<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:23.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of the Future.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is more of a scratchpad for ideas at this point than anything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-115531278685502699</id><published>2006-08-11T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:13:06.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><summary type='text'>It feels like I can't stop eating.  It feels like every half-hour I make a trip down to the cupboard.  And maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all it's recommended to eat many small meals, except the stuff I eat is often sugary or starchy.  Though my meals aren't huge typically and I eat very little breakfast and sometimes skip dinner.  So I wouldn't worry about my wasteline so much.I read in "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/115531278685502699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/115531278685502699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115531278685502699' title='Food'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-115297010735025830</id><published>2006-07-15T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:28:27.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scanner Darkly</title><summary type='text'>When you think about it none of it makes any sense: not the drug, not the scramble suits, nor the agendas of any authority figures.  Maybe I need to watch it again and at a time when I am not struggling with staying awake.  And yet I enjoyed the movie for it's fine acting, funny lines, lovely visuals and funny lines (mostly delivered by Robert Downie's character).I do not think it is very well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/115297010735025830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/115297010735025830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115297010735025830' title='A Scanner Darkly'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-115081427807693415</id><published>2006-06-20T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T10:37:58.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>triggered memories #1</title><summary type='text'>As a kid I once undertook a study on the escalation of violence in movies.  Ok, not really.  I taped Home Alone and Home Alone 2 off the TV.  One day I watched both and marked down every trap, hurled brick and humiliation inflicted on the two villains.  The sequel came out on top.  A predictable result I suppose.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/115081427807693415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/115081427807693415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115081427807693415' title='triggered memories #1'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-114321440445409696</id><published>2006-03-24T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:33:24.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>capitalism and the future</title><summary type='text'>Some threads of thought that I have picked up on:Capitalism is in complete ascendancy and admits no alternatives.  Things like "end of history" (due to the defeat of communism) are relevant here.  Capitalism claims to be emminently "realistic", no fantasies or theories involved there, this is how people act  and respond naturally.Moreover capitalism sees the present as the best of all possible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/114321440445409696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/114321440445409696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114321440445409696' title='capitalism and the future'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-114253667718494110</id><published>2006-03-16T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:17:57.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two observations</title><summary type='text'>You know how you would be reading some doomsday-type article on how bad the environment is or how we are all full of toxic chemicals or how corrupt politics is...whatever, and then they put all the optimistic signs at the end?  Why do they do that?  End on a downer because the overwhelming message is that things suck so why leave the impression that everything will be ok?Second, I noticed how a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/114253667718494110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/114253667718494110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114253667718494110' title='two observations'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-114004006896969362</id><published>2006-02-15T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:47:48.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from the department of incredulity</title><summary type='text'>Walking clock-wise the centrifugal force will make the blood flood your left brain hemisphere enabling logical thinking.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/114004006896969362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/114004006896969362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114004006896969362' title='from the department of incredulity'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-113660406100096963</id><published>2006-01-06T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:21:01.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>david bowie</title><summary type='text'>I recently rented "Christianne F - Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo", a movie about Germany's famous teenage heroin addict.  The movie is your typical heroin story, "just wanna try it one time" followed by spirling into addiction, a brief withdrawal and the plunge to prostitution to score more junk.  Not very interesting, especially since there are no subtitles so I was forced to watched it in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/113660406100096963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/113660406100096963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113660406100096963' title='david bowie'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-113535247242204795</id><published>2005-12-23T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:41:12.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One often stated maxim is that as Ian Gould puts it "genuine dialog is disappearing in favor of people coccooning themselves in a comfortable shroud of blogs and sites that support their pre-existing prejudices".  But is that true?  Is the isolation anymore then in the days before the web?  Was there really a time when all sides of the debate would get equal hearing in a public forum with people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/113535247242204795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/113535247242204795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113535247242204795' title=''/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-112731850991611149</id><published>2005-09-21T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T12:01:49.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>great article on games</title><summary type='text'>This is a great article on the trouble with the gaming industry.  I totally agree.  I don't play computer games at all these days and a large part is that there just isn't anything out there that is fun to play anymore.  In the past couple years the only games that impressed me where "Dance Dance Revolution" and "Katamari Damacy".  Both are Japanese and feature unorthodox gameplay and control </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/112731850991611149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/112731850991611149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112731850991611149' title='great article on games'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-112534243870955288</id><published>2005-08-29T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:02:15.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina</title><summary type='text'>Fascinating watching Katrina unfold over New Orleans.Cynical Fundies could of course compare it to a modern day Sodom &amp; Gomorra but imagine another fancinful scenario.  You remember the Gaia hypothesis, now let's extend it a bit and pretend that it has consciousness and will.  This is the ocean's revenge.  The path of the hurricane is directly through the midst of the oil production and refining </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/112534243870955288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/112534243870955288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112534243870955288' title='Katrina'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-112446022242535032</id><published>2005-08-19T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:07:09.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>black boxes</title><summary type='text'>See this article on a recent crash:http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/europe/08/18/greece.crash.ap/While there are a few interesting things about it I want to focus on one particular quote.Some answers could be provided by the contents of the plane's flight data recorder, or black box, which has been sent to Paris for decoding. Tsolakis said he expected to receive some results from France later </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/112446022242535032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/112446022242535032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112446022242535032' title='black boxes'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111704237454935801</id><published>2005-05-25T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:32:54.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick ass blog.</title><summary type='text'>JWZ is such a great read.  He usually either links to something weird/hi-tech/absurd or asks tech questions.  The links blow my mind on regular basis, from fuel cells that run on blood to villagers in Russia who scavenge rocket parts.  The comments are even better.  Great discussion and even more leads to things like kids building nuclear reactors in their garden sheds.  It wouldn't be a bad idea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111704237454935801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111704237454935801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111704237454935801' title='Kick ass blog.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111565961344210009</id><published>2005-05-09T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:26:53.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>economic post</title><summary type='text'>While I was reading this New York Times article (use  BugMeNot to get a login) I was struck by two sentences."Suddenly, the mechanisms that have allowed consumers to keep the economy afloat - the ability to realize profits from selling homes, to refinance mortgages at lower rates and to borrow cheaply against home equity - would be broken."How can selling home to realize a profit keep the economy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111565961344210009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111565961344210009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111565961344210009' title='economic post'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111516984665295849</id><published>2005-05-03T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:24:06.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mp3 blogs</title><summary type='text'>After extensive testing I have decided that these are the best mp3 blogs:20 Jazz Funk GreatsSoulsidesNoone else comes close.  The first one helped me discover more wonderful weird music than any other blog.  They are into obscure synth/rock/punk/disco bands (somewhere in the intersection between these).  The second one is just pure butter as far as soul music is concerned.  Informative text and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111516984665295849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111516984665295849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111516984665295849' title='mp3 blogs'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111480437090639510</id><published>2005-04-29T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:52:50.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>exist dance</title><summary type='text'>yeah, so I spent another couple hours exhaustively browsing the Exist Dance page on Discogs.  I was just thinking how Transmitting From Heaven" is one of the best cd's ever.  So good in fact that as soon as I wrote those lines I went over to half.com and bought it ($1.99, not bad).  This is the definition of psychedelic trance (I am thinking the Eden Transmission tracks in particular) 5 years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111480437090639510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111480437090639510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111480437090639510' title='exist dance'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111290439984102238</id><published>2005-04-07T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T16:06:39.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>superintelligent entities</title><summary type='text'>Do you think the superintelligent entities that we will create soon will spend most of their time arguing in Internet discussion forums?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111290439984102238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111290439984102238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111290439984102238' title='superintelligent entities'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111279277235556365</id><published>2005-04-06T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T09:06:12.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspiria</title><summary type='text'>Just watched "Suspiria" from Dario Argento.  The movie makes a big deal out of "secret iris" or something like that.  Later on the heroine finds three sculpted iris blossoms on a wall and when she turns one she is admitted into the witches chamber.  I wonder if there is any connection to the following: "Flower of Flowers. PAUL VI. 1963-1978. Paul's coat-of-arms depicts three fleurs-de-lis, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111279277235556365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111279277235556365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111279277235556365' title='Suspiria'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111203506579568454</id><published>2005-03-28T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T13:38:02.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno-idiots.</title><summary type='text'>Techno-optimists drive me crazy.  Any problem you can name will be solved soon by genetic engeneering, new materials, new sources of energy, nano-technology or other techno-magic.  It especially infuriates me when they talk about technologies to do what nature does already.  Let me give an example.Cryptogon made me aware of Pollinator Decline today.  Basically bees are dying out in large numbers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111203506579568454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111203506579568454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111203506579568454' title='Techno-idiots.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111176276181817145</id><published>2005-03-25T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T10:01:39.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damn English</title><summary type='text'>You'd think I would get it after 9+ years.  I remember I used to say "today" even when "tonight" would be appropriate.  Now I notice I swung the other way. Is there no happy medium.There's also that annoying "i", "ee" thing.  Like if I say something like "dig deep" half the time it's likely to come out as "deeg deep".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111176276181817145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111176276181817145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111176276181817145' title='damn English'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-111168588818375596</id><published>2005-03-24T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T12:38:08.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past few times I've tried to go and see some act/dj live I've been disappointed (cf. Richie Hawtin, Infected Mushroom).  It's probably the loud, closed confines of a club more than anything else.  I really enjoyed outdoor events much more.  Anyway, once again I decide to brave it and go see an act.  This is another one of my favorites but I'll keep it on the down low for now.  Don't want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111168588818375596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/111168588818375596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111168588818375596' title=''/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-110997308671217584</id><published>2005-03-04T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:51:26.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Media Player</title><summary type='text'>Sucks.  I knew it before, I just never realised how much.  I'll leave aside the lack of basic playlist functions (sorting), the ugly skinned interface with buttons in unexpected places and inability to read mp3 tags (this last one could be on purpose) and concentrate on the Graphical Equaliser.  What is the sense in providing a 10 band equaliser if dragging on one of the sliders causes all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110997308671217584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110997308671217584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110997308671217584' title='Windows Media Player'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-110937989628903907</id><published>2005-02-25T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:04:56.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>audio crap</title><summary type='text'>First of all, the mixer (Behringer DX626) I bought is shit.  The crossfader is absolutely worthless.  The left channel bleeds through occasionally even if the fader is all the way on the right (and vice versa).  The level faders are too stiff to replace the crossfader functionality for those moments when you want to cut the track in an out.  I should have saved for a better one, but I couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110937989628903907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110937989628903907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110937989628903907' title='audio crap'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-110662985326100193</id><published>2005-01-25T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T00:10:53.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mario - hardcore junglist</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, sorry, the promised stuff is coming sometime soon-ish when I feel like it.  So I was playing Mario today on an emulator after not having played it for 10 years and I noticed one thing.  The bassline in the castle levels is totally jungalistic.  Deep sine waves at half the speed of the music.  Could it be that the millions of kids playing Nintendo had that sound subconciously programmed into</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110662985326100193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110662985326100193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110662985326100193' title='mario - hardcore junglist'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-110586341954819566</id><published>2005-01-16T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T03:16:59.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let me start on another foot</title><summary type='text'>So far this blog has been a collection of brief snatches of thought mostly about music.  I think it is time to address the name of the blog.  First of all it is a name of a track by Chaos &amp; Julia Set.  See, I can't get away from music.  More to the point, it reflects my state of mind through a good many years now.  The details changed but the big picture is the same: we are headed toward some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110586341954819566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110586341954819566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110586341954819566' title='let me start on another foot'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-110472506530656692</id><published>2005-01-02T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T23:04:25.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>psy techno.</title><summary type='text'>I stopped listening to psy-trance around late 2003.  It became stale and boring and the template it adopted did not resonate with me.  It became centered around a strong, chugging, bass.  I guess the new generation of producers either figured that the bassline must be an octave lower than it used to be or they decided to make the machine gun sixteenth note bass of the minimal side of psy more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110472506530656692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110472506530656692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110472506530656692' title='psy techno.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-110253436953333919</id><published>2004-12-08T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T14:33:36.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>december post</title><summary type='text'>A month has passed and the job search is still fruitless.  On the bright side of things I made a short trip to Florida with Gary which was pretty fun.  Last Thursday Gary asked me to come to a concert by his friend's band.  It was at the University of Maryland, inside the radio station.  Their radio station is pretty much like WMBC only like 10 times bigger and more proffesional.  On the wall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110253436953333919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/110253436953333919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110253436953333919' title='december post'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109963010680803425</id><published>2004-11-04T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:48:26.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Interview</title><summary type='text'>Today I had an interview with Microsoft on the UMBC campus.  I cannot really think of a better place to work than Microsoft.  It has really good working conditions and seems like it has great people and atmosphere, see for example the (fictional but based on real life) Microserfs by Douglas Coupland.  In addition there's this whole mystique I have created about the West Coast, like how it is free</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109963010680803425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109963010680803425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109963010680803425' title='Microsoft Interview'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109803355209940930</id><published>2004-10-17T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:19:12.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse in a bucket</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago I caught a mouse with a bucket.  It was scurrying home into the drain in the laundry room but I was expecting it and plopped the plastic pail right on top of it.  For a while I did not know what to do.  I thought starving it would be a slow and cruel death but I did not have the guts to ,say, put it in a bag and hit it against the ground really hard.  I did not want to let it go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109803355209940930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109803355209940930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109803355209940930' title='mouse in a bucket'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109639326795644987</id><published>2004-09-28T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T13:41:22.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>table tennis</title><summary type='text'>After seeing the Japanese movie Ping Pong my interest in Table Tennis was reignited.  I looked around for a table tennis club in the area and it turned out there's one that gathers at Old Court Middle School, around 5 miles from my house.  It turned out to be even more hardcore than I imagined.  Even though most of the people there are over 40 any one of them can whoop my ass and I am much better</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109639326795644987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109639326795644987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109639326795644987' title='table tennis'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109621140786329368</id><published>2004-09-26T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T11:10:07.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The KLF</title><summary type='text'>I am sure this is old news to some but...I just acquired "The Illuminatus Trilogy" by Robert Anton Wilson.  The KLF stands for Kopyright Liberation Front, probably something to do with the Eristine Liberation Front mentioned in the book.  Their previous named JAMs or Justified Ancients of Mummu is taken straight from the book.  This also explains the sampling of MC-5 "Kick out the JAMs" on one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109621140786329368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109621140786329368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109621140786329368' title='The KLF'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109591502937218177</id><published>2004-09-23T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:50:29.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>book recommendation</title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading one of the best books I've read in a while.  It is entitled "The New Great Game: Blood and Oil in Central Asia" by Lutz Kleveman.  It is an account of his travels all over Central Asia and Caucausus: from Georgia to China to Afghanistan and everywhere in between.  The book does a great job of giving the history of the various political conflicts and corporate ventures in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109591502937218177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109591502937218177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109591502937218177' title='book recommendation'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109436733853644130</id><published>2004-09-05T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T02:55:38.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mp3 labels</title><summary type='text'>The last thing I need, more music to worry about.  I wanted to discount the mp3 labels for a long time.  Firstly, it was yet another source of music.  A source unrestricted by financial considerations and the dificulties of distributing a physical object.  This means a potential of releasing a much greater quantity of music, although quality control should cut into this heavily.  