January the 20th
Jan. 20th, 2009 | 05:28 am
Unlike certain other credentialed Cowperthwaits, I'm stuck in the Bay Area today. Then again, no risk of frostbite for me.
LiveJournal is spared my mundania for the day; instead, it's going here. What an awesome site.
LiveJournal is spared my mundania for the day; instead, it's going here. What an awesome site.
We're coordinating a massive journalistic project to document BARACK OBAMA's inauguration. Observers across the country on JANUARY THE 20TH will track minutiae and seeming trivialities, creating a curious and comprehensive record of the day. We're replicating Mass Observation, a movement of 1930s' British intellectuals who believed the most revealing way to document an event was to report the peripheral activities surrounding it. THE MASS OBSERVERS carried out their greatest project on May 12th, 1937, when they dispatched more than 200 observers throughout London to document the coronation of KING GEORGE VI. To participate in this once-in-a-lifetime endeavor follow us on Twitter and post your observations on Inauguration Day.—JanuaryThe20th.com
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tic-tac-toe
Jan. 13th, 2009 | 11:42 am
After a cursory glance at the city's expanding skyline, the couple embraced passionately before moving their 120-metre-high public display of affection to the carriage's wooden bench.
—Young lovers caught out on Melbourne's wheel, Brisbane Times
Unaware that Sunday Age photographer Ken Irwin — and no doubt other patrons on the slowly revolving giant wheel — had spied them, the pair gave the bench, and each other, a full workout.
A CCTV camera — each capsule is fitted with one — would also have captured their sexy romp.
The Southern Star's chairman Fred Maybury laughed when told of the incident. "I suppose it had to happen," he said.A six-year-old boy and a five-year-old-girl were detained in Germany, on a train to the airport; they explained to police that they planned to fly to Africa to be married. The couple, disguised in sunglasses, had brought along several suitcases, a pink blow-up doll, swim fins, and the boy's seven-year-old sister, who planned to act as witness. “What struck us was that the little ones were completely on their own,” said a police spokesman, “and that they had lots of swimming gear with them.”
—Harper's
!!!!!
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Australian police tasered a ram. France banned TV shows for babies.
Jan. 1st, 2009 | 09:46 am

A 7.9-magnitude earthquake centered in China’s Sichuan Province left tens of thousands of people dead and millions homeless. The Summer Olympics were held in Beijing, heralded on television by fake, computer-generated fireworks. Structures built for the 2004 Athens Olympics were falling into ruin. A man in Swansea, Wales, died from eating too much fairycake, and an elderly German woman filed a lawsuit against a hospital in Bavaria after she went in for a leg operation and was instead given a new anus. Paddington Bear turned 50; both the cubicle and the assassination of Martin Luther King turned 40; Viagra turned 10. One in 100 American adults was behind bars....—Yearly Review, Harper's Magazine
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Gentrification Station hail and farewell, day 1
Nov. 23rd, 2008 | 09:54 am
- John H. likes matching flatware. My flatware matches, but it doesn't match his, which matches. Back to the box.
- " " " dishes. " dish set " " " " " " " " " " " .
- Metal spatulas are a crime against mankind, nonstick cookware; must be banished forever.
- The Aeropress can stay, but can we put it in the bottom drawer? No, the one lower than that. Labeled "miscellaneous".
- I am venturing to Home Depot today, to build a little shelving unit for my bathroom stereo & WiFi unit. Also, a vertical towel-holding thing, as vaguely remembered from a hotel. Space is at a premium here, so life consists of a series of challenges to efficiently organize and densely store without turning the place into a Chinatown camera shop.
- Jesse's mail continues to arrive:

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Ballou and Cowperthwait, on the other hand, will fit right in....
Sep. 17th, 2008 | 04:08 pm

don't do this
If he's coming, I have regulatory veto over his wardrobe. Socks with loafers and shorts says "kidnap me."—Kirsten, on foreign travel with Jesse Friedman
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Jesse is to blame
Aug. 6th, 2008 | 05:53 am
CHILD IN THIRD-WORLD COUNTRY ON HIS NEW XO LAPTOP 1
With the Internet, we can see America. I wonder what it will be like!
CHILD IN THIRD-WORLD COUNTRY ON HIS NEW XO LAPTOP 2
Let's try Chicago!
(pantomiming a Tommy-gun)
Bang bang bang! Gangsters' shootout! Bang bang! I'm Untouchable!
CITWCOHNXL1
No. Chicago will be soaring Mies van der Rohe, interspersed with low-slung Prairie-style Frank Lloyd Wright. Also, hot-dog carts.
CITWCOHNXL2
Frank who?
(clicking)
Ha ha! No! I'm right!

CITWCOHNXL1
Let us try Mountain View, California, then. Headquarters of the world-famous Google. These are some of the world's smartest and richest. Perhaps we can see them writing elegant code, or building a spaceship to cure hunger.
CITWCOHNXL2
I expect they will be waaasted.
CITWCOHNXL1
(clicking)
(crestfallen)
You win again.


CITWCOHNXL2
Cheer up, my friend. Let's become terrorists!
CITWCOHNXL1
(last wistful look at his laptop)
Yes, let's.
With the Internet, we can see America. I wonder what it will be like!
CHILD IN THIRD-WORLD COUNTRY ON HIS NEW XO LAPTOP 2
Let's try Chicago!
(pantomiming a Tommy-gun)
Bang bang bang! Gangsters' shootout! Bang bang! I'm Untouchable!
CITWCOHNXL1
No. Chicago will be soaring Mies van der Rohe, interspersed with low-slung Prairie-style Frank Lloyd Wright. Also, hot-dog carts.
CITWCOHNXL2
Frank who?
(clicking)
Ha ha! No! I'm right!

CITWCOHNXL1
Let us try Mountain View, California, then. Headquarters of the world-famous Google. These are some of the world's smartest and richest. Perhaps we can see them writing elegant code, or building a spaceship to cure hunger.
CITWCOHNXL2
I expect they will be waaasted.
CITWCOHNXL1
(clicking)
(crestfallen)
You win again.


