11/30/2005 11:28:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|I just registered to take my GRE today. Im taking it on April 7, 2006. I think that leaves me enough time to study. Maybe. Hopefully I will only have to take it once. This also means that I have to apply to graduate school within 5 years of that date, or by 2011. I find this soothing. The whole topic of graduate school definitely freaks me the hell out. I met this woman over the weekend who had graduated from the program I want to go to at Berkeley. She's a professor at Bryn Mawr. Nice. She told me it was really good that I went to Sarah Lawrence, and that It would be noticed. Comforting. Soothing. Lovely. I got her card so that i can e-mail her and annoy her. I consider it my karmic duty. I'm excited to go to the bar tomorrow, guys. These nights all alone in my house are sort of getting to me. Last night, I actually spent some time making flashcards and studying. By "some time" I mean a good long while. Of my own accord. I listened to a couple of Radio 4 broadcasts and read some stuff on the internet about set theory. I made leftover pizza. I seriously considered taking up math again. math problems can take up a lot of time. I really need to get a cat. Now I am going to lunch.|W|P|113336990603807502|W|P||W|P|11/29/2005 07:40:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P| This is a picture of a very small particle hitting another very small particle at a very high speed, in a sort of superminiature big bang. scientists speed small particles up in particle accelerators and smash them into each other in order to observe how these very high-energy and descrete packets of matter behave, which is somehow supposed to explain existence, or the real grit, fabric, and function of the universe. also, in order to make pretty pictures Radio 4 did a good program on gravity that helps explain whats going on to the left. again, theres a good talker in this one as well, a scottish woman. and i think the other scientists were sort of making lewd jokes at her throughout the show, also entertaining. She kept talking about the force of gravity as a "rubber sheet."|W|P|113331320760741435|W|P|gravity, pretty pictures|W|P|11/28/2005 01:20:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P| This is what I look like in the Columbia Directory: mm, conehead? dipshit mcBlurryface? nice, max. thats real inviting.|W|P|113320223061359454|W|P||W|P|11/27/2005 04:55:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|A tradition must be instated from this point on. boys only saturdays. (it can be every other saturday i guess, mo) We went to cubbyhole, henriettas, and the cattyshack. fun. big time fun.|W|P|113312889383175274|W|P|Saturday night: Boys night.|W|P|12/01/2005 12:35:00 PM|W|P|Blogger echo|W|P|So holycrap fun. I feel like we should go to Deacon's Closet and buy outfits for boys' night. I think the ties really made the evening.11/26/2005 05:47:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|I've been living in the city now for too long to have not seen any art. I did go to the Neue a couple of weeks ago, but that was for a special exhibition. Who can resist Egon Schiele? Anyway, it hardly counted as an art excursion. So today i went to the WalMart of art, or more accurately the TARGET of art, the MoMa. Boy, am i tired. and hungry. and i have a headache. and im generally disgusted. first, lets have a look at something. Look at that admission price. Holyshit. I can't eat for a couple of days, but I saw some really fabulous artwork. I do have to say, though, the Rauschenberg on the first floor was almost worth the entry fee. Upon going up the stairs I was stopped abruptly by his "Rebus," and i had to sit in front of it for a while. Just dumbstruck. I had to take a bunch of notes so i could sit and think about it later. It reads from left to right, like a book. The title, "rebus" is an accurate description, "a representation of words or syllables by pictures of objects or by symbols whose names resemble the intended words or syllables in sound; also : a riddle made up of such pictures or symbols." Rauschenberg employed several little visual clues and jokes in this one. The first and most prominent being the incomplete "That Repre" on the left hand side of the piece. The viewer is compelled to finish the word "represents." It's a kind of shorthand for the visual game going on here, a play on the act of representing. And you have to literally unpack and decode the work itself. In short, Raushcenberg is genius. And talking about art is boring. Here's the actual "Rebus."Moving on, After that one I did the rest of the museum backwards, or from bottom to top. Saw the contemporary work, painting II, the drawing and architecture rooms, the special exhibition on contemporary design and safety, and the Odolin Redon show. I skipped painting I because it was fucking crowded, and I'd already seen it. I kindof flew through painting II as well. They have so much stuff up, and there's nowhere to sit. Totally not inviting. On the second floor I had to go to the bathroom. And I have to say, for a museum that purportedly makes a shitload of money on admission, they could have picked someone with a little more common sense to design the bathrooms. At first glance, they're nice. All granite and stainless steel. A little cold, but nice. They weren't tight with the materials budget. But when I went to wash my hands, I was amazed at how stupid the fixtures were.(Please Refer to the drawing at left) First of all, the sink spouts are absolutely phallic. If they had designed them as actual penises, they would have looked less like penises. Big, stainless steel penises. Secondly, the sink basins are all way too small. The fixtures don't come nearly far out enough, and are too tall. The result: There's water everywhere. Just everywhere. C'mon Moma, it might look pretty when things are dry and unused, but once you turn the water on and it gets all splashy splashy, your bathrooms look like a fucking waterpark. Bad design. Well, I have to say, that was just the icing on the cake. The Odolin Redon show, however, was AWESOME. They had a lot of his drawings and prints, and kept the paintings scarce and confined to one room. The paintings really suck. It's funny. For most of Redon's career he was unknown and starving and depressed. Then at the turn of the century he was making money and happy. He started painting and employing all of this color, and his work really got shitty. Here's a couple of my favorites that were in the show: Mmm, mm. Just amazing. Redon's definitely a master of black and white. He really pushed it just about as far as it could go. And his etchings and lithographs are incredible. There have been few in history who have been able to make lines like that in print. I also went to banana republic today, and was a very bad boy. |W|P|113304856832091311|W|P|The Art Factory|W|P|11/24/2005 02:12:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Part of me is sort of mad that i missed this, even though i have never been, and perhaps never will go to the Macy's thanksgiving day parade. I hate parades: the crowds and gawkers and whining children. The weather conditions are always less than perfect, and you can never see a goddamn thing. (especially if you happen to be vertically challenged) The thanksgiving day parade went horribly awry today.though, when one of the balloons caught a good gust of wind and made contact with a lightpost, toppling the post and injuring two bystanders. The post then punctured the balloon, causing it to deflate in the middle of the parade route. Connecticut is still here, and still waspy. I'm trying to work up room for all the turkey and cranberry sauce and stuffing im going to shove in to my self. Next time we go to the cubby hole, you guys are going to have to roll me there.|W|P|113286008161749250|W|P|Thanksgiving day Parade, gone awry. Again.|W|P|11/26/2005 10:26:00 AM|W|P|Blogger epsmcl|W|P|Hermione is 15. That makes it illegal. But maybe not in the UK?????11/23/2005 02:38:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Ha ha.|W|P|113277474914959232|W|P||W|P|11/28/2005 01:10:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Exhomeless-Guy|W|P| http://www.signgenerator.org has more sign making widgets ;)11/23/2005 01:13:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P| Happy Thanksgiving! I am most thankful for the wonderful people that surround me all the time. And those that don't. I miss them. But I am thankful for them still. I am also thankful that I get to leave work at 3pm. And that both my mother and my aunt are good cooks. And that I have my health. And that I will be taking home really delicious goodies to munch on for the next week. And... |W|P|113276983163364631|W|P||W|P|11/23/2005 01:51:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|does that woman in the white look like your dad??

heheh...love you! thank you for being fabulous!11/22/2005 02:43:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|And I finished all my work and work exceedingly early today. Hence all the posting. I'm sorry, but sometimes i just don't know what to do with myself. There's this great New York Times article about how hypnosis tests have been used to reveal brain structure. In short, it goes through a few proofs about what kind of power outside suggestion has over how people actually percieve things. It seems to fall in line with a number of studies being conducted these days showing how susceptible our brains really are to outside forces, suggestions, and variances in our perceptive functions. In other words, are we seeing what we are actually seeing? And where is the line between the actual outside world and what is represented and felt within the deep reaches of the brain? In Our Time, the BBC radio program ran a show about the science of perception. Even if your not really interested in the topic, one of the presenter's voices is terribly amusing. Also, over the summer i read an awesome book that was kindof loosely about the same thing. in The Mind and The Brain: Neuroplasticity and the Power of Mental Force, Jeffrey Schwartz uses his research on OCD to support his thesis that unconscious tics and urges can be consciously controlled through the power of suggestion and what he calls "mental force." Sometimes Schwartz is real out there and goes on about zen buddhism and quantum mechanics. But its real interesting.|W|P|113269077164269000|W|P||W|P|11/22/2005 02:24:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|By Mo's suggestion, there will be a second word of the day today... Egregiousa.Remarkable in a good sense: a. Of persons and personal qualities: Distinguished, eminent, excellent, renowned. Obs. (exc. in humorously pedantic use) as in: Reflecting on his affections, Max realized that he had been long acquainted with Mo; with her jovial sense of humor, biting wit, and strikingly egregious personality.|W|P|113268852160871528|W|P|Word of the Day II...|W|P|11/22/2005 06:10:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|you asshole.11/22/2005 11:51:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|betenoire:n.A person or thing that is the bane of a person or his life; an insufferable person or thing; an object of aversion. as in: What a foul presence that young Potter has become; a flea, a tick, my betenoire.|W|P|113267888553964572|W|P|Word of the Day...|W|P|11/22/2005 02:01:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|you should incorporate me into every word example. don't you think? yeah, you do.

see you at 5! whoo hoo. xo, mo11/21/2005 07:38:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P| I have a problem. Mo and I were just discussing how apparent it has become over dinner at tom's. I haven't had a relationship in two years. That's a bit of a long time. Considering that I only recently graduated from college--that unbridled place of sexual plenty--and a pretty queer institution at that, one would think i would be rolling in relationship. I should be seriously dating--or have just broken up with--someone who has dated more than two of my friends. We should have a cat or a plant that i take on weekends. We should each be sleeping around with one of our friends and someone random once in a while. Thats not it at all. It's not terrible. And its not for lack of... Maybe im just a little bookish. I got on the subway then in a very reflective, kind of diffident mood. Bam: very attractive woman, a few people away in very close quarters, lots of eye-contact. She holds my glance little to long, notices me doing the same, respective looking away. I give it 5 seconds, look back at her, immediately look away, out the window at 124th street. She looks at me while i look at her reflection looking at me. I shift positions to face her and lean on the door, look, look away. I think about turning into a puddle and rolling to the back of the subway car, by her feet. This thought also makes me think of vomiting eggs and french fries all over the back of the man in front of me. I pretend to sleep and sigh for a minute. I look again for a second while she looks at me between 137th and 145th, then she finally gets off the fucking subway car. Directly following this, the guy next to me smiled at me and asked me if i was harry potter's brother because i looked like harry potter. I smiled and thought about how i didn't know whether to feel completely emasculated or just kindof like a teenage british boy, also definitely emasculating. This is the second time in a month that i've been told i look like harry potter. Admittedly, the other time it happened i was getting hit on. "So what are you, harriet potter?" Not a good line.|W|P|113262179545740533|W|P|"hogwarts" should be an expletive|W|P|11/22/2005 08:55:00 AM|W|P|Blogger epsmcl|W|P|Max, you are much cuter than Harry Potter.

