Some one asked me if I had written in my blog recently, and no. I have an extraordinarily busy life. Most nerds do. Part of being a nerd is being multifaceted. Take my nerdy roommate, for instance. One moment he is jammin' on his guitar writing a song, the next he is learning code, the next he is assembling Lego kits. Truly nerd. For me, I am working on my very first book, entitled "I Don't Read", emailing meeting minutes, and painstakingly organizing my weekly schedule. I'm an organized nerd. Anal retentive, you might say. Which is good. Real nerds get stuff done.
Merry Christmas to any of you that read this!!!
I want a new HDTV and a snowboard.
Oh, and world peace and all that kinda stuff. :)
Love,
Mattso
I want a new HDTV and a snowboard.
Oh, and world peace and all that kinda stuff. :)
Love,
Mattso
Yes, I use the Facebook. I'm addicted. It's sad and true. Not it, me. Well, it too.
So, I have developed a fun new trend for Facebook. Every time you see a photo on there of a friend of yours which also happens to contain some kind of cartoonish inanimate object, tag the object as yourself. Hilarity will ensue. Trust me!
Ok, maybe I am not the first nerd to think of that, but I will gladly endorse it.
See, teh funniez:
So, I have developed a fun new trend for Facebook. Every time you see a photo on there of a friend of yours which also happens to contain some kind of cartoonish inanimate object, tag the object as yourself. Hilarity will ensue. Trust me!
Ok, maybe I am not the first nerd to think of that, but I will gladly endorse it.
See, teh funniez:
I have inundated myself in college football this Turkey Day Weekend. I can't seem to stop watching football. NFL, too. Cowboys, Lions, Trojans, Sun Devils, LSU, Kansas, Mizzou, BYU, Utah, so on and so forth. I was considering the popularity of the game with many subsets of people. For example, us nerds. I was asking myself, assuming many nerds out there might be more inclined to play WoW then Madden, why I am more in the Madden set despite my nerddom. I think it comes from having attended USC during their current dynasty in the NCAA football world. You just can't take your eyes off the talent, the energy, and you just can't get yourself out of it once you are hooked. There is something magical about college sports, especially football, that transcends a lot of stereotypes. Nevertheless, I acknowledge that I probably wouldn't be that into college football or football in general had I not been exposed to it in such a deluvian way as has been this USC phenomenon that keeps rocking year after year. Pete Carroll is a nerd hero of mine now, because he just doesn't come across to me as your typical jock. Nothing wrong with jocks, but I guess I would say that I am a nerd who sees college football fandom as the way of bridging the gap between the two groups.
Also, FIGHT ON!
That is all.
Also, FIGHT ON!
That is all.
I'll keep this short and sweet.
There are two agents. Each is capable of producing certain quality consumables. Combined, however, they frustrate one another and can no longer produce the same level of quality product. Why? They have divergent paths and divergent means of achieving success. On their own they stand superior within their alloted mediums. Their mediums may even be complimentary, but they fail as converged properties because their content is not closely associated or complimentary - it just doesn't make sense to converge the two, because "if it ain't broke, don't fix it". I don't care what the trends may be. The objectives of the two agents are not similar enough to warrant convergence. 'Remained Divergence' is acceptable and natural in this case, and there shall never be unity of the agents. Separate revenue streams are good, in other words!
Therefore, 'Planned' or 'Forced Convergence' is acceptable when the following pre-requisites are met:
1. Each agent has similar or complimentary content regardless of their mediums.
2. Each agent is originally 'weak' in terms of return in and by itself; in other words, either agent does not produce bountiful quality consumables as a standalone or does not get the return on the investment one would expect.
3. Convergence will attract new attention to both agents in positive ways.
4. Unity is the planned end result, never to diverge again. Two agents can safely become one new agent, and eventually the singular agent will be the only agent anyone ever knew.
So, if unity and elimination in the name of creating new end product is the goal, than convergence is warranted and encouraged.
Otherwise, why would you need or try any temporary or experimental convergence simply to follow the trends? Leave the two agents alone! Ancillary revenue streams are acceptable and encouraged, though. Synergy, as it were, is good all the time.
There are two agents. Each is capable of producing certain quality consumables. Combined, however, they frustrate one another and can no longer produce the same level of quality product. Why? They have divergent paths and divergent means of achieving success. On their own they stand superior within their alloted mediums. Their mediums may even be complimentary, but they fail as converged properties because their content is not closely associated or complimentary - it just doesn't make sense to converge the two, because "if it ain't broke, don't fix it". I don't care what the trends may be. The objectives of the two agents are not similar enough to warrant convergence. 'Remained Divergence' is acceptable and natural in this case, and there shall never be unity of the agents. Separate revenue streams are good, in other words!
