Saturday, January 28, 2006

NASA Is Run By Aliens

My first job on the internet was working for a NASA satellite mission thru the University of California's Space Sciences Lab in Berkeley. I worked there when I was in school and then later got my first real grown-up job there. I will always be grateful for the opportunity the people at Space Sciences gave me. Ultimately, one of the big problems I had with the job is that once the project I was on was nearing launch, sending a satellite up to gather scientific data about solar flares, the rogueish NASA people started showing up to the lab. I'm not talking about scientists or mission controllers, I'm talking about the administrative people, the creepy guys in suits and ties, dead eyes and receding hairlines, talking about security clearances and flow of information to the public. The real "Men in Black".

I was just a peon working on their websites at the time; but I got one whiff of these people and suddenly knew the truth: NASA is run by aliens. I'm not talking about the scientists or programmers; I'm not talking about people who build the rockets and make things go boom. I'm talking about the administrators, the people who run the show and call the shots. These are creepy, creepy people. No doubt I will end up on a government list somewhere for saying this, but I'm sure I'm already on it anyway.

The mission I had been working for was a first pilot program where the satellite itself was built entirely by a University. This was to be a model for future programs aimed at decentralizing NASA and delegating missions such as these (which recieve millions in government funding) to universities. It had been a decision made by congress that NASA officials and people at the Jet Propulsion Lab in Pasadena were *none* too thrilled with. So UC Berkeley's team built the satellite in a clean room in Berkeley; they worked their asses off, and when it was put together they put it on a truck and sent it to Jet Propulsion Lab for testing. Somehow during testing at JPL the satellite ended up being shaken to death on a shake table test where the amount of force delivered to the vehicle was accidentally ten times the amount of force that should have been delivered. Of course, it fell apart like a rag doll. To all of us in Berkeley, the mission appeared to have been strangled in its crib. It was a dark day in Berkeley that day.

My role in the mission was to disseminate information to the public about the mission thru a website. The missions are all publicly funded and therefore the public has a right to information about them, congress had said. So there I was one day shortly after the shake table incident when I started getting emails from project managers and people who probably didn't know what I looked like about curbing the flow of information to the public about what exactly had happened down there at JPL. Massively creeped out was I. Ultimately I did what I was told, in my own sloooooow as molasses way, figuring that if I didnt do it they would just do it themselves without me. I eventually quit the job. I think everyone thought it was because one of my other bosses on some other projects was driving me crazy, but really it was more about getting the hell away from those creepy reptilian guys in black suits with dead eyes, because no matter what projects I worked on there, ultimately I was working for those guys.

Today the New York Times is running an article on Dr. James Hansen, NASA's top climatology expert who gave a lecture in San Francisco at the annual meeting of the American Geophysical Union on December 6.

In the talk, he said that significant emission cuts could be achieved with existing technologies, particularly in the case of motor vehicles, and that without leadership by the United States, climate change would eventually leave the earth "a different planet." The administration's policy is to use voluntary measures to slow, but not reverse, the growth of emissions.


Shortly after this talk he started recieving warnings thru unofficial (read: untraceable) channels that if he didnt stop giving talks like this there would be, QUOTE "dire consequences" for him.

In 2001, Dr. Hansen was invited twice to brief Vice President Dick Cheney and other cabinet members on climate change. White House officials were interested in his findings showing that cleaning up soot, which also warms the atmosphere, was an effective and far easier first step than curbing carbon dioxide.

He fell out of favor with the White House in 2004 after giving a speech at the University of Iowa before the presidential election, in which he complained that government climate scientists were being muzzled, and said he planned to vote for Senator John Kerry.

But Dr. Hansen said that nothing in 30 years equaled the push made since early December to keep him from publicly discussing what he says are clear-cut dangers from further delay in curbing carbon dioxide.


...Among the restrictions, according to Dr. Hansen and an internal draft memorandum he provided to The Times, was that his supervisors could stand in for him in any news media interviews.

In one call, George Deutsch, a recently appointed public affairs officer at NASA headquarters, rejected a request from a producer at National Public Radio to interview Dr. Hansen, said Leslie McCarthy, a public affairs officer responsible for the Goddard Institute.


I want you to take a moment to appreciate the enormous balls it has taken for this scientist to publicly come out against this pit-bull on a stick that is our current executive branch of government. I feel like many of the scientists and programmers at NASA (or under NASA) could probably come out with many, many similar stories about the nature of the hush-hush game going on there. And I was long gone after the Bush dynasty came back into power. I can only imagine the enormity of the dark claw that is currently clamped down over the agency. Here's the New York Times article in its entirety.