Hermione, on the other hand...11/21/2005 12:39:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Oh, man. My parents are definitely in town. There are a few indications. For one, im sort of nauseous all the time, and anxious. I keep looking over my shoulder to see if anyone is following me. My cellphone keeps ringing, during work, when im in the bathroom...really, anytime. It's always my father. His question could always have waited. And he does this thing that majorly pisses me off, when everytime he calls he also sends me a text message with his phone number. I have caller ID. He should know this. He pays for it. Yesterday we moved everything that they brought out for me into my house. This i am very greatful for. My mother is incredibly sweet and committed (controlling) so she packed up a bunch of my things and brought them out for me. This now means I have more books than i know what to do with. But also a desk and end tables and some new rugs, a garlic press, pie tins, more spatulas, a set of glasses, these really awesome norman rockwell mugs that were my grandma joan's.... Mo is going to come over and make fun of me for having a fully stocked kitchen suitable for making any array of gourmet entrees. I do have about 16 spatulas. Anyone need a spatula? Mo, you need to see the rugs as well, you'll have so much new material to rip on me with. Anyway, my parents are retirement age, and being the agile young pup that I am, I had to move most of these boxes up four flights of stairs to my apartment. My calves are fucking burning this morning. I almost considered calling in sick because of how much it hurt to go down the stairs. But it saved my father the heart attack. So it was worth it. They hate the neighborhood. My mom thinks my apartment is a pile of crap and would like to "get in there for a day and just go to work." Ah, I declined. But I could sick her on Domingo. hm. Finally, They told me not to smoke pot with my 18 year old cousin. uh, whoops.|W|P|113259590582890446|W|P|Invasion of the Parents|W|P|11/17/2005 04:39:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|i had to dress like a woman for work today. and i have gas. in no mood to say anything but that.|W|P|113226361191788546|W|P|moment of silence|W|P|11/17/2005 05:35:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Becca|W|P|Why did you have to dress like that?!11/16/2005 03:35:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Okay, please don't miss this AWESOME video from a local news station about spottings of another mysterious species, the Chupacabra. People run news on this shit?|W|P|113217341932840968|W|P|One more time.|W|P|11/17/2005 10:53:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|so i had this really cool idea yesterday. what if you made maps of what the world would look like if relatively minor world events had never taken place. for example if the US never stolen hawaii, and then pearl harbor wouldn't have happened, and then the US wouldn't have gotten involved in WWII (maybe), etc. and then a map of the world if the US hadn't done that. or other things, more obscure things that i don't know about, like with explorers or russia or something. you could have this whole series of essays and maps, and make a philosophical statement about time and people and decisions and power.

anyway, back to work. love, mo11/17/2005 11:33:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|"No one, we presume, supposes that any change in public opinion or feeling, in relation to this unfortunate race, in the civilized nations of Europe or in this country, should induce the court to give to the words of the Constitution a more liberal construction in their favor than they were intended to bear when the instrument was framed and adopted. Such an argument would be altogether inadmissible in any tribunal called on to interpret it. If any of its provisions are deemed unjust, there is a mode prescribed in the instrument itself by which it may be amended; but while it remains unaltered, it must be construed now as it was understood at the time of its adoption. It is not only the same in words, but the same in meaning, and delegates the same powers to the Government, and reserves and secures the same rights and privileges to the citizen; and as long as it continues to exist in its present form, it speaks not only in the same words, but with the same meaning and intent with which it spoke when it came from the hands of its framers, and was voted on and adopted by the people of the United States. Any other rule of construction would ABROGATE the judicial character of this court, and make it the mere reflex of the popular opinion or passion of the day. This court was not created by the Constitution for such purposes. Higher and graver trusts have been confided to it, and it must not falter in the path of duty..."
-Justice Taney
Dred Scott v. Sanford
April Term, 1954.11/16/2005 12:01:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|A while ago, one of my old coworkers (Ben) and I were discussing, as we did from time to time, random information that we found on the internet (and other places) that could be of no real use to us other than masturbating our gray matter. Ben was a well rounded and skilled mental masturbator, a classical studies major, and a dealer of fine and rare rugs. He has since moved to greece in order to pursue his rug-hocking in depth. As I was saying, at some point this summer, Ben was recounting for me a long trip he once took to the upper peninsula of michigan. On this trip, one of those college things with no real goal or even a final destination, he and his compatriots came accross a very uninteresting shit-hole-in-the-wall town that made a very interesting claim. Crystal Falls, Michigan, way up there on the upper peninsula and over the border from wisconsin (why is that michigan and not wisconsin, anyway?), claims to have the world's largest living organism. It's a fungus that covers an area of about 38 acres and weighs about 100 tons. It may also be anywhere from about 1500 to about 10,000 years old. Since this claim, however, the search for a larger, heavier, and older fungus has resulted in other claims for the world's largest organism:

The largest, possibly the heaviest, and maybe the oldest organism alive was at first thought to be a mycelium found in the forests of Michigan, N. America. This giant is the mycelium of the parasitic fungus, Armillaria bulbosa (a form of Honey Fungus), which has sprung from a single spore and grows mainly underground.

