Trivial Pursuits

None of the results are rappers.

At a cursory glance, it looks like just about all the results on a Google for "morpheme drip" (and there are only twenty results) are people who don't know how to spell morphine. I count three results—two comment threads and a blog with a single entry—that appear to be at least half-heartedly making what seems to me to be an incredibly obvious pun.

scrupulously posted by Martin Marks at 6:13 in the evening // comment? by:

 

Neither of the people voted "most likely to succeed" has left any web impression whatsoever.

I never used to take out my high school yearbooks before Facebook. Maybe because this year will actually be ten years. I wonder if they'll be able to find me to send an invite for the reunion. I've always said that I wouldn't go to a high school reunion until I can arrive in a helicopter with an entourage of at least three, but if I actually sell Trogs, that'd be worth rubbing in one or two faces at the least.

Anyway, I guess I really have nothing better to do tonight than read the comments people wrote in my yearbooks, and I have to say, none of them can possibly beat this freshman year gem from someone who was in my class (and barely knew):

Martin,
What can I
say—It's been
"Interesting" to
say the least—work
on responsibility
- Craig L—

Thank you, Craig. Your completely un-asked-for advice is as relevant now as it always was. Although judging from a quick Pipl search, it seems you've loosened up over the years and are happier for it. Good for you.

One of these days, I'm going to do a detailed statistical analysis of my senior year's class portraits, finally settling such crucial questions as "exactly what percentage of my classmates quoted the Dave Matthews Band?" and "damn, did any males in my class NOT have a caesar with frosted tips?"

humanely posted by Martin Marks at 10:04 in the evening // comment? by:

 

"Come on, let me see your semicolon smile."

Have I mentioned before how much I like Dale Chase's work? You may have seen "Coder Girl", which was sort of a breakout hit amongst a very, very, very small subset of the world's population. He took a ridiculously infectious little loop, cut it up, and decided to put incredibly geeky lyrics about computer programming over it. None of which is new, obviously; nerdcore hip hop is a decade old this year, and Kool Keith et al were laying the groundwork years before that. But "Coder Girl" is just so dang good that it deserves special mention. It's sweet and charming without being cloying, it avoids both self-deprecation and braggadocio, and above all, it's a song about how awesome creative and intelligent women are. Awesome.

Given that his other songs include lines like "blow it out your ocarina, Ganon / Hyrule's spoils to the last one standin'", "so now I'll switch my styles up like CSS", and "while you're laid out there on the mat / I'm a play you off like that Keyboard Cat", I think it's pretty clear that Chase's geekiness is by no means limited to "Coder Girl". I'm not sure if Chase considers himself nerdcore—it's essentially an opt-in genre—but I kind of hope he does, if for no other reason than it's kind of embarassing that it's probably the only American hip hop genre where basically all the prominent members are Caucasians (one of whom is actually named YTCracker). (There are, of course, plenty of persons of color making nerdy hip hop—Dr. Octagon is a person of several colors—and I stand by my claim that hip hop is by both its nature and its culture the second most nerd-oriented musical genre after filk.) I think Mr Chase has the talent to bring a new sound to nerdcore, which in my experience tends to get stale every few years unless Frontalot gets some press or a really brilliant voice comes out. Dale Chase could be such a voice. I thought Nursehella could have been too, but then she didn't really follow up on her debut track, "Nursehellamentary". Chase's whole EP is solid, though "Coder Girl" is clearly the standout.

abjectly posted by Martin Marks at 8:08 in the evening // two comments by:

• Mike
• Martin

 

Posted for posterity.

Q: How do you measure out a given volume of a liquid of unknown density to a reasonable level of accuracy, without any kind of graduated cylinder or other volume measuring tool?
A: Take an empty, unlabeled cup and tare a gram scale to that weight. Fill the cup with water until the weight in grams equals the volume in milliliters that you're trying to achieve. Mark the level of the water and dump the water out, then fill the cup up to that mark with the liquid.

I'm happy to hear other suggestions, but this one seemed pretty clever at the time.

incandescently posted by Martin Marks at 4:00 in the afternoon // one comment by:

• Liz

 

bless you, ants

wooooo home now
comment spam gone
cat slowly forgiving me
all is well

unintentionally posted by Martin Marks at 8:29 in the evening // five comments by:

• Moss
• Moss
• Martin
• Julia
• anne

 

Did You Know: Netflix has half his specials on Instant Watching.

I did that thing I do when I'm stupid today: I took a "brief nap" at 6 PM, then woke up at 9. Now there's no sleep until Brooklyn o'clock at the earliest.

But seriously, what should I have done? I mean, I was falling asleep watching Eddie Izzard, which I had previously assumed to be impossible. If I can't stay conscious through Eddie Izzard, what can I possibly do? Jog in place in the middle of the living room for four hours until I can finally justify going to bed?

The real problem here is that 11 days of blissful indolence (aided by an annoying head cold for the past six days) have completely destroyed my sleep patterns. Last night I went to bed at midnight and was thoroughly awake until well past two. Tonight, it's 2:20 and I'm not even close. A three hour nap and four hours in bed do not add up to one real night's sleep. So tomorrow I'm probably going to do the exact same thing but with Dress to Kill instead of Definite Article. Unless I watch Eddie Izzard while jogging in place in the middle of the living room...

unwittingly posted by Martin Marks at 2:27 at night // three comments by:

• Tania
• Neil
• Martin

 

Some people sneeze on a sunny day. We all have our meteorological quirks.

It is cold beyond my Involuntary Bollocks Threshold. That is the point at which it is so bollocksing cold that every time I walk outside, I automatically say "bollocks!"

amateurishly posted by Martin Marks at 10:51 in the evening // comment? by: