO IT!!!!!!!!!”

I guess what I’m asking is this: if I accept a ride with him, what are the odds that I’ll end up hacked to bits in a shallow grave behind a rest area bathroom?

{ Dancing at gunpoint }

related { Jerry Seinfeld was in a harrowing rollover wreck but was unhurt after the brakes on one of his vintage cars failed }

‘Time to get down, on your knees.’ — Grace Jones

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Eddy Buompensiero noticed eight pairs of shoes outside the door of the modest house on Mother of Pearl Street, evidence that the former owners were still living there even though the bank had foreclosed. Mr. Buompensiero, a gray-bearded inspector for REO Asset Services-1st Realty Group, rang the bell. When no one answered, he taped a letter to the door offering the occupants $1,000 to move out. The catch: They won’t get a cent if they trash the house before they leave. (…)

These days, bankers and mortgage companies often find that by the time they get the keys back, embittered homeowners have stripped out appliances, punched holes in walls, dumped paint on carpets and, as a parting gift, locked their pets inside to wreak further havoc. Real-estate agents estimate that about half of foreclosed properties to be sold by mortgage companies nationwide have “substantial” damage. (…)

The most practical way to ensure the houses are returned in decent shape, lenders and their agents say, is to pay homeowners hundreds or even thousands of dollars to put their anger in escrow and leave quietly. (…)

Another homeowner, a 43-year-old man with two children, says he bought the property in 1993 for $140,000. Three years ago, he says he had the house appraised for $440,000 and took out a $207,000 home-equity loan to pay off credit-card bills and buy his wife a new van. His initial payments were an affordable $1,800 a month.

He fell behind, however, after he went through a divorce and his landscaping business faltered, just as his interest rate was rising. The man worked out a payment plan with the bank and borrowed heavily from his father, but, including penalties, his monthly payments rose to $4,000. After two months, he ran out of money, and the bank foreclosed.

He was left cold by the bank’s initial $500 offer to leave the house soon, intact and broom-swept. (…) The bank upped the offer to $2,800. “Better than nothing,” the owner responded. Last week, an inspector went to the house, found it clean and whole, and handed the man a check.

{ Wall Street Journal | Continue reading }

related { Woman burned foreclosed home }

‘The most beautiful makeup for a woman is passion. But cosmetics are easier to buy.’ — Yves Saint-Laurent

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Okay, I’ve known that astrology was total bullshit since I worked at a telephone psychic hotline named Magikal Journeyz during college, but my horoscope today is so inaccurate that I’m ready to give up on it completely:

“Lucky you! You’re coming into a time of great abundance. Love, travel, adventure — all the good stuff is headed your way. Take your vitamins, you are going to need all the energy to can get!”

Yeah right. Today Con Edison shut my power off and they’re not going to turn it back on until tomorrow. So, it looks like I’ll be stumbling around by candlelight like Young Frankenstein. I hate life.

Also I have some good stories about my tragic trip to the Empire State Building a couple of days ago, but I don’t really have the energy (literally, my laptop is about to run out of batteries) to explain it right now. Let’s just say that I almost puked off of the top of “The Observation Deck”.

{ Dancing at gunpoint }

photo { Shalom Sharon Hair }