It is now estimated to cover a minimum 40 acres (150,000 m²), making it 16.8 times the size of the pitch and surrounding grass of Wembley Stadium. Scientists have calculated its weight to be over 100 tonnes and it is at least 1,500 years old.

But since many different species of fungi with their own mycelia grow together in close proximity in any forest, how can one be certain that this giant is just one fungal mycelium and not a mass of several springing from several different spores falling from several different fruit-bodies all living in the same soil?

The answer is that we can now apply the latest genetic fingerprinting techniques to fungi (as we saw happening at David Conways' table at the Fungus 100 exhibition reviewed in our editorial). Sections of the DNA of any fungus may be taken from various sites and compared. If the same pattern is found in two samples it is virtually certain that they are from the same organism.

The tests made in Michigan proved that all the samples taken over the 40 acres were genetically identical. However the Michigan fungus's reign as official Largest Organism in the World was short-lived. Hot on the heels of the announcement of their monster find came another from Washington State. This time the fungus in question was Armillaria ostoyae.

For about 20 years it had been suspected that the mycelium was an individual. And now, "When we heard about Michigan" said Forest Health Department Manager, Ken Russell, "we said, we can't have the braggin' rights residing in Michigan when we’ve got a bigger fungus". They claimed that this relative of the Michigan fungus covered a mind-boggling 1500 acres and was between 400 and 1000 years old. However it was suspected in some quarters that Ken Russell might be pre-occupied with "braggin' rights" at the expense of scientific accuracy.

Nevertheless, the Journal Nature was alerted to the existence of the WashingtonOregon find and published a leading article entitled "The Great Fungus" which effectively fired the starting-gun on a search for an even bigger one. Fungus hunters were now said to be scouring Oregon.