Monday, January 23, 2006

BATS Will Improve Your Mental Health



So I came back from my luxurious week and a half-long Christmas break full of decadent, lazy activities and installed myself once again in my cubicle. I immediately noticed that my Crazy Quotient increased by about 300%, bringing my overall Crazy Index to an all time high (the Crazy Quotient is calculated by dividing the sum of the number of times I rant on my blog about stupid shit that wouldnt bother me unless i was at work, divided by the amount of time it takes me to not kill people that come to my cube with questions at 4pm on Friday afternoons like "can you pull this code apart that it took your predocessor 5 months to build and figure out why its not working and have that back to me in time for next week's check-ins... mmm thanks.")...

I suddenly realized that I needed something in my life that was the completely opposite of any and all activities that I normally fill my days with as to not resemble my life whatsoever. So I went looking for something 1. Creative 2. Outgoing 3. In a Group. So I hit up the SF ACT (American Conservatory Theater) website in search of an acting class, but by some crazy stroke of luck couldn't get into any so ended up in an Improv class on Thursday nights. Which is quite possibly the most therapeutic thing I have done for myself in years. You get in there and have free-reign to be as crazy, inappropriate, disgusting, stupid, and funny as you want. And then people clap! It rocks!

The other bestest part about it is that our teacher made us go see BATS Improv group perform at Fort Mason on Friday night, which was a revelation in itself. The format is great... two teams compete and both the judges and audience decide whose completely spontaneous skit was funnier/better crafted. I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. Join us this Friday (and probably every Friday for a while). Link for more info.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

G/r/e/e/d D/a/y/: That Is So *Not* Punk Rock, Bitches



Pardon my dust but I don't want to get (G)oo(g)led for posting this so I'm g/o/n/n\a w/r-i\t/e like [t[hi]s] in parts of this post. Cuz Big Brother is watching me. Oh, Barf.

So apparently there's been this huge cat fight between Warner Bros. (G/r\e/e\n D/a\y/'s record label) and an artist calling himself \D:e:a:n \G:ra:y\ for a brilliant mashup album he released only on the internet; not for profit or royalties or moneys or nothin'... just for the joy of mashing (smooshing different songs together electronically and calling it music). But Warner Bros. came after the poor guy with a sledgehammer so a bunch of nerds protested by posting the entire album on websites across the nation for 24 hours only on what they called "G\r/a\y T\u/e\s/d\a/y" last month.

So in the spirit of "Yeah, F/u/c/k Those Guys" I wanted to give the best ones to my friends here. Not just to be belligerent but because the songs rock and music should be shared. And also the only way that their music is in any way interesting to listen to. I've also included a few other mashups that I find stimulating.

Commence download here (that's a right click > save link as, kids... kelley, you have to control-click it on your mac. wiltard.) Or you can just click the links to listen without downloading so i can take the karma for you, for those of you too guilt-ridden.

n/o/v/o:c\a\i\n\e  r/h/a/p\s\o\d\y

a/m/e/r:i\c\a\n j/e/s\u\s

d/r/. w/h/o/ o:n h;o;l:i;d;a;y

b/o/u/l\e\v\a\r\d\ o:f b/r/o\k\e\n s/o/ng/s

a/s/h/a\n\t\i's l\e\t\t\e/r/b/o/m/b

Other stuff:

Cry.On.My.Console "Superlangalang" (M.I.A. vs. Super Mario Brothers)

DJ Danger Mouse "Public Service Announcement) (JayZ vs. the Beatles)

Cry.On.My.Console "Yeah Yeah You Fucking Stink" (Usher vs. Nirvana) (skip the first minute of the song but then it gets good around 1:20)

DJ Crook Air "Egyptian Dynamite" (Ms Dynamite vs. The Bangles)

Lenlow "Peter Panic and the Wolf" I love this one; I had this record when i was a kid.

Lenlow "Chocolate Cake" (Bill Cosby vs. Red Hot Chili Peppers)

FOOTNOTE: The reason i called kelley a wiltard is because one time when she was really really stoned in our backyard she said something that was hilarious, but i didnt know if she was kidding or not... so i go, "you know, sometimes i dont know if you are a comic genius or a fucking retard." to which she actually replied in classic style, "what is a wiltard?"

