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Current Mood: annoyed
So have you all seen this? When I first came across it myself a few years back, it was of particular interest given my background in cognitive science and linguistics. I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned all this before?
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.
You can read more about it on Snopes. I’m sure there’s some good research behind it beyond just the pop culture email forward, but I haven’t looked too hard for it yet. It’s cool though, huh? Anyway, the reason I brought it up… you may recall a few months back when I was documenting some of my more amazing typos. I had one the other day that made me think of that CogSci tidbit above (drfat gaosl which was intended to be draft goals), and so I thought I’d include some recent additions to my typo zoo. Why you ask? Well, I’m hoping that someday a linguist will run across this and recognize some pattern and be able to tell me something valuable about my head. Or if I ever snap and go crazy, an expert will be able to look back at this and see that you all missed the classic warning signs of whatever brain ailment I turn out to have. So feast your eyes…
- rememberuignt which was intended to be remembering
- supprsee which was intended to be suppress
- insonstenct which was intended to be inconsistent
- ont eh which was intended to be on the
- realteive which was intended to be relative
- beahvoior which was intended to be behavior
Well I have some good news, bitches. I picked up my white Levi’s jacket today! It’s slightly off-white, as I had expected. One thing I hadn’t really realized is that part of this “deconstructed” style that they’re doing is like the ridiculous “relic” fad in guitars these days where they take a brand new guitar and scratch it up for you to make it look “vintage.” So this brand new white jacket looks just a little dirty and it has scuffs all over almost to the point of having a few holes in it. I guess that’s the hip thing now… to buy clothes off the rack that look like you’ve worn them out and should have thrown them away already? Oh well. I’ll take what I can get for now, but if I happen to run across a non-deconstructed white jacket in the future, I might trade up.
I tell you… white jean jackets are fucking awesome. And shame on you all for not recognizing that before. Though I must admit, I had a conversation with myself in the mirror tonight, as I tried it on.
“Does this look good?”
“That depends. Are you SUPER gay?”
Surely you’ve all been out to the Converse website and seen that you can design and order your own shoes with a tremendous amount of control over the colors and style. Well in honor of the white jacket, I thought about ordering a Casino-themed pair of Chucks, but I’m concened that they are in fact so much more… fabulous… than the white jacket, that I wouldn’t have the balls to even wear them. What do you think? I actually have a similar shade of powder blue dress shoes somewhere, but I think they’ve been worn once in like 5 years. Hmmm…
The good hairdays are coming easy lately with this new brushing approach I’ve been using. I’m in no danger of running out any time soon, but I was looking at the Layrite website the other day — I love their pomade and it’s my brand these days — and I saw that they have a new “Superhold” formula that I’m curious to try. Probably like the Japanese stuff I used to use? And then they have a 32 oz. $90 monster tub of regular pomade… next time I run out, I’m all over that!
Well I didn’t mean for this to turn into such a materialistic blog, but that’s the direction it took me in tonight. I have too much shit. In general, I don’t like having so much shit that I couldn’t pack up and move in a few hours. I don’t know what that says about me… but I know that I don’t feel 100% safe and settled anywhere. That reminds me… I have a storage unit in the Beast (that’s East Bay in pig latin… keep up!) that I’ve had since I left home, and it’s full of all the toys and crapola from my youth. I always thought that someday I’d give it to my own kids, but these days I’m not sure I’ll be having any… and even if I do someday, what will they want with a bunch of G.I. Joes? I mean, they’ll be all about video games right? Maybe it’s time for me to sell off some of that old junk. It’s not doing me any good. It might bring some decent money from collectors (though the economy’s in the shitter). Anyone have experience auctioning off the relics of their youth? I’m seriously considering it. Hell, I haven’t even visited the stuff in 3 or 4 years. For all I know, it’s all been stolen and/or cleared out of there! Shit… I should probably at least go check on it, huh? A “to do” for this weekend perhaps…
In case you weren’t offended by the Indian video in my last blog, here’s another Indian video (an oldie but goodie) that offends even me. No wonder my people hate you white folk.
One last point before I go. I’ve never had much faith in medicine. It seems like more often than not, pills and such just don’t seem to help. Sudafed, various headache remedies, etc. work so slowly or not at all that I fail to recognize the benefit. Do I have some sort of natural tolerance for all these things? Maybe I just need to be taking Ludo-sized doses. One exception, if it even counts, are Tums. That stuff works in seconds. To me, that is a worthwhile medicine. The value is immediate and undeniable. I thought Dramamine was good when I first started flying for work… but eventually I stopped using it and was still fine… so could have just been a placebo effect at work. Oh, and then there’s Rohypnol…
Ah, Rohypnol in Mexico. Good times. Not! They always say it helps you get laid, but it’s so overrated. I’ve taken it many times, and it’s never helped me get any action. Usually I just end up falling asleep.