Apparently, just such a fungus was found in Oregon. I think its sort of awesome that little evidence for the size of this one organism is actually seen above ground. Although it all came from the same spore and is genetically identical throughout, the fungus is made of a bunch of tiny little mycelium webs that live underground, killing trees, and popping up mushroom caps. ____ More useless information: as I was researching this story, I found something in Wikipedia about Deep-Sea Gigantism, collosal species live in the depths of the oceans. And definitely don't miss trunko, a mysterious and as-yet unidentified water-borne species spotted off the coast of south africa. Cryptozoology.com, finally, is totally fucking odd.|W|P|113217287126296704|W|P|World's Largest|W|P|11/16/2005 11:05:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|Abrogate v. 1. To repeal (a law, or established usage), to annul, to abolish authoritatively or formally, to cancel. 2. To do away with, put an end to. As in: In spite of his seemingly masculine attitude, dress, and manner, Max had no desire to completely abrogate his status as a female-bodied person or the use of the pronoun "she" in connection with his name. huh, that one got a little personal.|W|P|113216046067041329|W|P|ACE the GRE word of the day|W|P|11/15/2005 04:00:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Its very gray outside today. Even though Global Warming is going to give us a nice kick in the ass tomorrow with some awesome temperatures, I thought i'd post this playlist of songs i listen to on gray days. A little melancholy, a little tragic, definitely soothing. Venus - Air The Sinking Feeling - The The Let the Distance Bring Us Together - Bright Eyes/Britt Daniel Big Heartbreak - The Rosebuds (Becca, you'd like this band, i think) Kc Accidental - Broken Social Scene Glass, Concrete and Stone - David Byrne Duet For Guitars, No. 3 - M. Ward Sentimental Fool - Roxy Music Expo '86 - Death Cab For Cutie Freeze the Saints - Stephen Malkmus (this line I can't get out of my head: "And we meet again, trapped in our divisible bodies" so good...and then this motto: "done is good, but done well is so much fucking better" is my new motto for life) By Your Side - CocoRosie (another one of those bands with a weired god thing) Broken Chair - Jim Guthrie (Becca, Eliza: you would also like this guy. Woody guthrie's grandson?) The Bronze Beached Boys - Pas/Cal Remember the Mountain Bed - Billy Bragg and Wilco from the Mermaid Avenue Album, Part 2 (Okay, actually Becca, I just realized...You NEED to hear this song. NEED TO NOW!!! Seriously. its so good.) Elvis Presley Blues - Gillian Welch I will follow you in to the dark - Death Cab.. (also another song that i am obsessed with. he promises his significant other that if heaven and earth are full he will follow them "into the dark" cheesy and touching all the same) I think theres a way you can make a playlist from your itunes into a downloadable podcast for subscription. because im itunes and mac illiterate, i dont know how. ( but one day i will figure this out. and then i will make playlists all the time. promise.|W|P|113209233185106424|W|P|gray day, pretty music|W|P|11/15/2005 12:20:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|I'm not really feeling in the blogging mood today. I slept through two alarms and woke up about a half an hour before I was supposed to be at work. Amazingly, I got in only seven minutes late. Nice work, one train, nice. Now im a little frazzled and very hungry as I didnt really get to stop and eat my wheaties this morning. I dont eat wheaties. I switch off between honey nut cheerios and kashi, preferring the latter while it is definitely more expensive. It just packs that punch i need to get going in the morning, and to stay going. Speaking of, this really makes me consider where the hell i may be going to. (This is UC Berkeley pictured at left. If you close your eyes and concentrate real hard, you can picture me sitting among those smarty-pants berkeley-ites on those steps down there) I see myself in five years still being higher-ed administration, liberal-arts fantastic. Awesome. I really need to take the GRE. I think from now on, in the interest of bettering myself and my education, I will instate the "Max is going to ACE the GRE Word of the Day." Today We have 2 words: 1. Obfirmation n. Confirmation in evil or ignorance; the state of being so confirmed; stubbornness, obduracy. As in: "Mo's insitent obfirmation of Max's negligence was all the committee needed to realize that she was lying." 2. Gossamer n. and a. A fine filmy substance, consisting of cobwebs, spun by small spiders, which is seen floating in the air in calm weather, esp. in autumn, or spread over a grassy surface: occas. with a and pl., a thread or web of gossamer. transf. and fig. Applied to something light and flimsy as gossamer. As in: "Superhero Max weightlessly lighted the darkened balconies of the city supported only by his wits and a seemingly invisible gossamer thread, holding him fast to his mission." and yes, my linkslist has gotten way out of control.