Once more, with feeling.
Okay, put your hands in the air and step away from the bag of Helvetica….
神様のいうとおり
[As God Says
] (2010).
A translation of the Etsuko Yakushimaru single used as the ending theme to The Tatami Galaxy.
A turn goes by.
A New Year’s reflection, partially distorted in a funhouse mirror for your convenience.
Reflections at 30,000 feet.
During the intermission in my travels abroad, enjoy refreshments in the reception area.
Armchair philosophical observations on the nature of life, volume two.
In a show of desperation, I resort to bringing out a sequel that only requires me to take one screenshot and write a few words about it.
Speak now or forever hold your peace.
In which taking linguistics classes makes me overly conscious of how people sound.
白皮书 [White Paper] (2005).
Translated lyrics to P.K.14’s third album, with original text in Simplified Chinese.
In the event of an emergency.
Oh, that was easy,
says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.
Attached.
What’s the difference between spam and university-wide announcement e-mail? One generally gets deleted unread; the other is spam.
Where’s the beef?
How to pack the better part of a continent into your stomach on just dollars a day.
Truth in advertising.
Living with precipitation on an island where rainy days are less suited to poetry than to heavy metal.
On the blink.
The Internet and sleep tend to be at cross purposes.
I wanted to go to Japan in the first place, anyway.
There’s a fine line between adventurous
and suicidal
.
One step forward, two steps back.
Where I spend my first full day among the merlions.
There’s a Narita in Illinois, too.
The next flight to Singapore has been delayed for approximately 30 micro-Mehrans. We apologize for the inconvenience.
Prologue.
Going abroad always starts with confusion at the international check-in counter.
Odessa
(2010).
After four months of a long, slow slide down to original content oblivion, I drive a stake into the ground by reviewing Caribou’s latest single and hold on for dear life.
Seven years, seven wonders.
A fond look back at the first eighty-four months of Flight 515 on the air.
Party Is Over, Pornostar (2007).
I help China in its plans to take over the world by writing about the debut album of Beijing-based group Snapline.
An open letter.
My response to Ebony S. Montgomery’s letter to the editor Negative stereotype of Asians in Daily Tar Heel
, which was published in Thursday’s edition of The Daily Tar Heel.
Well, leave us an emotional pace.
Really? What are you doing walking? It’s Saturday night!
Short tips on using HTML5.
A few notes on oddities and pitfalls in current browsers, and how to work around them.
Part the Second (2009).
I continue this summer’s theme of jumping in midway through things with a review of maudlin of the Well’s latest effort.
Minami-ke Okawari (2008).
Because, as everyone knows, the best way to explain a 2000s Japanese anime series is to compare it to a 1950s American B movie.
Excuses, excuses.
In my defense, I’ve been spending time writing a journal post in my defense.
This Binary Universe (2006).
Yes, it’s review three, but it’s all about base two. Make sense? Hey, it’s not like there’s an album called This Ternary Universe.
Failure to launch.
Why redesigning for redesigning’s sake rarely goes well: a usability critique of the student-created NCSSM At a Glance replacement, NCSSM Connected.
My apologies to 208.43.122.87.
I hope that I can make up for some of the suffering, anguish, and 404 responses someday.
Falling Down
(2009).
And so, by posting two posts on the same subject at around the same time of the month for two successive months, I thusly pretend to establish a monthly music review column. Then I overuse the word month
, to the chagrin of all involved.
Armchair philosophical observations on the nature of life, volume one.
This week, a beckoning wave from my Adium contact list. Or maybe just a lot of messages going hey
.
What happens on the hallways stays on the hallways.
You see, it’s not a college weekend until a papier-mâché head gets torn off.
XTRMNTR (2000).
I take a break from trying to silence the ringing in my ears to review the album that caused it in the first place.
To reboot, kick computer.
Flight 515 version 13 is finally launched, so now I have an excuse to go and procrastinate some more… as if I needed another.
The 2008 Vice-Presidential Debate, as per Emacs’ dissociated-press.
It won’t be as drilled. In this planet.
That don’t time for them to senator?
A short breakdown of Chinese social gatherings that totally generalizes in some places, but that’s okay, right?
In which I describe what to expect if you invite a few Chinese families over for a potluck dinner at your place.
On writer’s block.
Nobody ever said being an author was easy, but that doesn’t mean we can’t complain about how hard it is on occasion.
Cursory examination.
Or, what you get when you put 200 high school students in the same room and ask them to explain stuff to you.
The curse of the Web designer.
Web design isn’t all peaches and cream.