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Sunday, July 27, 2003
RetroYesterday while riding in my brothers car, I noticed that he was listening to music from a "tape" (aka cassette). You could not imagine the horror and shock I felt. I thought I had done a good job of raising him. I thought I had been a good older brother. But after seeing this I was questioning the rearing he had. Was he breast fed too long? Were we too forceful in potty training him? What, o what could cause him to stray as such?
But this was not my only source of concern.
This morning I found myself listening to this device:
 
An extremely archaic storage device used primarily for storage of audio information. Quite often referred to as a "record player" or "LP player". What was I doing with this in my posession? And why only a day after having been near my brother was I drawn to this archaic device? Was what he had contagious? Was it a string of the West Nile Virus? Perhaps a "80's Nile Virus".
What ever the cause, it was clear that this virus was highly contagious and had a short gestation period. Very quickly I found my self singing along to songs by Pat Benator, Fine Young Cannibals, and even Elton John.
I have called 911. As I wait for help to arrive, I type, what maybe, my last blog entry...
# posted by Nav : 12:16 PM
Saturday, July 26, 2003
Ya know I hate it when that happensEver lost something?
Run around the house tearing up the joint looking for it?
Frustrated, cleaned up the mess you just made looking for it?
Cursed every square inch of dust for hiding it from you?
And finally give in and search again?
Only to find it in a spot you searched 50 times already?# posted by Nav : 9:53 PM
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Dumb ReviewI just read a review on the SliMP3 player. A streaming MP3 player that I happen to own and believe is an excellent, excellent product. The reviewer compared it to another streaming MP3 player and bashed the SliMP3 because it didn't have TV output and the other did. That's just stupid. I'm not going to turn on my 55" TV to listen to music! That's one of the reasons why I bought the SliMP3.
At least make sure all the products are alike if you are going to compare them. I can't wait for this clown to get a job at Car and Driver magazine.
"You know, I liked the new Toyota Hybrid, but it just didn't have the 287HP that the new 350Z did."
Some authors get paid per word for articles, this yahoo should get charged per word for poor research. What a stupid article... and what a maroon.
# posted by Nav : 10:18 PM
Sunday, July 20, 2003
Music Calms The Savage BeastI've heard that music can play a direct role in affecting your mood. But I never realized how much until very recently when I conducted a scientific experiment. I decided to drive through heavy traffic listening to different types of music to see what affect it had on me. The results were astounding.
The first day of the experiment I chose to listen to some good old fashioned rock and roll. At first I found myself singing along loudly as if there wasn't a care in the world. But then when another driver cut me off, I turned into Mr. Hyde. The profanity was flying and I was foaming at the mouth. I was wishing death to the other driver and his family. What a transformation. At that immediate point I did not correlate my reaction to the type of music I was listening to. And as I continued my trek through traffic I noticed that any little annoying thing that someone did set me off into a flurry of insults and curses. In addition I found myself driving considerably faster than the speed limit. This was amazing. If I ever chose to enter the Ultimate Fighting Championships, I knew how to get myself riled up for a fight.
The second day of the experiment I chose to listen to some Hip-Hop and R&B. To my surprise I noticed that my mood was very similar to when I was listening to rock and roll. I was easily aggitated and looked for any reason to call someone a moron. And then I thought "...well maybe it's not the music. Maybe I'm just an angry individual who likes yelling at people in traffic.". But that idea was shot down very quickly after my third experiment.
On the 3rd day, I chose to listen to some classical music. I selected Tchaikovsky and Johann Strauss, two of my favorites. My ride through the traffic was very pleasant. I courteously let people cut in, I slowed down to let people merge in and I even waved to people when they let me in. I checked my speed constantly and found that I wasn't speeding, in fact much of the time I was driving under the speed limit. My entire day went along very smoothly with almost nothing agitating me.
I was shocked by the differences. I could not believe that a simple music selection could affect my entire day as such. I decided to repeat my 3rd day experiment on the 4th day. And lo-and-behold, another serene drive through traffic and a happy-go-lucky day.
I now knew how to control my mood based on music selection. I started to imagine the power I had over myself. Now if I wanted to get ready for an agrument with my significant other, I'd simply listen to some rock and roll and I'd have the upper hand. Conversely I'd turn on some classical music if I wanted to relax and unwind.
Music really can tame the savage beast, or bring it out.# posted by Nav : 11:10 AM
Monday, July 14, 2003
New WordToday in my daily routine readings, I came across a new word that caught my attention. The word is "Sempai". When I first read it, it rolled very nicely off my tongue. I tried pronouncing it a few different ways, but it really only sounded right when I threw in a Japanese accent (not that I really know what a Japanese accent sounds like). I decided to look up the word. After searching around, I discovered that it in fact was a Japanese term used in Martial Arts. It loosely means "Student of Higher Learning". It refers to the student who has gone before and gleaned invaluable experience and understanding. He or she then has the responsibility to continue in their learning and to pass on a legacy to the next student. Now I gotta figure out how to use sempai in my everyday chats.# posted by Nav : 9:43 PM
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Confession timeCivilization has done a fine job on me. I use the proper cutlery when I eat. I cover my mouth when I cough. I shower and shampoo at least once a day. My dirty dishes go in the sink or the dishwasher almost immediately after I leave the table. I hold doors for complete strangers when I'm entering or exiting a store. But ...
One thing I've caught myself doing is farting (flatulence for you lay people). Loud, volumous farts. Drawn-out, from-the-belly, rumble-in-your-ears kind of farts. I find myself doing it in supposedly private places, like when I'm alone in elevators, in the car, and lately in my backyard. My backyard is the best place to fart. We live on a ridge, with a large ravine behind us. So low deep sounds carry and echo well. I was surprised yesterday, standing in my backyard when I let one rip and turned around to walk up my walkway and found that I wasn't as alone as I thought I was.
My neighbor, an older gentlemen was sitting in his hot tub in his back yard. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say. He didn't seem to make any remark about the noise, but he obviously heard me as he looked right at me but kept a perfectly straight face. It would have been easier to establish a dialog with him if he had said, "Nice one," or "Holy shit!" but he chose to remain silent. Excusing myself for my indiscretion seemed silly, as it had been a few seconds since the horn had sounded - it would look pretty obvious that I would be feigning politeness for his benefit. Apologizing might look kind of gallant or femmy. I tried to casually glance over and gauge his reaction, but he was getting out of the hot tub and I didn't want to appear to be checking him out, so I just pretended it wasn't a big deal and carried on.
What an awkward situation to be in. I've got to be more careful about where I practice my Neanderthal indulgences.# posted by Nav : 7:08 PM
Friday, July 04, 2003
Gettin' UglyHere are two pictures of Bill. The first is his famous mug shot from 1977. Typical looking geek. The other is from a press conference earlier this week. I guess one of the drawbacks to being the richest man in the world is that no-good punks, such as myself, feel totally free to take cheap shots at you. But, skip diggity, he UGLY!
 
# posted by Nav : 9:18 PM
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