|W|P|113208701411858035|W|P|Miscellany|W|P|11/14/2005 10:22:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P| It seems that in spite of my constant contentions that im not your average dyke, that I break the mold on homosexuality and refuse to fall into those reified categories of sexual type... Im actually a big, raging dyke. Eliza pointed out some time ago that my subaru was a little gay... So it is, so it is. And at one point I had this sort of rattail going on. That was a mistake that has since been taken care of. But I think this takes the cake... These pictures were recently brought to my attention: Hanging out on the softball bench... a little catcher warm up action And...who's that badass with the broken finger. damn. please ignore the shit haircut. Anyway. there's some indelible evidence.|W|P|113198375940743632|W|P|Whoops, Raging Gay.|W|P|11/14/2005 11:02:00 AM|W|P|Blogger Becca|W|P|max, i adore you.11/11/2005 03:19:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Here's a really cool search engine called "Woogle." You enter a word or phrase and it returns pictures. Although its not really useful for...well, anything. It is sort of amusing. eg. "Asshole": and "irresponsible": and, "unusual": I haven't figured out what the bush thing is about. But I did just waste a good half hour.|W|P|113174101690705687|W|P|Words in Pictures|W|P|11/11/2005 03:32:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Gary Freedman|W|P|interesting11/11/2005 09:23:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P| Pat Robertson says we're all gonna die in the firey pit if we dont believe in intelligent design. Pat Robertson, your existence itself leads me to believe that God may have abandoned us already. It is also pretty good proof of the fact that theres no real thinking behind evolution.|W|P|113172001484394950|W|P|News Today: Apocalypse Definitely Coming|W|P|11/10/2005 10:50:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|I think living alone is going to slowly turn me into one of those creepy-hermit-mumble-to-yourself-on-the-subway sort of people. I stay in alot. Which is good for my credit card balance, but not so good for my social life. This, mo, Is why im sort of skeptical about getting a cat. I dont want to turn in to a cat person. Next thing you know, I would be hanging an xmas stocking for it, and giving myself gifts from it on the holidays. Moreover, I have a growing list of "hobbies" These include, but are not limited to foreign films recommended for me on netflix (I just saw europa, europa and its great in a really depressing sort of way); collecting maps; making collages and small pictures with obsessively cut-up images and pictures borrowed from google earth; and researching various topics including but also not limited to austrian cultural history, russian cultural history, the history of cartography, anatomy, pirates, undocumented species, and small boxes. Just small boxes. So last night, after taking in a film called The Triplets of Bellville, I sat on my couch and cut a number of pictures of watch-faces and gears. I then crawled in to bed and curled up around a very good book called "A People's Tragedy: History of the Russian Revolution." I read about Rasputin, who I think needs to be the historical figure of the month. If you don't know that much about Rasputin, He was an "adviser" and sort of faith healer to tsar Nicholas and Tsariana Alexandra's son, Tsarevich Alexei. The boy had hemophelia, and apparently being around Rasputin stopped his hemorraging. Rasputin was also a drunk, a womanizer, and a generally licentious and sketchy figure. (Look into his eyes, man) His murder was eventually arranged by the Tsar's brothers for fear that he was bringing down the Romanov dynasty. The Romanov's actually brought themselves down by being the most regressive and despotic regime in the western hemisphere. But Rasputin, and the contempt in which the general russian populace held him, alongside his controversial activities, yeah that may have been a factor. Anyway, his death was "arranged" and heres what wikipedia says about that:

The events leading to Rasputin's death follow, in chronological order: The conspirators plotting his death arrived at Rasputin's home with cyanide-laced pastries, which Rasputin ate easily without dying, and while wearing a strange face. To this day it is unclear whether Rasputin realized what happened. When this failed, they shot him in the liver, and he fell on the floor, seemingly dead. After this, as the conspirators carried him to the nearby river Neva to dispose of his body, he suddenly began trying to free himself. They dropped him and shot him again, this time in the lung. At the same time, the British agent hiding in a bush shot Rasputin in the head. The Russian conspirators then dumped him in the river, through a hole in the ice. Though unsupported by fact, some believe he survived for a short period of time in the iced-over river. Another tale goes that when Rasputin's body was found and removed from the Neva, three days later, the rope he had been tied with had been cut and there was ice found under his fingernails, where he had attempted to claw his way out.