CITWCOHNXL2
Cheer up, my friend. Let's become terrorists!
CITWCOHNXL1
(last wistful look at his laptop)
Yes, let's.
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Cowperthwait dances! Jesse dresses like (even more of) a pimp!
May. 11th, 2008 | 01:15 pm
For Item 81 [PDF] of the University of Chicago's ScavHunt 2008, the Bay Area annex of the GASH:FOGIES alumni team had about 10 hours to storyboard, shoot, and edit the following. It is what it is.
One Got Scavved, a video response to One Got Fat.
One Got Scavved, a video response to One Got Fat.
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fonts: a dialogue
May. 9th, 2008 | 04:31 pm
From: Jesse Friedman <jesse@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Date: May 9, 2008, 4:18 PM
To: "Jonathan E. Cowperthwait" <jec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Subject: Re: current résumé, a thought
From: Jonathan E Cowperthwait <jec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Date: May 9, 2008, 4:22 PM
To: Jesse Friedman <jesse@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Subject: Re: current résumé, a thought
From: Jesse Friedman <jesse@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Date: May 9, 2008, 4:27 PM
To: "Jonathan E. Cowperthwait" <jec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Subject: Re: current résumé, a thought
From: Jonathan E Cowperthwait <jec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Date: May 9, 2008, 4:30 PM
To: Jesse Friedman <jesse@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Subject: Re: current résumé, a thought
Date: May 9, 2008, 4:18 PM
To: "Jonathan E. Cowperthwait" <jec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Subject: Re: current résumé, a thought
| As a Mac Is Not A Typewriter graduate, I shudder to say it, but I'd actually recommend sans-serif. Tastefully done, it really does make you look like more of a pro. - Show quoted text - |
From: Jonathan E Cowperthwait <jec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Date: May 9, 2008, 4:22 PM
To: Jesse Friedman <jesse@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Subject: Re: current résumé, a thought
| I have this fear of Helvetica: every time I use it, I feel the impulse to use it minimally, or with some fancy-ass custom kerning, just to make clear to people, I used this font because I am aware of its haute-design legacy, not because it's the default font when composing in ClarisWorks. So: if I set my whole rés in Helvetica, I'd agonize. Will people realize I'm smart, or just think I'm lazy? /jec. - Show quoted text - |
From: Jesse Friedman <jesse@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Date: May 9, 2008, 4:27 PM
To: "Jonathan E. Cowperthwait" <jec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Subject: Re: current résumé, a thought
| There's more to sans serif than Helvetica... - Show quoted text - |
From: Jonathan E Cowperthwait <jec@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Date: May 9, 2008, 4:30 PM
To: Jesse Friedman <jesse@xxxxxxxxxxxxx.com>
Subject: Re: current résumé, a thought
| Unpossible! /jec. - Show quoted text - |
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mopping: doing it wrong
Apr. 2nd, 2008 | 12:32 am
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5401 South Woodlawn: An Obit.
Feb. 27th, 2008 | 09:41 pm
My first Hyde Park rental was a "four bedroom" unit carved out of a fantastically decrepit Columbian Exposition house, which had passed down through something like a decade of successive generations of Fire Escapers without any inspections or repairs. I managed to overlook the five-degree cant of the kitchen floor and the bathroom's sinking into the unit below us, because I felt so cool having a chandelier and built-in mahogany buffet in my dining-room-qua-master-bedroom, and smoking on the orange loveseat on the rear fire escape. La Vie de Bohème!
Real estate hijinks ensued, the building got sold to a microcephalic absentee unclear on the concepts of "lease" and "collecting rent", and I shortly ended up with the place all to myself. This was fun for a while: I used part of it as a set for a rambling digital video epic about incest and angels, and rode a mini BMX up and down the long halls. There then followed a sitcom-montage-worthy parade of mostly foreign subletters, including one — Kristen or Kirstie or something — who never left, until Jesse convinced me to move into more sanitary quarters across the street. On moving day, we couldn't track down anyone to whom to return the keys, so we threw a kick-ass Welcome Freshmen party, then abandoned the place with an unlocked door.
Looking back, I have little good to say about that time of my life. When I could be bothered to get out of bed at all — I spent a staggering percentage of that spring and summer under the covers — I stoked bitter bureaucratic infighting among fellow ersatz filmmakers, half-assed an IT job at a lethargic nonprofit, and not once did a single load of dishes or laundry. I was a world-class fuckup.
I suppose it would be hubris to describe my fuckup days as completely in the past, but when I'm feeling self-loathing, I look back upon that spring and summer in that apartment. At least I'm not still there. At least my fuckupness has taken on more diverse, less antisocial forms. Rumor has it I may even have tricked the University of Chicago into conferring a degree upon me; I'm increasingly optimistic that I may be free of my Hyde Park curse for once and all.
Still, I've several times had a nightmare that it's 2003 again: I'm still an unhygienic, underemployed college dropout, I still live in that dreadful apartment, and anything in the way of recovery and progress I've experienced since then is actually hard work yet to come. When I awaken after one of these, I punch the pillow and vow: to eliminate for once and all the risk of ever accidentally ending up back there, I'll someday buy that goddamn building and gut it or tear it down.
During my walk to campus today, a discovery. MAC — you know MAC: basically K&G with nicer letterhead and aspirations of River North... — just may have beaten me to the punch:

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam bug net, right? Right.
It's all over. It's time to leave Hyde Park now, isn't it? It is. My work here is done.
Real estate hijinks ensued, the building got sold to a microcephalic absentee unclear on the concepts of "lease" and "collecting rent", and I shortly ended up with the place all to myself. This was fun for a while: I used part of it as a set for a rambling digital video epic about incest and angels, and rode a mini BMX up and down the long halls. There then followed a sitcom-montage-worthy parade of mostly foreign subletters, including one — Kristen or Kirstie or something — who never left, until Jesse convinced me to move into more sanitary quarters across the street. On moving day, we couldn't track down anyone to whom to return the keys, so we threw a kick-ass Welcome Freshmen party, then abandoned the place with an unlocked door.
Looking back, I have little good to say about that time of my life. When I could be bothered to get out of bed at all — I spent a staggering percentage of that spring and summer under the covers — I stoked bitter bureaucratic infighting among fellow ersatz filmmakers, half-assed an IT job at a lethargic nonprofit, and not once did a single load of dishes or laundry. I was a world-class fuckup.
I suppose it would be hubris to describe my fuckup days as completely in the past, but when I'm feeling self-loathing, I look back upon that spring and summer in that apartment. At least I'm not still there. At least my fuckupness has taken on more diverse, less antisocial forms. Rumor has it I may even have tricked the University of Chicago into conferring a degree upon me; I'm increasingly optimistic that I may be free of my Hyde Park curse for once and all.
Still, I've several times had a nightmare that it's 2003 again: I'm still an unhygienic, underemployed college dropout, I still live in that dreadful apartment, and anything in the way of recovery and progress I've experienced since then is actually hard work yet to come. When I awaken after one of these, I punch the pillow and vow: to eliminate for once and all the risk of ever accidentally ending up back there, I'll someday buy that goddamn building and gut it or tear it down.
During my walk to campus today, a discovery. MAC — you know MAC: basically K&G with nicer letterhead and aspirations of River North... — just may have beaten me to the punch:

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental
drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard
Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam bug net, right? Right.
It's all over. It's time to leave Hyde Park now, isn't it? It is. My work here is done.
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Manischewitz and bacon
Feb. 20th, 2008 | 04:10 am

2006: diyanu, y'all
My feeling about Jesse Friedman's seder... I think Jesse is the most goyish-seeming Jewish-seeming Jew ever. I mean he is like a goy about whom I'd say, "wow, he seems so Jewish," but not really believe it if you told me his mom's maiden name was Finkelbaum.—oh, look what's making a comeback
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why I abuse tags / why LiveJournal should give away more
Dec. 2nd, 2007 | 06:45 pm

no.
JCF reasonably asks,
do you actually do something useful with those tags? As far as I understand, a tag is meant for adding some semblance of organization, but I strongly doubt that more than 10 or 20% of your tags are actually used more than once or twice. I know that you're in large part using the tags to be funny (kind of like how half the humor in XKCD is in the hovertext), but maybe you could just find a way of putting that humor in the content of the post to avoid having to find a whole new platform?
Why I abuse tags:
( Putting this much thought into how to SEO'ify a LiveJournal is pretty much a defining example of why our generation ought to be forcibly sterilized before the cultural damage of mistaking toilet water for Narcissus' lake becomes any more widespread. Just to be clear... )
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ZOMGWTFBBQ, Bonjour / Jesse gets IM
Nov. 13th, 2007 | 08:49 pm
Meet Dan Wade. I just did. Dan Wade is a seemingly nice fella — UC undergrad; Seinfeld fan, according to Facebook; Minnesotan, but forgivably — with whom I have next to nothing in common, except that Adium has decided we ought to be buddies.
Apparently.
See, Dan showed up in my Bonjour buddy list this evening, and — several restarts later… — he won't go away. And there's no way to remove someone from a Bonjour buddy list, so there he remains. We're buddies now.
( Read more... )
Apparently.
See, Dan showed up in my Bonjour buddy list this evening, and — several restarts later… — he won't go away. And there's no way to remove someone from a Bonjour buddy list, so there he remains. We're buddies now.
( Read more... )
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Nov. 5th, 2007 | 03:36 pm
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who's cooler than you?: me
Oct. 30th, 2007 | 09:10 pm
GMail / Google Tools Apps* have begun rolling out their wicked-fast new UI and smarter contact manager. I likey.

no mustard here…
* right, right...

no mustard here…
* right, right...


