Best Kid Part II

The Karate Kid Part II is my favorite movie. 

It is certainly not a great movie. But I love it anyway.

I’m watching it now, probably 20 years after I last saw it. I had it on VHS when I was younger and probably watched it 200 times. I still remember every note of the soundtrack. It beings up many strong feelings. I’m sure I’m just being sentimental. But whatever. I still love it.

I lived in Japan for a year, during my “junior year abroad.” Or whatever. I strongly believe that this movie was what made me interested in Japan in the first place. For that, I owe it a large debt. If you can owe movies debts, that is.

I suddenly have much more free time

So, as of friday, I’m unemployed.

Expect there to be increased activity over here on the blog. I’ve already implemented comments (something I’ve been meaning to do for a while anyway) and I’ve got a new design in the works.

Also, and I think this goes without saying, if you have any money you want to throw at me for doing some “work,” please, send me some electronic mail.

Muji

They are finally going to start opening Mujis in America. This excites me greatly. During my time in Japan, Muji was one of my favorite places to go.

My favorite Muji purchase was this set of collapsable cardboard speakers. I wish I remember what happened to them. They would be even more useful now that we are living in the era of the iPod.

Hi – I’m the mid-to-late 90’s

Hi, I’m the mid-to-late 90’s. My hobbies include looking desaturated and pretending that I’m much more important than I really am.

hey asshole

Stop sharing your rips of cds with scratches on them. You almost make me want to pay for shit. Christ.

he’s implying that they smell worse on the inside

It’s always bothered me when people use the word “guts” to describe things other than guts. Like the inner workings of a machine, or the contents of a booklet (as opposed to the covers).

It’s not the turn of phrase, I actually find it sort of clever. It’s just — gross. Makes me feel like when Han slashes open the tauntaun in Empire.

blogs

I really dislike seeing this on a blog:

“Check out the rest of our [whatever] after the jump.”

This is annoying for at least 5 reasons:

1. This is intended to let people know that there is more content in the “full” blog post as opposed to the “summary.” The only problem is that I often only read the full blog posts, because I am directed to the blog - not from the frontpage - but from another website that links to the full post. To me, this is just annoying and makes me want to stop reading your worthless blog.

2. “the jump” - who decided to call it this? It sounds fucking idiotic.

3. This can be done in a much more effective way, and I know it, I’ve seen it in blog software. You could have a simple “read the full entry” or “read more” or even, god forbid, “read more after the jump” programmed as the text to the link to the full entry, which would GO AWAY when you get there. The only difference is that you don’t get to customize it per page. No more “check out more of my stupid useless links to free software you already know about after the jump” or “see more pictures of my stupid cat after the jump.” Big fucking loss.

4. One of the advantages of a blog/cms is that your content isn’t necessarily tied to the html - potentially, your writing could be formatted for a new blogging system, or a book, or whatever the internet will become in 30 years. The point is, you’d have to go back in and take that out, because you’re a fucking moron. Look toward the future.

5. I’ve never understood why you would want to do this in the first place. What’s so wrong with just having the full post on the main page? Maybe your stupid content aggregator/evil alien overlord of a boss forces you to comply with some arcane ad placement algorithm. I don’t care, the point is -

Don’t do it. It’s dumb, and it makes you look dumb.

phlegm

I’m really bored, mostly because I’ve been sick and haven’t felt like leaving the house.

The house being a basement room my friend John has graciously allowed me to stay in until my new lease opens up.

Things haven’t turned out how I wanted. In general. I have trying to come up with ways to fix that.

1) Get off my ass and work on the various artistic projects I’ve been meaning to do for years
2) Be more social
3) Get more sleep

I feel like if I succeed at these things will solve a great majority of my problems.

The main reason I haven’t already been doing these things is because they are hard. If I didn’t try to stop myself, I would stay at my house all the time, doing nothing, talking to no one. This would not make me happy, but it would at least be easy.