It is unclear why Rasputin survived potassium cyanide, if he indeed swallowed it. One possiblity is that he was a heavy drinker and thus suffered from achlorhydria (an absence of stomach acid, which is required to transform harmless potassium cyanide into lethal hydrogen cyanide). This would mean that the poison had no effect on him. Alternatively, the sugars in the wine and cakes may have inhibited the cyanide, or the chemical used may have been non-toxic, either deliberately or accidentally. Nonetheless, even with poison, bullets and bruises, there is evidence that Rasputin still managed to move about under the freezing ice water before finally dying. Alexandra had the body drawn from the river three days later and buried near Tsarskoe Selo. After the February Revolution a group of workers dug up his body and burned it in a nearby wood.

All three killers died much later from natural causes.

Nice.|W|P|113165794068130063|W|P|You could never know too much about russia|W|P|11/11/2005 02:43:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|A LOT! A LOT! two words buddy.11/09/2005 02:55:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Astrological Forecast For Today:
During this time, you feel most free to express yourself and to be yourself. Your primary drive is to do what you want and as much as possible to set your own priorities. You are not especially interested in dominating others, although you may be capable of it at this time, but you will vigorously oppose anyone who tries to prevent you from doing what you want to do. Your attitude toward your relationships is much lighter at this time, almost as if you saw your relationships as a stage upon which you can perform. At any rate, you favor more than usual the relationships that are fun. This is the time to be yourself, but it also is the time to become conscious of who you are. It is one thing to be yourself; it is another to know yourself. You can use this time for both.( Astro)
In truth, I am especially interested in dominating others. I can't believe I read that shit every day, and even more that I read into it as if it were somehow applicable to my situation at all. Its not, but I looked at this one for some guidance after I received an e-mail about a job at the Cooper-Hewitt (Design Museum) that I had applied for a while back. Its open again and they want me to come in and talk to them about it again. Goddamn it. A little late on that front. Maybe I will go in for just a minute, anyway, though. Maybe I just will... In other news, I'm really excited about thursday night as per usual, but I wish becca were here to come along.
|W|P|113156741216885632|W|P|Forecast|W|P|11/09/2005 04:01:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Becca|W|P|Weird! The stars must be aligned for good fortune in the job department for everybody 1 I wish I were there for Thursday night too, god damn it. I would get wasted and tell you funny jokes and bat my eyelashes at you if I were there.11/09/2005 09:03:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P||W|P|113154508818564252|W|P|Democra$y|W|P|11/07/2005 03:59:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P| Someone in Greenville, SC got to my blog by searching Yahoo for "Conjoined Twins" Awesome.|W|P|113139726540546529|W|P|Nice|W|P|11/07/2005 09:07:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P| Man. Why does monday come so quickly all the time.... Well, at least I don't have to work tomorrow. This relaxing weekend was spent in yonkers doing absolutely nothing. Anna, Sophie and I just went to the mall and sat around and took in the MOST AMAZING 80s MOVIE EVER. The Amazing Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai in the Eighth Dimension has everything you could ever want in an 80s movie: a twisted plot involving aliens, Jeff Goldblum in a cowboy suit, a strange subtext involving race relations and Cold War politics, a sequel, and a whole bunch of fabulous skinny ties. Our hero is a guitar-playing, alien-fighting sceintist and doctor who also happens to be a worldwide celebrity and comic book hero. Upon discovering the secrets to inter-dimensional time travel, Banzai also comes upon a band of renegade aliens who had landed on earth in 1938 and masterminded a plot to destroy the world. Banzai has to save the day and get the girl before the end of the film. But its suprisingly good, filled with one-liners and smart, read-between-the lines sort of jokes. Anyway. Get this movie, it's long-forgotten and it totally rocks.|W|P|113137895117244603|W|P|Amazing Adventures|W|P|11/04/2005 02:56:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P|Mo and I were sitting outside for lunch today, and we noticed a whole bunch of steam coming out of the top of Uris Hall. Q: Why in the hell are there giant smokestacks on top of the Business School building? What are they making in there?|W|P|113113542585119404|W|P|The business factory|W|P|11/07/2005 01:55:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|i'm too busy with other more important things to comment on this. sorry max. maybe later when i have more time and i'm less tired from all the sex i have, then maybe i'll be able to read it and say things about it, but until then, and it may be a while, i really don't know if i'll be able to. i'm sorry, i hope this doesn't upset you too much, it'll probably piss you off a little though. probably. maybe not. i guess i'll just have to wait and see. ok, hope that you're having a great day. see you later maybe, if i have time. which i might not because i'm so busy. bye. mo.11/04/2005 11:23:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|holyshit. im so tired that I want to die. Im so tired that tori came out to tell me that I look tired. I went to a concert on wednesday, came back very tired. And then I went out again last night, came home more tired and later than I wanted to. I'm going to another concert tonight. Why, why do I do this to myself? Im jealous of you guys and your digital cameras.|W|P|113112158566654920|W|P|i did it to myself|W|P|11/03/2005 04:00:00 PM|W|P|Max|W|P| When I was a child, I wanted so badly to live in the city. It didn't matter which one, but Chicago was near by, so It usually became the focal point for my obsession. Sometimes, my parents would take me to aunt Joan and Ernie's when they lived in Hyde Park, or to the Art Institute. I relished this. I loved getting out of the quiet and dead suburban landscape of white boxes and manicured lawns. The city was full of noise and dirt and constant movement and the chance of something unexpected happening. This scared the shit out of my mother. I would say that my attitude is the exact opposite. I mean, i did spend 2 years researching that one utopian city that I wrote my thesis on. I practically lived there. And it didn't even exist. So I spent a lot of time researching cities and reading about their histories and walking around them. I admire them as individual and unique configurations of built space, all those humans living on top of each other. Things happen in cities. People interact with them and change them and make them their own. They're schizophrenic. I guess I didnt need to preface the really interesting interview that I found in the Morning News with that random little tidbit. This woman makes intense prints and hangs them outside (mostly around brooklyn) to get weathered and ruined and looked at. Her project is also a sort of recycling, using newspapers and found materials and detritus of the city to form something new that will also, in its own way, meld back into the urban landscape. More on the virtual end of the spectrum, there are a lot of cool projects going on having to do with the landscape of the internet versus the lanscape of the city, or the lanscape of the internet as a kind a virtual city. City Alias is one such site. Check it out. (Best Viewed with Netscape). City Alias poses questions about the problem of cities and virtual spaces as spaces of spectacle and spaces of agency. If you think about it, many parts of the city, though physically interpenetrable, completely shut out the possibility of real interaction. Times Square, for example, is configured as a sort of theme park. Spectators are assaulted with all kinds of sights and sounds and smells. They are advertised at and told, but there is no room in times square for anything that would count as speech on the part of an acting agent. (Okay, this thought goes a lot of cool places...one of them being on Althusser and language, where people have used his ideas to talk about mass media and communication. And, out on a random limb, Judith Butler talks about gender and interpellation in Gender Trouble, referring to gender itself as a sort of interpellating game.--that links only gonna work for Columbia, btw) Anyway, if you can think about the space of the internet and its entanglement with real space as a kind of city or a kind of commons, it could take you to a number of interesting thoughts about internet configuration and how we are advertised to or escorted around on the internet...and then you get to thinking about surveillance and ownership and property rights and control of media...and whoozah. You know what i think? I think its four o'clock in the afternoon on a thursday and I've been sitting in front of the computer for too long and this is what comes of it. ---------- In other news, there are some awesome art shows up in the city right now.... -Odolin Redon at the Moma -Egon Schiele at the Neue -Russia! at the Guggenheim --------- And last night, I saw the Go! Team at Webster Hall. Holyshit on the drink prices, but the show was fucking awesome. Even if you have never heard their music, which is poptastic and catchy and danceable, they are totally worth seeing for the light show, the video projections, and the fucking coreographed back up dancers. Thats right, dancers. There are actually members of the band who neither sing nor play instruments who are there just to shake booty. Every song they played was totally solid, although they don't have many more than the one's on the album. I do recommend getting it though. From england and very, very fun. Plus their website is nice and flashy.|W|P|113105267012601767|W|P|constructing the city|W|P|11/04/2005 01:21:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Becca|W|P|I doubt this is the same artist, but there is one print that's on a building on Bedford Ave in Brooklyn that I've always loved :

