Day: March 1, 2005

word

Vancouvers default setting remembered itself today. The trees are dripping with water and the roads are slick wet. Time for a change of clothes, time for layers of silk under cotton. Rent is to be fetched today, my paycheques require a download into numbers. One zero reality. I wonder what everyone else is doing today. You, the people who read this, I wonder where you are, who you are. Give me your names? Where you live, what you do? I woke curious, wanting to place context to words, trying to think in people. I want to know my friends.

Saturday, I’ve been told, there is an accordian klesmer concert at the W.I.S.E. Hall. Considering that Micheal Green has me half convinced that I want to move to Calgary to see his upcoming Ska-Klesmer musical, I might decide that this is my chance to get my fix. Windchill factor VS walking four blocks. Swing dancing, again, will wait, another little wallflower event.

Today’s Bad news: YOUSENDIT is cracking down on file-sharing.

“YSI are now following those sites from which people access to their sites the most!”

Meaning, if you click on a link to YSI which you found on someone else’s LJ they can track you back!

This has been posted as a reply in a forum where someone had upped a file on YSI:

This file has been removed from the YouSendIt servers due to a violation of our terms of service agreement (please see below for further details).

Our service is intended for use solely as a means to share files between a small amount of people. Acceptable usage might include:

• Uploading a photograph album to be shared amongst friends of family
• Moving an important file or document between work and home computers
• Sharing work with classmates or colleagues.

It is not acceptable to share links to files between large amounts of people on internet forums or message boards as this puts excessive load on our file servers and uses up bandwidth. It is with this in mind that we have decided to actively prevent our service being used in this way and take action to make people aware of what is and is not allowed. YouSendIt have decided to start pursuing the websites with the highest instances of abuse of our service.

The rest of the details can be found at YouSendIt ToS

Some people are thinking about starting a Gmail account to download to and from. I’m not sure if that will work.

Another suggestion was to use http://anonym.to/

English version: to make a long story short: anonym.to is a free and easy way to block the referrer when a visitor clicks a link on your homepage. It works with every browser as you do only have to add a http://anonym.to/? in front of every outgoing http:// link. Use it as you want.

 I’m trying YouShareIt, which is much like YouSendIt. The difference is they’ll keep the material online for 10 days or 100 downloads, whichever comes first. You’re limited to 50MB uploads, however, so you might need to breakdown larger zip files into smaller bites.

When I touch him, it’s as if he’s more substantial, more real than my own flesh. Mine dissolves into feeling, out of cell structure into contentment. Underneath is surprise, that the meat of body can feel so light. Every time I embrace him, my voice becomes stronger, more certain. We’re tying each-other deeper into our cities, our confusion of social graces. I would like to think that though tonight we lie in different beds, that our bodies find the shape of one another and if our pictures were to be superimposed, we would be the illusion of one form, entwined.

Entirely unrelated, I swear, (ganked from mad_and_crazy), “The first case of homosexual necrophilia in the mallard Anas platyrhynchos.” On 5 June 1995 an adult male mallard (Anas platyrhynchos) collided with the glass facade of the Natuurmuseum Rotterdam and died. Another drake mallard raped the corpse almost continuouslyfor 75 minutes… Which begs the question, What Do The People On My F-list Go Searching For? Also, why were these ducks not set on fire? They were not cool and with it deviant ducks as they are not aware how entirely amusing the word pyronecrobestiality is to a certain set of obscure hipster. Tangentially related, Michel has begun illustrating something with Jesus Monkey Pants in Space based off a conversation of ours on-line about the semantics of Geek. I am in awe and very nervous. He sent me a copy of a panel and it was enough to make me stutter. It was indeed Jesus, flying through space, wearing monkey pants. They are over-alls with monkey feet and the classic gorilla suit chest. Are the buttons nipples? I cannot remember and I refuse to look for such a detail so soon before sleep. Bad enough I know that the iconic image of Mr. T was found on an integrated circuit like unto the Virgin Mary on a now famous cheese sandwich..

Here, download what I’m listening to if you know Radiohead. I’m going to bed. I feel the rustle of sleep overtaking me. The sound of trains is flying through my window like it wants to shatter the glass and I’m finding it soothing. Howls and chattering cars thundering blindly through air to impact my ears.

Maybe it’ll drown out the damned pigeons.

Heaven is burning. Also, Tom Waits followed by Goo Goo Dolls on a playlist should be heresy of the most dire, but strangely it worked so well as to almost make me cry. As a addendum to that, I don’t particularly like the Goo Goo Dolls and I only have Iris because a girl sent it to me. How edifying, I know.

This morning my bed was host to a peculiar brand of musical chairs. There was a ferret. At one point I was sandwiched between two lovers? I can’t tell anymore, but I suspect it doesn’t actually matter. My relationships are getting rather blurred. I like to make them both smile and they have impeccable etiquette, so I’m happy. These days sex doesn’t have to be involved for me to label someone a lover. Gavin asked and I left the city with him at the drop of a metaphorical hat, what else might that be called? I let myself be home to a number of people, some who I haven’t seen in years. Crow is out in Kelowna, and if weren’t for the dog, he knows he could come live with me for two weeks with no warning. An experienced declasse sixth sense says he would not be as blase with Matthew crawling unannounced into bed at two in the morning as Gavin was, but there’s a level of gentleman’s shyness that I don’t think he ever got over. We had five of us in that bloody bath-tub, it must have been awkward for him not to look at me, but his eyes firmly fixed elsewhere, even when I stood up and pointedly asked for a towel. His head swiveled away so fast that time must have warped as a necessity. As Jenn is getting married, I suppose I’d better find a way to polish that story somehow. Popular culture tells me that naked bride stories are obligatory at weddings.