Especially since</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109436733853644130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109436733853644130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109436733853644130' title='mp3 labels'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109425456759641610</id><published>2004-09-03T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T19:36:07.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>corporations</title><summary type='text'>What pissed me off about big corporations is not so much that they lay off 5000 workers in Texas and transfer the plant to China, you gotta do what you gotta do to stay competitive.  It's that they then give a $100 million bonus to some retiring executive.  The compensations and bonuses to top officials are out of control because they can get away with it, it's not their money and noone can stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109425456759641610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109425456759641610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109425456759641610' title='corporations'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109405629828956644</id><published>2004-09-01T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:31:38.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Palahniuk</title><summary type='text'>You may know him as the author of "Fight Club".  I am on a bit of a reading binge right now.  It is mostly various fiction books intermixed with books on economics.  While looking for "Animal Farm" by Orwell for my brother's required reading I stumbled upon a shelf where there were several copies of a number of books, a mark of a popular author.  When I looked closer I saw that they were by Chuck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109405629828956644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109405629828956644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109405629828956644' title='Chuck Palahniuk'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109399819183404632</id><published>2004-08-31T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:23:11.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new gear</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to a cash infusion (due to birthday) I was able to acquire a Pioneer 500 CDJ (a cd player with pitch controls) and a Behringer DX626 mixer.  So now I am able to practice mixing at home though I am in a slightly uncomfortable position of having to mix vinyl into cd's into vinyl.The mixer I got from zzounds (follow the link) pretty much because it was the first place that popped up on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109399819183404632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109399819183404632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109399819183404632' title='new gear'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109380272529783966</id><published>2004-08-29T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T14:05:25.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>olympic observations</title><summary type='text'>Cuba must have lots of domestic disputes (with things being thrown).  Cuban women picked up gold in shot put and javelin as well as silver and bronze in hammer throw.Argentinians must work together real well.  3 of their 6 medals are in team sports and another two come from sailing (2 people in a boat) and doubles tennis.  Their fellow South Americans Brazilians had over half of their 9 medals </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109380272529783966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109380272529783966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109380272529783966' title='olympic observations'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109354670408329087</id><published>2004-08-26T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T14:58:24.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real stupid</title><summary type='text'>Real Player has been pissing me off ever since version 6 or so, since it started going downhill.  Useless features, annoying "channels" and now spyware made me stop upgrading a while ago.  Then one day I needed to play something that my older version did not support so I uninstalled Real Player and tried getting the newest version.  Alas, it required IE 6 and since I run Windows 98 with Opera for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109354670408329087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109354670408329087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109354670408329087' title='Real stupid'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109336486492567048</id><published>2004-08-24T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:27:44.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the theme music theory</title><summary type='text'>Unlike books I am convinced that you can judge TV shows by their cover, or rather the theme song, the intro if you will.  For example take "Family Guy": disjointed, no strong tune and that whole broadway show routine?  You can tell I do not like the show at all.  Then take something like "Harvey Birdman" (check out the theme music at EmptyFree.  The attention to detail is staggering: the little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109336486492567048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109336486492567048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336486492567048' title='the theme music theory'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109306405089475134</id><published>2004-08-21T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T00:54:10.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf of the week.</title><summary type='text'>12:45 at night.  I am walking home from my cousin's along a road.  A short white SUV pulls up with a teenage driver at the wheel.  "Yo, got a cigarette?" he asks?  "No".  "Fuck you" he says and drives away.  I guess I could have said "I don't smoke" or something but even then it just boggles my mind.  It's like the completely opposite reaction that we are taught as kids, to say "Thank You".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109306405089475134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109306405089475134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109306405089475134' title='wtf of the week.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109249237873512022</id><published>2004-08-14T10:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:06:18.