Archive for April, 2012

A Lame Prank to Play on Certain Friends (Or How to Block Sites on Windows without Parental Controls)

Tuesday, April 24th, 2012

Applies to Windows only.
Go to C:\Windows\System32\drivers\drivers\etc\hosts

Open hosts with Notepad. Make sure you create a backup as you should do when messing with any Windows system files.
Add URL’s you do not want to visit at the bottom of the document, a space between each URL.
After you save and close the hosts file, these sites are now blocked from your perusal. Victory.

I use this as a means of time management when all else fails.
But one could also apply this to playing dumb pranks on fellow bros, get back at roommates (prevent Steve from going on YouPorn.com — that’ll show him!), and maintain dictatorial digital control over your family (your wife will never figure out a way around).

Of course, it’s also easy to block sites if you have control over the home/apartment router. And perhaps, that method may be more fitting on some occasions because it works at a network level. The hosts method I outlined only works on individual PC’s, obviously.

But, it’s always good to have another way of skinning the proverbial cat, right?

Fiction that Claims to “Study” Something

Monday, April 23rd, 2012

I see a lot of people claim in their treatments and synopses and their fictional film or book “studies” or “examines” a trend/issue/topic/etc. in society.

I simply don’t know how people can study something in a fictional universe. Yeah, that artificial construct may contain truths drawn from the creative team’s reality and experiences from this actual universe, but it’s still a tailored, modified version. No matter how “well-researched” the work is, the ultimate result of the characters is always predetermined. There is no observation, a rigorous testing of the hypothesis. Instead, a piece of fiction is a controlled treatise that advances a certain notion. The thesis is supported rather than tested.

At best, you get a well-articulated, sensible opinion from a piece of fiction. A real study necessitates testing in this actual universe and application of the scientific method. So as much as I love The Wire, it can’t be construed as a genuine sociological study of Baltimore.

Don’t get me started on the term “character studies.”

Time is the most precious thing in the world.

Saturday, April 21st, 2012

I stand by that absolute.

So it’s good to know that as my college days come to a close, I’ve been able to hit upon and isolate my gut instincts, motivations, and desires, rather than confusing what I want with what other people want for me. Obviously, I can’t tell everything. I am no exhibitionist.

But at this point, I do know that I want to do cool, varied shit. I want to be enveloped in the fresh, working at the forefront of technological implementation and development. Hence, my attraction to digital ad agencies. I want to be working in a place where I can use my absurd, sarcastic, quirky, brash wit on a daily basis. That takes advantage of my diverse, patchwork background. I want something slightly chaotic, random. Not too chaotic, because that is too stressful. But something that never settles into harshly defined patterns — because patterns equate to burnout. Which is why the idea of different accounts with different tailored needs appeals to me. A new account, a new twist.

I strive for professional success. Some wealth so that I can have access to the human culture I want to consume. Longevity. Respect.

But success not just for ego celebration, first world, and rich’s sake. The career ambitions are also fueled by a based, human need for…

Intimacy.

Because people flock to Achievement and the Confidence imbued by it. Friends, family, loves want to meet, get to know, settle down with, be protected by, trust a prince they can crown. It makes them more secure. And it boosts their own success and credibility.

You hate them for it, for this conditional love, but you NEED this intimacy. Desperately. People you can vent to and fart at. Afford to spew stream of consciousness thoughts to without maintaining an ever-tiring cognitive filter. Snuggle, nuzzle, cuddle. Smell.

Hug.

Complexities. Always layered over a simple, round, molten core.

No, This is Not Emblematic of My Life!

Saturday, April 21st, 2012

Or maybe just a little. Traces here and there from the past. My experiences. Or perhaps, more aptly phrased, my inexperiences.
It’s a liberating feeling to create a piece of work based on impulses and spontaneity, even if the final result is again, a little bit strange and offensive.

Sexually Frustrated Angler Fish from Wally Xie on Vimeo.

Weird Impulse

Thursday, April 12th, 2012

I want to sit next to somebody. And not really talk to them. That would take too much effort and cognitive load right now.

Just sit next to him and her in a cozy silence. Making occasional eye contact with a light smirk of tired acknowledgment.

Not a “connection.” Not a “date.” Just a mutual, unknowable bond.

ttp://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2012/05/is-facebook-making-us-lonely/8930/