I think I want to do too much at once. I want to blog a lot and write code and do a comic and a show and read and start a business and… Well, I think I should concentrate on moving out first and then becoming more awesome at other things one at a time.

Oops, I didn’t blog yesterday. But hey, I went to bed after 10PM for once this week.

Because of a score revision, I dropped from 2-0 to 1-1 in my money league. I went from a 1 point victory to a 1 point loss. Agh.

In my other league, I lost my first game by less than half a point.

Not a lot of luck for me.

Ah well, I’ve come back from 1-4 to win it. I’ve started every year 1-2. No panicking yet.

I’ve been looking at apartments recently. Exciting.

I decided I’m going to try to blog every day for the rest of the month.

I want to note here that last week, the premiere of Larry Whitman: Data Entry Maverick took place. It’s been a year in the making, but it’s not a year’s worth of work. I had a lot of fun creating this with Richard.

The premiere was a fancy party, and I had a lot of friends attending. It was awesome because now I don’t have to care about YouTube views or facebook fans. In my eyes, I already accomplished what I wanted to accomplish. Because of the party, this is already a success. I’ve already shared and celebrated with some of the most important people in my life.

I watched Reservoir Dogs for the first time the other day (surprising that it’s taken this long, given how much I enjoy Tarantino movies, but unsurprising given how rarely I watch movies), and this line from the torture scene really struck me:

Nice Guy Eddie: If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he’ll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don’t necessarily make it fucking so!

Torture isn’t very effective at getting the truth.

Moreover, the torture was perpetrated by a sick fuck, a veritable psycho, instead of the “hero,” a la 24.

Google Instant has been released. Google says this:

Our key technical insight was that people type slowly, but read quickly, typically taking 300 milliseconds between keystrokes, but only 30 milliseconds (a tenth of the time!) to glance at another part of the page. This means that you can scan a results page while you type.

It reminded me of this, from The Little Prince:

“Because they save a tremendous amount of time,” said the merchant. “Computations have been made by experts. With these pills, you save fifty-three minutes in every week.”

Google Instant will save me 2-5 seconds per search!

And what do I do with those 2-5 seconds?

I love the verb “steep.” It is one of my favorite words. What of “steep’ as an adjective? Meh. It is nothing special.

I finally have Gmail’s Priority Inbox. Google automatically labels certain e-mails as “important” and puts these e-mails at the top of my inbox. The rest are unimportant.

I was really excited about this feature. When Alex told me about this feature, he said it reminded him of my blog entry on realtime vs. relevance. I could ignore the stream of e-mail coming in and focus on the important! I would no longer feel overwhelmed.

Instead, the feature has temporarily left me depressed. I get a decent amount of e-mail and almost all of it is unimportant. I must not be very important. The important and unread portion of my mail box is empty most of the time. A depressingly large amount of my e-mail is impersonal.

At least in the throes of e-mail addiction, I would get a small hit of hedonic pleasure from a new e-mail. A new, but unimportant, e-mail no longer provides the same amount of pleasure.

I started reading Umair Haque because I thought what he was saying about changing capitalism might be useful. I also follow him on Twitter, but since then, I’ve been disappointed because his tweets are mostly meaningless bullshit. Here is an example: “The next decade in 2 sentences. The answer to the Great Stagnation isn’t more lameness and bogosity. Choose awesomeness.” We’ll get out of this recession by being less lame and more awesome? This reminds me of How I Met Your Mother. Barney declares, “Whenever I start feeling sick, I just stop being sick and be awesome instead.” Of course, the germs don’t care about this proclamation.

Now, if someone says “being awesome” means taking medicine, that makes it even more obvious that the phrase “being awesome” is meaningless. The phrase is so amorphous that it can express any concept. It’s like in Politics and the English Language when Orwell says no one will define democracy so they can have their own private definition.

[more later]