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Urban Myth #247 Demystified

Moscow news breaks a story too horrifying for me to even blog about. Or should I say "too horrifying for even me to blog about". Link.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

The Original Crunk-Meister



I ran across this obituary on Yelp.com. It is the obituary of one Sidney Frank, billionaire booze slinger; he is the one responsible for bringing Jagermeister to frat parties across the country. The obituary itself is off the wall, but not particularly noteworthy as there is nothing in it which pertains to me (don't assume I am kidding). Until I came to the last paragraph:

"In recent years, Mr. Frank was working on a travel magazine, a new Irish whiskey and an energy drink called Crunk."

Which is funny because I actually have a Crunk energy drink t-shirt just 5 feet away from me in my closet. The reason? I worked at a company before that had a product named "Crunkie", which kind of sounds like what you call "Crunk" when it can't get it up. Me and my disaffected coworkers had so much fun making fun of the name that in a lightning bolt of serendipity, one Monday morning two of my coworkers came to me with a black t-shirt just my size that said "Crunk" in big red letters and "energy drink" in smaller white letters underneath. The blast of serendipity was that that very same weekend I had been at a thrift store in the city and found a black shirt that I had bought and brought in for the very same coworkers that had the double-C Chanel logo on it which instead of saying "Chanel" inside the logo said "Crunk". We giggled at the magnitude of the coincidence and exchanged t-shirts.

So I wanted to link to this guy's obituary so you can all see what the original crunkmeister, purveyor of fine crunk everywhere, did with his life and had to show for it when they put him in the ground. I also wanted to link to it because I think people really buy into this idea that Lil' Jon and whatever talentless rapp-dy rap guy of the moment is the one selling them their crunk fix, when in reality its guys in bright green suits with liver spots on their temples chomping on cigars in Manhattan skyscrapers. But any way you slice it, an all-American classic rags to riches story (for better or worse). Link

Friday, January 13, 2006

Counterpoint: Why Birthdays Rock

Birthday's rock because it gives your friends a chance to show what nutjobs they are. Tony sent me the best birthday card I will probably ever recieve the rest of my life, even on my 150th birthday. The backstory before you check it out: Tony once asked me where I was born and I told him I was born in Mt. Diablo Hospital in Concord, Calif. He kind of furrowed his brow and said, "Doesn't that mean Devil Mountain in spanish." To which I replied yes. His brow furrowed a little deeper and he asked if we could just call it "Serenity Peak" from now on. So without further ado, go check it out cuz its really funny.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Why Birthdays Suck



Actually, it wasnt that bad... my coworkers dragged me out to lunch, kicking and screaming. Classic snippet from conversation (delivered in all seriousness):

"If you really like giant dinosaur fighting scenes, King Kong is the movie for you."

Thanks, guys.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Update: Chronic(what)-cles of Narnia


I dont know if anyone actually clicks on things I link to, but if you did and you saw the link to the Chronic(what)-cles of Narnia rap from Saturday Night Live a couple weeks ago and you enjoyed it, you should know that somewhere out there in the universe somebody has made a bobblehead diarama to commemorate it. Link to Ebay item.

Too much time on one's hands... true dat. Double True!

UK Museum of Ordure

I have found the English complement to The Musuem of Nonsense. Its called the UK Museum of Ordure. At first I thought Ordure was the queen's way of spelling "Order" like "colour" or "bonour", and that the name was ironic because the museum itself contains, well, nonsense. But just to be sure I looked it up and apparently ordure is actually defined as:

or·dure n.
1. Excrement; dung.
2. Something morally offensive; filth.


Excellent. My favorite entry at the UKMO is the post about the Musuem of Garbage in Winnipeg.



Here is an email exchange between the curator of UKMO and the guy who built the Museum of Garbage:


Adrian Ward, UKMO Secretary
The UK Museum of Ordure would appreciate some further information on this matter. If possible, please reply to this post with details on how we can find out more about your proposed Trash Museum.

For example, why Winnipeg? Which artist(s) would you commission? etc...


f.boning
Dear Mr.Ward
Thank you for your interest in my project. I will answer a few of querries. Winnipeg was chosen for the future site of the Winnipeg Trash Museum because I live here in Winnipeg.

I want to make Winnipeg a "go to" place. I believe the the WTM will attract people from all over the globe and will do for Winnipeg what the Guggenheim did for Bilbao.
I am still in the early planning stages, and am in the process of creating a display/exhibition to expound my dreams, goals and plans. I will be ready to "go public" in 2006. If you are interested I do have some preliminary proto-conceptual material available. I do have a lenghty list of artists whose work fits very nicely into the whole thing but right now I gotta go I'll have to go into that at later.