Therefore, 'Planned' or 'Forced Convergence' is acceptable when the following pre-requisites are met:
1. Each agent has similar or complimentary content regardless of their mediums.
2. Each agent is originally 'weak' in terms of return in and by itself; in other words, either agent does not produce bountiful quality consumables as a standalone or does not get the return on the investment one would expect.
3. Convergence will attract new attention to both agents in positive ways.
4. Unity is the planned end result, never to diverge again. Two agents can safely become one new agent, and eventually the singular agent will be the only agent anyone ever knew.
So, if unity and elimination in the name of creating new end product is the goal, than convergence is warranted and encouraged.
Otherwise, why would you need or try any temporary or experimental convergence simply to follow the trends? Leave the two agents alone! Ancillary revenue streams are acceptable and encouraged, though. Synergy, as it were, is good all the time.
It's interesting the images that come up if you do a Google Image Search for the Nerd Acumen.
We got Vin Diesel, some kind of robo-skeleton, some cool pictures of nerds in various degrees of nerdiness (i guess), a stormtrooper, and even Buck Rogers (but only because someone pasted that to my comments on my myspace profile, which links to this blog).
What cool things can you find from a GIS?
We got Vin Diesel, some kind of robo-skeleton, some cool pictures of nerds in various degrees of nerdiness (i guess), a stormtrooper, and even Buck Rogers (but only because someone pasted that to my comments on my myspace profile, which links to this blog).
What cool things can you find from a GIS?
I stand and look at my face in the mirror. I think, man, I am really good looking for my place in the world. I pop zits, I shave, I splash on some after shave, the "Afta" variety. I brush my teeth like a champ! I take a shower and scrub every nook and cranny. Then I fix my hair so it looks really cool. Then I put a hat on because I don't like my hair. Then I get dressed and the hunt begins! Before I leave I remember to put on my smile, because you need one of those, too.
My stomach is turning. I am finally applying for grad school. I made the last-second decision to forgo attempting the MBA, because I am a new media producer, and an interactive media specialist, and a writer. I make movies. I make websites. I make entertainment. An MBA is great, and very helpful in any endeavour, but I need to remain true to myself. So, film school and digital media it is. Wish me luck!
It's a new day and I am walking along the beach. It's early, too early for most folks. Far off at the pier there are bearded men that you swear should not still be alive, poles in hand, lines in the water. The ocean is still, but not too still. There is just enough froth to care. It's too hazey for the sun right now.
I've got my sandles in hand, one in each hand. I am sliding my feet as I go, so that they are perpetually buried in sand. There isn't much garbage on the beach today, so it feels neat. I'm worried about some things but the sand takes some of that worry away. Today is a good day for anything good to happen. I am thinking about Sally. She is the prettiest, and although she is dead she isn't gone from my mind so I can think about her all I want. I wish I could hug her.
There isn't much to my life. I walk around town. I talk to those I know. I look for chances to do something nice, but I don't want to interrupt people growing. So, I might push the button to cross the street, but I won't help the old lady. It's just better that way. So, when I come to the beach, I only come to look. I can't talk because if some one is sunning themself, or tossing around their frisbee, that is not any of my business. If the frisbee lands away from the catcher and it is near me or my feet, I will tell. But I won't toss it back. Then I get out of the way. But if it is someone I know, that is ok.
There is no one around the area I am around. But there is a bag and a towel. The towel clumped up by the bag, and not laid out. I touch the towel and it is damp, but that is probably from the early morning dew. Someone must have forgotten their things. I rummage through the bag, a big reusable shopping tote, and see some girly things. There is some lipgloss with the label all worn. There is some girl underwear. There is some napkins. There is a pack of cigarettes. And some big oval earrings.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" I drop the bag and look to the water. There is a girl standing there in the water. She is wearing a black bikini.
"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't know."
"What?"
I shout because she couldn't hear me: "I said I am sorry I didn't know that was yours!"
She is thigh-high in water. I can't completely see the space between her legs, so I swear she looks like a mermaid! It's cool that I met a mermaid. But why does a mermaid have cigarettes and a towel? I also cannot tell if she is hourglass shaped or what. She looks like she is but she'll need to get out of the water, if she can walk. If she is a mermaid she can't. Should I go help her?
