A coffee shop where the employees all wear platform shoes, glitter make-up, orange spiked hair, feathers, and silver spaceman pants.
It’s name:
ZIGGY STARBUCKS!
My friend Michael Krider made the following suggestions:
Drink names:
When employees hand your money back after a sale, they say, “Here’s your ch-ch-ch-change.”
I bought a mug that has no handles on it at all. I noticed that the accompanying slip of paper said, “Most Copco travel mugs are intended for right or left hand use.” Well, yes, if there are no handles, that would make sense. It goes on, “If your mug is handled, the lid is designed to fit securely in two positions, allowing for right or left hand use.” What fantastic advertising copy, creating something out of nothing! It’s like saying, “Our handles can be used by people who are right- OR left-handed! Amazing!”
Cthulhu in ancient Rome
Tennessee farmer David Lang’s disappearance into thin air
Lovecraft’s victims’ tendency to write in diary/account as things happen to them: “It devours me!”
A forgotten skeleton
Memories are passive fragments.
— Scott Granneman
“When nature calls, I answer on the first ring.”
— Scott Granneman
Modern tragedy in film: one man’s death invites the gaze & sympathy of millions, ignoring the other deaths that occur all around us all the time.
This was written 15 January 2002, & the Hungry Buddha is gone now, but this is still an interesting description.
Just got back from lunch at the Hungry Buddha. Man, that was good. It’s a small place on Washington Street in downtown St. Louis. There are signs all along the walls: “Buddha would bus his own table”. “Buddha would tip”. “Overfilling your bowl is bad karma”. A stereo played a mix of tunes, everything from Smashing Pumpkins to other stuff — and at a reasonable volume that made conversation easy.
The food was really great. Basically, you grab a bowl and go through a vegetable buffet — probably the best vegetable buffet I’ve ever seen, with peppers, sprouts, carrots, celery, shitake mushrooms (!), and more! — filling your bowl, then go to the counter and answer a few questions:
“Rice, noodles, or broth?”
“One bowl or all you can eat?”
“Tofu?”
“Water, tea, or soda?”
“What kind of sauce?”
They take your bowl into the kitchen and cook it up to your specifications. 10 minutes later, a hot, steaming bowl of yummy goodness is delivered to your table. Cost? $6.50 for a bowl, or $7.50 for all you can eat.
I got the Sichuan sauce with rice & tofu the first time, and then I went back for Black Bean Garlic sauce with rice & tofu. Both were excellent. However, next time I go, I think I’ll just get one bowl — I ate both, but I think I accumulated some gluttony points with the hereafter.
If you’re downtown and feeling hungry, check out the Hungry Buddha — you won’t be disappointed!
I remember the first day I ever got on the Internet. I was an English teacher working at a camp for gifted high school students, and a technologist was there talking about this thing called “the Internet” and how it was going to change everything. It sounded fascinating, so when I returned home a few weeks later, I scrimped together some money and purchased 2 more megs of RAM for my Mac LC, bringing the total up to a whopping 4 MB, and a screamin’ fast 14.4 modem. Then I got online using a dialup account I purchased, and stayed on for 12 hours straight. That technologist was right, and it was blindingly obvious to me that day: the Internet was going to change everything.
The centrality of the network in modern life, thought, & technology is apparent in that both ends of the use stack – users & developers – now think of the network as a given. A developer doesn’t graft networking on to software later in the process; instead, software is built assuming the network. Users expect networking in their apps as a matter of course, even if they don’t realize they’re relying on a network.
Some gathered thoughts on memory:
Wanting to remember & forgetting, or knowing you’ll forget
My father’s memories, & a chosen few passed along to me – of those chosen (or random) few, how many do I pass along?
Emotion recollected not in tranquility, but sometimes in seething emotion, in inner turmoil or pain
Flow of memories, inspired by surroundings & other memories
"I remember deciding to remember the moment"
Linear vs. thematic storytelling
Ways to jog the memory: string on the finger – notes to self – phone calls – emails – Art of Memory – Simonides
Alzheimer’s – loss of memory
Mistaken memories – false memories – brainwashing
Mnemosyne
Collective memory
Old movies & videos for the family – photos passed down
The attachment of new memories, & new meanings, to family objects
Sensory memory: auditory, visual, textual, smell, taste
Deja vu
Proust’s Madeleine
Fune the Memorious – the importance of forgetting
How will we be remembered? How can we be remembered? What can we do to insure our memory lives on?
Two things people have said about Jans:
"With friends like Jans, who needs enemas?"
"Jans is a social laxative – he loosens everyone up."
Responsibility: "I’ll do it."
Accountability: "I’ll pay a price if I don’t do it right."
In Hollywood there’s a meme known as “high concept”, the idea being that you can explain all there is to know about a movie in just a few words, ideally relating to another movie. So, for instance, you might describe a movie you’re looking to get a greenlight for as “Die Hard on a chicken farm” or “Fatal Attraction in a high school”.
So here’s my high concept: “Vampire hackers”.
That’s all you gotta know. You can write the movie in your head just from that.
Is that not awesome or what?!
I was walking around on Wash U’s campus a while back – I don’t remember where, exactly – when I looked down and noticed that I was walking over bricks that had been “donated” by folks who had given money to WU. This is standard practice a lot of places: donate $$$, get a brick with a message on it written by you.
As I walked, I was struck by the idea that many of the bricks were dedicated to people who had died. Further, one day all of the people listed on those bricks would be dead. Although it was a macabre thought, I realized that this was a walkway of the dead.