http://static.flickr.com/27/59728469_37b355eab5.jpg11/03/2005 11:58:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|Mo should be given credit for telling me about Oren's, as she reminded me this morning. THATS RIGHT, it was MO SIEDOR: |W|P|113103733322195408|W|P|Correction|W|P|11/03/2005 12:05:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|that's one fine lookin woman. damn.11/03/2005 09:52:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P| Dammit, I love Oren's Daily Roast. Dear Caring and Attentive Baristas, I had been a starbuck's customer for a long time. It was more of an addiction, really. Every morning I would brave the lines and the snobbery and step up to the bar to order my double-brewed caffiene-laden venti coffee (with room for cream). I would then spend the rest of the day sucking the potion down at work, ignoring the shaking of my hands and the stale, burnt coffee flavor on the back of my throat. I would also ignore the guilt, as every morning i felt the same familiar pull for starbucks coffee. I would in fact be a blithering idiot without it. Until about a month ago when I switched to Oren's. I don't know why it happened. It may have been a suggestion. It may have been just a whim. But upon taking that first sip, I had to stop in my tracks and cry "holyshit, thats some good coffee." This was all in my head, of course, because I don't talk to myself. Really...don't believe what mo tells you. That coffee was fucking great. I did actually stop in the street, though. I forget what blend it was, and it doesn't matter, because you have a different one every day. They all rock. Except for the elvis blend. I like that one a little less than the others. It's still good. None of them are burnt, and you obviously take pride in having a very diverse selection of beans. Don't even get me started on your numerous pastries, cookies, and delectable sweets. (I know I never get any of them. To be honest I don't like things that sweet and buttery in the morning...but they look very very good.) You also have a preferred buyer card program. Aside from the deliciousness of your brew, the buyer card definitely keeps me coming back. Yesterday, I was proud to hand in my card in exchange for a cappuchino, a luxury I can never afford unless it is given to me as a buyback. You took my card and said, "awesome...that's great!" and gave me my beverage with a smile. Thank you. It was great. That cappuchino was perfectly fluffy and foamy and wonderful. (Starbucks always fucks it up. It's as if they can't tell the difference between a latte and a cappuchino. There is a difference, a big fucking difference.) But this morning you really blew my mind. I walked in at my usual hour, and made my order, and you informed me that I would have to wait a couple of minutes for the regular brew. You had run out. Sad. But I didn't mind. And it didn't take all that long. But when I went to pay, you not only gave me my coffee for free, you also gave me a full beverage card for my coffee tomorrow. Holyshit, Oren's. Holyshit. I knew there was a reason I walked six blocks out of my way every morning to visit your store. Thank you Caring and Attentive coffee baristas. You made my day. Sincerely, Max. |W|P|113103380499090326|W|P|Shameless Plug: The Daily Roast|W|P|11/02/2005 09:11:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P| Man-oh-man-oh-man. Yesterday, the usual doldrum of 4:30 in the afternoon at CBS admiss. was broken (somewhat) by CNN coverage of the strikingly unusual closed session of senate. After sitting around for four years with their thumbs up their collective asses, the surprise activity by democrats was almost exciting. Cut to Rachel and I eagerly waiting for the video to buffer, thinking "hold on a sec...is something actually going to happen?" Answer: no. As usual, in spite of appearances, the democratic party will continue to do absolutely nothing. The only thing that came of this call to re-open the investigation of the "intelligence" decisions that lead to a declaration of war against Iraq was another polarized partisan argument and more half-hearted pandering on the part of republicans. According to the ny times, "Mr. Roberts denied having done anything to slow the inquiry. In fact, he said, Intelligence Committee staff members were aggressively working on what is known as the Phase 2 intelligence inquiry, so named because the panel completed its initial work on the quality of the intelligence in July 2004." This is why I call myself an "independent" I'm sorry about the rant. It's really boring. But can I just say, what in the fuck does a "phase 2 intelligence inquiry" entail mr Roberts? Have you yet "aggresively" established that the decisions made on the part of this administration to declare war were made in a complete vacuum of "intelligence"? Because I think that's obvious. What happened yesterday was sort of akin to my fight with the super. After a number of lame attempts to call for some action, it was decided that another call for action would have to be made, we guess. This morning, after several weeks of haranguing Domingo and Rafael, I decided to leave the extra goddamn refrigerator in the hallway. My stove still doesn't have any electricity. Maybe Domingo will come this saturday.|W|P|113094492929612812|W|P|"Intelligence" in Washington?|W|P|11/02/2005 01:23:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Becca|W|P|I CANNOT believe you still have the extra refrigerator!11/02/2005 05:16:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Becca|W|P|max, anyone can track!! i use StatCounter (www.statcounter.com) Easy.11/01/2005 10:24:00 AM|W|P|Max|W|P|I'm getting paid this week, and I think I need to do a little shopping. Unfortunately, I'm one of those people that doesn't really need to have a reason to spend craptons of money on clothing. I find it extremely satisfying to put together a nice outfit. And it's not just the credit card therapy that gets me...the wearing I also find theraputic. But after a couple of good wears, an outfit tends to lose its steam. For example, I've worn my special sweater vest with the crazy blue and green check pattern about four times in the past month. Although i love this sweater (I think fate brought me to amsterdam specifically to be united with it) and that love will never fail, I hesitate to pull it out again unless I find something equally charming to show up in in the interim. In short, I need a new super-suit: something geared towards the fall and winter, something well-coordinated, something unique and memorable. I've been searching lately for a nice pair of dark brown pants.... First, these at Banana: "Look closely and you'll notice the subtle micro-check pattern, taking this traditionally tailored dress pant to a step beyond basic. Crafted in a lightweight wool fabrication, it's the perfect complement to any one of our woven shirts or sweaters this season." Ooh...Subtle. Thats a nice word. These ones, pictured below are also very stylish. I've always been a fan of pinstripe. And if you will notice the magnified view to the right, the pattern is really quite elegant. I'm a little worried about the lack of beltloops. I like belts, and tend to feel somewhat naked without one. That cinchy thing on the back is sort of interesting, though...hmm. Kindof old-timey. Moving on... I also need to find a super sweater. I always like to take a little time out of my day every once in a while to admire nice sweaters. Banana's line this year is incredible. Argyle is coming back with a vengace. Which is delightful. But here are just a few I have been drooling over: From Banana... Hot damn. It also comes in a flashy light blue. Which might be a little too loud for office wear. Oh, but I still want it. And see my vest, see my vest... ouf, if that just doesn't melt a fag's heart. Don't even get me started on the cashmere crewnecks in stock this season. Over at J.Crew they have some nice tops as well. But I can't even post them because they're completely unaffordable (at $300+ they better have raised the fucking sheep themselves on a diet of foie gras and peeled grapes). Except for this... If you like stripes. Not that enticing. But nice. Although it definitely isn't gonna match that brown too well... Now, because of the curse of my size I will have to go try every single one of these Items on in the store. I am sure none of them will actually fit me. J.Crew and Banana don't carry x-small. And the Gap only has x-small sizes online. I hate looking frumpy and too little for my clothes. I'm often stuck cruising the Boy's section at the major department stores, which always makes me feel a little bit lechy (and you can never get help from salespeople as they look at you like you're some sort of sociopath)...Or shrinking wool sweaters in the dryer...Or shopping HM, because clothes made for small european men usually work pretty well. Thank God for faggy eurotrash. Brooks brother's boys can also be a very good place to find things that are small and presentable. New business Idea: Must start a nice clothing line for small female-bodied people who like to look smart but also wear men's clothing. There's plenty of stuff to find if you like to dress like a punk, but I'm grown now and I'm going to have to put aside childish ways. Sometimes the boys department doesn't work out that well. Sometimes you unwittingly end up looking like you're on your way to your first jr. high dance. I imagine there are more than a few others in my shoes. We could outsource from england, land of the short men. On that note, I think i've succeeded in reminding myself what a pain in the ass this can be. I still have to look pretty hard for a couple of solid shirts and a very tiny blazer...Now what color shoes does one wear with brown pants...?|W|P|113086178199046552|W|P|Spree.|W|P|11/01/2005 06:03:00 PM|W|P|Blogger Midwest Mo|W|P|looks amazing max. take me shopping??? please! coming home now. see you manana. luv, mo