That needs to stop. I need to sleep more, so I have more energy to do the things I want. It is a way of making them easier.

But getting to sleep is hard.

The semblance of logic I have applied to this is tenuous at best. It is an emotional rant covered in a thick, corrosive layer of pseudologic.

independence

I think the sound of fireworks has finally stopped. It was pretty loud around 10:00.

I actually saw a man trying to teach a toddler (by that I mean a child wearing nothing but a diaper) to light some fireworks. I sat there, watched the child light it, and saw the rocket shoot into the sky, above my view.

I remember there being an sort of unwritten rule, back home, whenever anyone was trying to operate fireworks. There was a certain age where it was only safe to let kids play with sparklers. I don’t know what that age was, but I am fairly certain that you had to be out of diapers to light anything that would cause a bunch of noise or explode in any way.

And what is the deal with fireworks? I haven’t been excited by fireworks since… well, probably never, but I’m sure I grew out of it before I started shaving. Granted, I didn’t start shaving until after most people had started having sex, but that does not disprove my point.

Fireworks are boring and wasteful. They do only two things - 1) make the air smell like gunpowder (which I find unpleasant) and 2) make large explosion-type noises (which I also find unpleasant.)

I suppose you could probably add a third - 3) They make someone rich around this time of year. And that, of course, is why I have been annoyed all day long. Fucking fuckers.

noise, personal space, and Utilitarianism

Where I work, our offices are near the back of the building. The alley, right outside our door, is quite busy and we often hear noises—trucks bringing shipments of food to restaurants, yuppies parking their cars in their garages, that sort of thing.

Today, the guy who owns the apartment building directly across the alley from us was doing something with his motorcycle. I don’t know what it was, and I don’t care. It was loud and it bothered me. So I started making comments to my coworkers about how people are inconsiderate and why do motorcycles always have to be loud, etc.

I asked my boss if his motorcycle was that loud. He told me it wasn’t. So then I asked if the dude that owns the apartment building fixed his up to make it louder, and if so, he was an asshole. My boss wouldn’t really say. He just kept repeating “some people just like the way it sounds” when I asked why would anyone want a loud motorcycle.

I generally have this idea that you should never do anything that’s going to bother somone else, especially if that thing is just small mundane activity you do to make yourself feel better. Like the guy who sat next to Elaine and made the lip-smacking noise after every sip of coffee.

It’s not worth it. I just plain think it’s wrong, but even from a Utilitarian standpoint, the numbers are just staggering.

Say you work with 10 people, all within earshot of your cubicle. You really enjoy singing, especially the popular songs of past decades. Chances are, those 10 people aren’t going to enjoy your vocal stylings.

So you shouldn’t sing because you are going to annoy 10 people, and only make 1 person happy. And really, does that make you happy? Shouldn’t you be spending your time, doing, say, work, instead of singing James Taylor songs? But the point is—you shouldn’t do it because 10 is larger than 1.

This brings up another interesting point—if I ever start doing philosophy seriously, and I want to be remembered, this would certianly be a recurring theme of mine—the ethics of the mundane.

Utilitarianism is generally concerned with doing the thing that will benefit the most people. The examples given in a classroom setting are generally of the murdering your rich neighbor to get all his money and save the poor children, speeding traincar headed toward a group of old people variety.

I don’t think this is a very good way to go about teaching ethics. I see, every day, people doing things that offend me on moral grounds, but they aren’t life or death sorts of things. They’re things like holding doors open, and getting off at the front of the bus. Stuff that doesn’t really matter, on a biblical scale. But this stuff impacts my life. And yours. And everyone elses. And it happens to you every day, time and time again.

If people can’t be trusted to hold a door open for you, then they certainly can’t be trusted to save your life if a traincar comes rushing toward you and they’re the only ones who can throw the switch to make it jump to the other track.

So, because I heard motorcycles in the alley, we are living in a moral wasteland. Fuck all this war for oil shit—let’s have a war for common fucking courtesy.