On the bridge, Baldwin counted to ten and stayed frozen. He counted to ten again, then vaulted over. “I still see my hands coming off the railing,” he said. As he crossed the chord in flight, Baldwin recalls, “I instantly realized that everything in my life that I’d thought was unfixable was totally fixable—except for having just jumped.”
→ Golden Gate bridge and suicide, written in 2003 by Tad Friend: www.newyorker.com
The man was grabbed on the eastern promenade of the bridge after passers-by noticed him pacing and growing increasingly despondent. The reason? He had picked out a spot on the western promenade that he wanted to jump from, but separated by six lanes of traffic, he was afraid of getting hit by a car on his way there.
→ The mechanisms and prevention of suicide, by Scott Anderson, 2008: www.nytimes.com
Checking for squirrels. Wagging the unemployed. Shifting to fifth gear with the purple-veined kidney stabber. Spanking the shit out of your incapacitated midget. Attacking Mr. Happy. Soaking the whisker biscuit.
Every time that I look at my pityful doodles I wish, I wish, upon a star that could I could have the patience and hand of people like Nicholas Di Genova: mediumphobic.com
Looking for music in 5/4 tempo, I ended up with this:
And what in holy heaven:
Birthday get-together yesterday ended up with minigolf. Neat. I got two shirts, a pack of Lucky Strikes, an old Polaroid camera (need film) and a bed which is to be delivered curtesy of Hanna sometime in the future. Awesome. I did not know that you could give away beds. This raises the bar for the future.
We had strawberry wine and went for a few beers. I’m feeling better, although the solidity of my corporal production leaves something to be desired. My dear brother Tomasz calls it “peeing through the butt” but it leaves a rather unpleasant image in ones head, don’t you think?
I’m enjoying oatmeal and organising my music collection.
People have been looking forward to Spore, an evolutionary game that moves from the microscopical to the interplanetary. It has been hyped beyond belief, and just the other day a demo was released of the “creature create” portion of the game (where you can play a mad scientist putting together a creature to your liking)
Here’s a video introducing the creating part of the game:
And here is sporn:
There’s a whole list of the atrocities visited on the poor game here: rockpapershotgun.com
* I’m back in Gothenburg having worked in Stockholm an estimated 1/150 part of my life. The fruit of my labour: www.arkitekturmuseet.com.
* Birthday coming up, and maybe I should arrange something. Or maybe not. My only idea so far is to take a folding chair downtown and drink gin with strangers. This might change.
* A list of the hundred oldest companies still in existence. Currently it’s a 1300 year old spa in Japan. Read bizaims.com.
* I’m finally taking the plunge to upgrade this blog to 2.5 and will try to roll out with a new theme. If there’s any downtime, well, you wont know unless I’ve told you. And now I have. And now you know.
One of the most frequent questions on ask.metafilter is how to deal with a lack of motivation or ambition or foul mood. People are recommended to take different tests. Like the one I did below.
I can imagine a life together with almost any women I run in to, and the only limit of this super-human ability is that my imagination never allows a happy ending. Damn imagination.
