Archive for June, 2005
Black Market in Stolen Credit Card Data Thrives on Internet
I was wondering exactly how those 40m credit cards actually get used, since the billing addresses wouldn’t match. #
Even with all the furniture removed, the room looks much smaller after primer and paint, as if each coat was several inches thick. The plastic sheets on the floor are spattered with white, but it doesn’t look messy. If this room were any more sterile, there would be a hospital watercolor hanging on the wall. #
‘Wikitorial’ Pulled After Vandalism
goatse euphemism: “One image that was repeatedly posted is infamous on the Internet for its depiction of a man’s private parts.” #
Never Steal a Turkey in Lubbock, and Other Tales of Texas Justice
Racism, ‘Tuff on Crime’ judges and gutless politicians warp the system #
change
More and more, when I leave to go somewhere, I take my keys and walk out the door without knowing exactly where I’m going. I mean that literally. It is only a metaphor as much as a first kiss is indicative of a long relationship—in a tenuous, yet wonderful way. It feels nice. I go to the record store with nothing particular in mind; I go looking for a new place to live without enough appointments or directions. I sit down to write without knowing what I want to say. It is a change.
And it works out okay sometimes. I’m genuinely excited about moving to the new apartment in Venice. For whatever reason, it is connected with and somehow illustrates an honesty which I have admitted to, well, only three people that I can remember. Chiefly it is that I want to spend my life making art. I feel like it is the only possible thing to do.
Art in this sense encompasses music, and further words, and also code. Aside: if you do not believe that there is an art to writing code—which seems like nothing more than arranging symbols on a screen such that the screen displays certain other symbols in a certain fashion—then you are approaching the art of programming in the same way that an unlettered peasant approaches a collection of Shakespeare. It is frustrating that this art, at which I think I excel the most, has such a high barrier to appreciation. So partly for that reason, I would like to explore other avenues of art, viz. music and writing, which I love equally but are so much more accessible to you. In this way, I can express myself more readily.
There are other reasons, but it is past my bedtime. #
