Sunday, January 28, 2007
The Bizzle Operant: R.I.P.
It was a good companion, friend, compatriot. Let those be the soothing words to those who knew and loved our cherished and most humble of companions, The Bizzle Operant, or the Operant, as it was so affectionately known. This blog's address bears it's name, and those who knew him loved him.
The Operant in it`s most modern and well known incarnation was born a mere 8 months ago and contained perhaps the best and most eclectic music collection known to man. It accepted this obviously horrifying burden with absolute humility and penitence. As it was exposed to perhaps it's most daunting challenge yet: DC++, it accepted the great volume of information coming it's way without batting a hesitant eye.
As that great volume weighed down, the Operant began to sway beneath the constant, often exhausting pressure. Long nights of innumerable downloads finally took the toll. Sadly, as it's internal "organs" began to fail, it constantly rebooted itself, often not giving itself a chance to enter Safe mode.
Near the end, in the most generous of sacrifices, it donated it's entire picture, movie, and music collection to a portable, 320 gigabyte hard drive so that it may "pass the torch" so to speak onto the next generation. We spent one sad, tiring, last day together, passing all of the information it had gained in it's eight months of life into this hard drive, which now resides heavily guarded by the Operant's orphan monitor. One day this information will be used by another computer of perhaps better specs, but never equal character.
The Operant in it's last week downloaded (as far as I can calculate) something around 70 gigs of music and movie files. In it's life it burned over 70 CD's (in those eight months). It was my only hope when online German tests towered over me, and when I wanted a camera, and I needed it to blog. I read thousands of emails, both of love and hate, and watched relationships expand and die over it. Though I might never know why the Operant died, it will be sorely, sorely missed. This incredible pace and effort will never be forgotten.
Good Bye Old Friend, and Fare Thee Well.
Amen.
The Operant in it`s most modern and well known incarnation was born a mere 8 months ago and contained perhaps the best and most eclectic music collection known to man. It accepted this obviously horrifying burden with absolute humility and penitence. As it was exposed to perhaps it's most daunting challenge yet: DC++, it accepted the great volume of information coming it's way without batting a hesitant eye.
As that great volume weighed down, the Operant began to sway beneath the constant, often exhausting pressure. Long nights of innumerable downloads finally took the toll. Sadly, as it's internal "organs" began to fail, it constantly rebooted itself, often not giving itself a chance to enter Safe mode.
Near the end, in the most generous of sacrifices, it donated it's entire picture, movie, and music collection to a portable, 320 gigabyte hard drive so that it may "pass the torch" so to speak onto the next generation. We spent one sad, tiring, last day together, passing all of the information it had gained in it's eight months of life into this hard drive, which now resides heavily guarded by the Operant's orphan monitor. One day this information will be used by another computer of perhaps better specs, but never equal character.
The Operant in it's last week downloaded (as far as I can calculate) something around 70 gigs of music and movie files. In it's life it burned over 70 CD's (in those eight months). It was my only hope when online German tests towered over me, and when I wanted a camera, and I needed it to blog. I read thousands of emails, both of love and hate, and watched relationships expand and die over it. Though I might never know why the Operant died, it will be sorely, sorely missed. This incredible pace and effort will never be forgotten.
Good Bye Old Friend, and Fare Thee Well.
Amen.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
While Lennon read a book of Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
Christ,
It`s been a while, I know I know..ideally, I`m going to write about all my experiences over New Year`s, Christmas, the first two weeks of school and the terrifying debt I owe.
Well friends, this is not an ideal world, and if you are reading this, you were more than likely at the train wreck that New Year`s was for me. Shortly before that, of course, was the gradually deteriorating drunk fest that Liam`s Birthday was, and the eventual shit cleanup that ensued.
I arrived in my humble Dub-Dot abode about two hours ago to find my room literally trashed. My roomate or one of my floormates has scattered the contents of my closet and drawers about my bed, empty Kraft Dinner boxed litter the floor around the garbage can, and Alex`s bed had collided with the fridge and the walls, and is still in the middle of our room. As I walked in, he was passed out on his bed, in the middle of the room, dumbfounded when I asked what the hell happened. I still don't know because we`re leaving it as a topic never to be discussed again.
Oh, and my dad was behind me.
But, I did make this one a profitable weekend. I invested a total of 17 Canadian Dollars into Bukowski books and got three of them. Women, Factotum and Sifting..
Even if you don't read Bukowski, you have to give mad stupid dopeshit props to his vehement alcoholism, intense writing style, and aggrivating struggle with hiding his homosexuality...or something like that.
I think I`ll post more later, but I am ALIVE.
OOOOHHHHHH IM STILL ALIVE.
And listening to a good bulk of "Shut up and Play your Guitar", a gift from Terry McKenna for Christmas. Mad Dopeshit props. Christ I love Zappa.
Peace,
Bizz. Le
It`s been a while, I know I know..ideally, I`m going to write about all my experiences over New Year`s, Christmas, the first two weeks of school and the terrifying debt I owe.
Well friends, this is not an ideal world, and if you are reading this, you were more than likely at the train wreck that New Year`s was for me. Shortly before that, of course, was the gradually deteriorating drunk fest that Liam`s Birthday was, and the eventual shit cleanup that ensued.
I arrived in my humble Dub-Dot abode about two hours ago to find my room literally trashed. My roomate or one of my floormates has scattered the contents of my closet and drawers about my bed, empty Kraft Dinner boxed litter the floor around the garbage can, and Alex`s bed had collided with the fridge and the walls, and is still in the middle of our room. As I walked in, he was passed out on his bed, in the middle of the room, dumbfounded when I asked what the hell happened. I still don't know because we`re leaving it as a topic never to be discussed again.
Oh, and my dad was behind me.
But, I did make this one a profitable weekend. I invested a total of 17 Canadian Dollars into Bukowski books and got three of them. Women, Factotum and Sifting..
Even if you don't read Bukowski, you have to give mad stupid dopeshit props to his vehement alcoholism, intense writing style, and aggrivating struggle with hiding his homosexuality...or something like that.
I think I`ll post more later, but I am ALIVE.
OOOOHHHHHH IM STILL ALIVE.
And listening to a good bulk of "Shut up and Play your Guitar", a gift from Terry McKenna for Christmas. Mad Dopeshit props. Christ I love Zappa.
Peace,
Bizz. Le
