Journal perfessor multigeek's Journal: rambling, nothing much more. 2
Hmmm.. a great set of responses. I particularly like Some Woman's and mekkab's. "Come back when you've shaved", huh? I like it.
I continue to be in a Not Suffering Fools Gladly mode these days (I just utterly assaulted neocon on his sloppy thinking a few minutes back). I guess that living in circumstances of constant ambiguity is me driving ever further then usual (scary thought) towards a demand for certainty whenever attainable.
Back in my much younger days I was actually a rather violent lad (as I believe I've mentioned before) and when I eventually sat down and tried to determine what it was that would send me from speech to violence I realized that (shutting down bullies attacking others aside) it was always dealing with somebody who utterly refused to face some problem. Nothing in the world makes me as angry as "yeah, whatever".
Of course this has driven me to push my analytical skills and datapool as far as I can possibly manage (what is the data equivalent of a gym rat?) which has, in fact, turned me something of a bully. I lose patience and slam down on somebody and, since nothing sets me off like apathy, usually on somebody who genuinely doesn't understand why I am going after them with such vehemence.
Not to generalize too much, but at least for me, thank the gods for girlfriends. I have sometimes become dependent on the presence of X girlfriend to keep me reasonable as she will be able to say "Rustin, calm down" or, in fact, sometimes, "Rustin, you're wrong." More emphatic and better imformed by no means always means correct. Yep, call me just another slashdot kneejerker.
Of course, this has resulted in my only dating the insanely over-informed and deviantly intelligent. Nobody else lasts long at all. The one time I posted an ad in one of those online dating services I said that I was looking for, if I remember correctly, a woman who shopped at Kate's and Pearl Paint (local art supply stores), was into slashdot and Hello Kitty (yep, I'm a sucker for cute. I actually start most days reading RoseIsRose), read Austen, and understood that the perfect complement to a Laura Ashley dress was her thesis. I don't ask much.
Not surprisingly, not a single respondant actually met all those conditions.
Anyway, I'm rambling.
I'm going to break precedent and leave the apartment now (NewGrounds.com has recently been my latest excuse to not leave my computer but I've run out of Flash stuff there) and maybe even see a movie in a room with multiple humans (well, New Yorkers) that I don't know.
Nighty-night.
Rustin
I continue to be in a Not Suffering Fools Gladly mode these days (I just utterly assaulted neocon on his sloppy thinking a few minutes back). I guess that living in circumstances of constant ambiguity is me driving ever further then usual (scary thought) towards a demand for certainty whenever attainable.
Back in my much younger days I was actually a rather violent lad (as I believe I've mentioned before) and when I eventually sat down and tried to determine what it was that would send me from speech to violence I realized that (shutting down bullies attacking others aside) it was always dealing with somebody who utterly refused to face some problem. Nothing in the world makes me as angry as "yeah, whatever".
Of course this has driven me to push my analytical skills and datapool as far as I can possibly manage (what is the data equivalent of a gym rat?) which has, in fact, turned me something of a bully. I lose patience and slam down on somebody and, since nothing sets me off like apathy, usually on somebody who genuinely doesn't understand why I am going after them with such vehemence.
Not to generalize too much, but at least for me, thank the gods for girlfriends. I have sometimes become dependent on the presence of X girlfriend to keep me reasonable as she will be able to say "Rustin, calm down" or, in fact, sometimes, "Rustin, you're wrong." More emphatic and better imformed by no means always means correct. Yep, call me just another slashdot kneejerker.
Of course, this has resulted in my only dating the insanely over-informed and deviantly intelligent. Nobody else lasts long at all. The one time I posted an ad in one of those online dating services I said that I was looking for, if I remember correctly, a woman who shopped at Kate's and Pearl Paint (local art supply stores), was into slashdot and Hello Kitty (yep, I'm a sucker for cute. I actually start most days reading RoseIsRose), read Austen, and understood that the perfect complement to a Laura Ashley dress was her thesis. I don't ask much.
Not surprisingly, not a single respondant actually met all those conditions.
Anyway, I'm rambling.
I'm going to break precedent and leave the apartment now (NewGrounds.com has recently been my latest excuse to not leave my computer but I've run out of Flash stuff there) and maybe even see a movie in a room with multiple humans (well, New Yorkers) that I don't know.
Nighty-night.
Rustin
PICO!!! (Score:2)
suffer this fool... (Score:2)
I guess that living in circumstances
of constant ambiguity is me driving ever further then usual (scary thought) towards a
demand for certainty whenever attainable.
I call bullshit. You do it becuase its fun giving bozaks to punks who don't know. Dig it!
As for not suffering fools,
Then you and I should have some rather "animated" exchanges...
unfortunately my logic and analysis is without rigor. But I have my just desserts- my wife will soon be done with law school and it has done wonders for her argument style. My circular attrition tactic (I talk in flimsy logical circles attacking the easy semantics of your argument until there in no more air in the room and you simply want me to shut the fuck up)
has been sliced to shreds by my better half. Lady got skillz.
SIDE NOTE: most zealous online flamewars, when taken to their ends, can be resolved and "tied up in a bow" on the grounds of semantics. If you go on the offensive and pick apart the argument of another, typically they have to re-state their position. Lather, Rinse, and repeat, and pretty soon we can be talking about the same thing. Not logically rigourous; its more like vitriol allows the room for some "legger de main."
However I've been taking some rudimentary steps to improve. First and foremost, I've been "going to argument grammar school" by reading the Wall Street Journal. Their coverage on science and technology and Tax and Mutual Funds is sub-par. It doesn't hurt that I cover the sci/tech end and the wife covers the Tax/Mutual funds end (yes, she will be a '40 act lawyer). Their categorization of buying a house and paying a mortgage as "you paying yourself rent and getting a high-yeild investment" brought tears to our eyes.
So I like you personals ad. I think you should have kept running it. However for maximum efficacy you'd also like to hit any graduate schools in the area. Just hand out flyers with your picture on it. "Hi, I'm Rustin! and I'm available! Now take this IQ test I wrote."
And the first women to remark how it isn't actually an IQ test you are giving them and why you wouldn't want to give an IQ test in the first place given the gross inaccuracy of such a sloppy testing method gets Dinner and a Movie.
You remind me of my friend Jarret (currently in brooklyn). You guys would either hit it off or argue eachother into the ground. Eitherway, a fun time had by all.
P.S.- I haven't read RoseIsRose since I left NY. They don't have it in the Washington Post.