"That's alright," she says. She gets out of the water and walks towards me. She looks amazing. She has red hair just like Sally. Her skin is pale and covered in freckles. She's an hourglass and the sand is mostly up top. She gets closer and I can see goosebumps from the cold on her. It's not that cold out, but it is too early for swimming.
I think about handing her her towel. But I know she can do it herself. I step back a little. She picks up her towel and dries off. I try not to look at what I am not supposed to look at.
"Well, uhm, nice morning, eh?" she asks me.
"I think so. And you are swimming but it is so early. No one els-"
"Yeah, I like the cold. I'm weird like that I guess. So, nice meeting you."
She wraps the towel around her waist, fishes a t-shirt from her bag, pulls it on, and then runs off. It was like she wanted me to go away before she was even ready to go away, by saying what she said before she even had her stuff gathered. But it was nice meeting her. Like meeting a mermaid. I don't know much about mermaids, but I bet they only come around when you are mostly alone. And she looked just like Sally. I'm going to call her Sally. I watch exactly where she walks to. She hops the wall by the sidewalk and off to a lone car. It's a GLH or a Pinto or a Volkswagen. I don't know cars. But it's brown and I won't forget it.
I've got my sandles in hand, one in each hand. I am sliding my feet as I go, so that they are perpetually buried in sand. There isn't much garbage on the beach today, so it feels neat. I'm worried about some things but the sand takes some of that worry away. Today is a good day for anything good to happen. I am thinking about Sally. She is the prettiest, and although she is dead she isn't gone from my mind so I can think about her all I want. I wish I could hug her.
There isn't much to my life. I walk around town. I talk to those I know. I look for chances to do something nice, but I don't want to interrupt people growing. So, I might push the button to cross the street, but I won't help the old lady. It's just better that way. So, when I come to the beach, I only come to look. I can't talk because if some one is sunning themself, or tossing around their frisbee, that is not any of my business. If the frisbee lands away from the catcher and it is near me or my feet, I will tell. But I won't toss it back. Then I get out of the way. But if it is someone I know, that is ok.
There is no one around the area I am around. But there is a bag and a towel. The towel clumped up by the bag, and not laid out. I touch the towel and it is damp, but that is probably from the early morning dew. Someone must have forgotten their things. I rummage through the bag, a big reusable shopping tote, and see some girly things. There is some lipgloss with the label all worn. There is some girl underwear. There is some napkins. There is a pack of cigarettes. And some big oval earrings.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" I drop the bag and look to the water. There is a girl standing there in the water. She is wearing a black bikini.
"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't know."
"What?"
I shout because she couldn't hear me: "I said I am sorry I didn't know that was yours!"
She is thigh-high in water. I can't completely see the space between her legs, so I swear she looks like a mermaid! It's cool that I met a mermaid. But why does a mermaid have cigarettes and a towel? I also cannot tell if she is hourglass shaped or what. She looks like she is but she'll need to get out of the water, if she can walk. If she is a mermaid she can't. Should I go help her?
"That's alright," she says. She gets out of the water and walks towards me. She looks amazing. She has red hair just like Sally. Her skin is pale and covered in freckles. She's an hourglass and the sand is mostly up top. She gets closer and I can see goosebumps from the cold on her. It's not that cold out, but it is too early for swimming.
I think about handing her her towel. But I know she can do it herself. I step back a little. She picks up her towel and dries off. I try not to look at what I am not supposed to look at.
"Well, uhm, nice morning, eh?" she asks me.
"I think so. And you are swimming but it is so early. No one els-"
"Yeah, I like the cold. I'm weird like that I guess. So, nice meeting you."
She wraps the towel around her waist, fishes a t-shirt from her bag, pulls it on, and then runs off. It was like she wanted me to go away before she was even ready to go away, by saying what she said before she even had her stuff gathered. But it was nice meeting her. Like meeting a mermaid. I don't know much about mermaids, but I bet they only come around when you are mostly alone. And she looked just like Sally. I'm going to call her Sally. I watch exactly where she walks to. She hops the wall by the sidewalk and off to a lone car. It's a GLH or a Pinto or a Volkswagen. I don't know cars. But it's brown and I won't forget it.
If it is what it is but it isn't what it isn't, then what is it if it is and isn't? And then if it is what it isn't but isn't what it is, then what isn't it if it isn't and yet still is?
This is all.
This is all.