My other favorite is a poem that was the product of cutting up newspaper headlines, putting them in a bag and selecting them randomly out of the bag to create the poem. Click on the image to read it. Its kind of brilliant by the second or third read.

Helpful Hints

Euge sent this to me. In case you're moving.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Where's Da Beef, Brah?


A Wal-Mart in Honolulu, Hawaii sold an iPod to one of its employees who then gave it to her 14 year-old daughter for Christmas. The daughter opened the sealed iPod only to find a piece of mysetery meat where the iPod should have been. I guess you might call it a "Switch to Bait" (instead of a "Bait and Switch"... that was a knee-slapper). An investigation later revealed that a former store employee had tampered with this iPod and several others, switching them out for the meat. I just thought it was kind of a gross story and just the sort of thing you come to gougeyoureyesout to read.

In a related story, related in that it is a bizarre Christmas gift story, a mother in Dallas is complaining about the book she bought for her 16 month-old called "Potty Time with Elmo". It seems the "interactive" book asked the child reader, "Who wants to die?" instead of "Who wants to try to go potty?" The mom is outraged and called it a sick and innappropriate joke.

Personally, I don't know if Elmo asking "Who wants to die?" is any more inappropriate than the idea of your child learning to "go potty" from a furry red stuffed animal with no discernable genitals whatsoever.

FOOTNOTE: on my way home tonight I heard a dj on the radio refer to dolls with no discernable genitals as "smoothies". How serendipitous!

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Stay Out of My Head!



I just sent Sammy this email:

lauren garcia to sammyhassan23
11:20 pm (5 minutes ago)
i just got home from meditating with my cult for the week. i was already gonna call you and then when i got home i checked my messages and there you were... but the reason i was gonna call you is cuz i had a dream on saturday night/sunday morning that you were in. in the first part of the dream you were trapped under a desk but talking to me like everything was normal and i was making a bed in the next room and talking to you and politely ignored the desk on top of you cuz you were ignoring the desk on top of you. then at the end of the dream, i thought i saw you waiting for an elevator so i called out, "hey, va fongu" to say hi (fuck you in italian, right? whatever, WTF...?) but then i realized it wasnt you and instead it was some old man and he got pissed off at what i said and i tried to tell him that i thought he was someone else and besides i was just kidding around but he came up the stairs to where i was at and was going to hit me with his cane. he was a mean old dude. he had a cool hat on. then i woke up.

Footnote:When he got my email, Sammy replied that it was funny my dream put him under a desk cuz he says he always sits beneath his desk when he checks his email. I guess that explains why it seemed normal to me in the dream.

People (friends, mostly, but the occasional random accosts me as well) are constantly chastising me for having bad psychic boundaries. This guy at my meditation retreat last summer got mad at me cuz I "knew" he was trying to snake photos that didnt belong to him, so I confronted him and he got all puffed up and told me "Why don't you stay in your own head." I didnt know how to answer. I don't know why I don't.... but I guess I don't. Maybe cuz sometimes it's useful like when you're Christmas shopping and drop your wallet stuffed with present-money and some guy that works in the store picks it up and squirrels it away without saying anything and you just know it as soon as you lay eyes on him after hunting all over the stupid mall for your wallet so you walk up to him and ask all sweet and innocent if he'll help you look for it and then he thinks about it for a sec, hesitates, and then tells you he "thinks he knows where it is" then disappears in the back of the store for a minute and comes back with your wallet.

While we're on this topic (I supposed the use of "we" in this sentence is bad boundaries), I was hunting around the internet because I heard this astrologer on Oregon radio this morning talking about predicting a large earthquake in Vallejo (north bay) this year sometime. He was also saying how Uranus (the planet of sudden upheaval and dramatic life changes that happen in a flash) is in Pisces right now (the most watery sign, the fish) and that's why there's all this flooding and tsunami stuff going on in the last year. Anyway, I didnt find anything out about this earthquake prediction, but I did find this crazy site where this guy keeps his dream journals because he says his dreams keep coming true. He also predicts a major quake in California "very soon". His drawings of his dreams are pretty funny and cool and people write in with their own interpretations of the drawings, which is entertaining in itself.


Julie, you will be shot and killed on January 15th 2006 at 11:32 AM local time. The killer is not after you, just someone that looks like you. To live, all you need to do is stay away from all Wal-Mart stores on that date.

Now *that* is bad boundaries. And quick PS: to live, we all need to stay away from Wal-Mart stores on all dates. Link