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>marx vs. smith</title><summary type='text'>"Marx always emphasized that it was not a matter of capitalists being individually bad people, but of the consequences of a full-fledged social and economic order of things" from The Pinocchio Theory.Adam Smith on the other hand is infamous for never having a good word to say about capitalists while of course praising the capitalist (or at least free-market) system.So one loves the people, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109249237873512022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109249237873512022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109249237873512022' title='marx vs. smith'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109249234799996459</id><published>2004-08-14T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:05:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>marx vs. smith</title><summary type='text'>"Marx always emphasized that it was not a matter of capitalists being individually bad people, but of the consequences of a full-fledged social and economic order of things" from The Pinocchio Theory.Adam Smith on the other hand is infamous for never having a good word to say about capitalists while of course praising the capitalist (or at least free-market) system.So one loves the people, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109249234799996459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109249234799996459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109249234799996459' title='marx vs. smith'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109233938996658529</id><published>2004-08-12T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:36:29.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jottings</title><summary type='text'>Did you hear about the russian cab driver Pickup Andropov?Who puts wallpaper on a desktop anyway?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109233938996658529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109233938996658529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109233938996658529' title='jottings'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109215158189956090</id><published>2004-08-10T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:26:21.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>right wing conspiracy</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday what seemed an otherwise intelligent an articulate republican, the governor of Colorado, said "nucular".  Maybe they are trying to make it an accepted pronounciation through widespread usage thus making Bush not look like a total dumbass.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109215158189956090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109215158189956090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215158189956090' title='right wing conspiracy'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109202538160744713</id><published>2004-08-09T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T00:23:01.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>early ardkore</title><summary type='text'>Check Woebotnik from August 4 and Simon Reynolds on early ardkore.  Yeah, it is pretty cheap but I love it.  Those fat synths, the beats that kind of lurk in the background, the spaciness of the sound.  Got me some on ebay this spring including that blue Automation EP.  Feeling kinda "hey, i am way ahead of this, i am cool" even though really I am behind the times here (by 13 years!).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109202538160744713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109202538160744713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109202538160744713' title='early ardkore'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109202482864858745</id><published>2004-08-08T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T00:13:48.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the genesis of techno</title><summary type='text'>Damn it, this whole time I was wrong or mislead.  Well, not completely wrong but not quite there.  See, this whole time I was thinking that it is an unbroken line: Kraftwerk, The Belleville Three (Atkins, May, Saunderson), the rest of techno.  But really when you think about it, it becomes apparent that it's not exactly like that.  I am not even talking about the fact that I left out italo disco </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109202482864858745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109202482864858745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109202482864858745' title='the genesis of techno'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109201124369217132</id><published>2004-08-08T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T20:30:34.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Das Experiment</title><summary type='text'>Just watched a german movie named Das Experiment that is loosely based around Standofrd Prison Experiment.  The movie was pretty good though the quick cuts were a bit annoying.  There were several plot holes and the ending took they movie into that Hollywood extreme un-reality which took away from the power of the movie by rendering it less believable.The experiment as it happenned in real life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109201124369217132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109201124369217132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109201124369217132' title='Das Experiment'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109159511618128764</id><published>2004-08-04T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:51:56.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you call this an empire?</title><summary type='text'>Yo, what kind of a wack-ass empire can't hold down a freaking gas-station?  The US government is running record deficits and accumulating huge debts.  It doesn't look like we'll be able to maintain our forces in Iraq for much longer.  I do not understand how the richest nation the world has ever known cannot occupy one not so large country.  Alexander the Great did a whole lot better with much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109159511618128764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109159511618128764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159511618128764' title='you call this an empire?'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-10911963954960576</id><published>2004-07-30T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T10:06:35.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you pick up the phone and the person at the other end doesn't say anything for a couple of seconds then you know it's telemarketers.  They did not do that a few years ago.  I wonder what changed?  Is it new regulations or the fact that they call from out of the country or something else entirely?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/10911963954960576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/10911963954960576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#10911963954960576' title=''/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109107376710404942</id><published>2004-07-28T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T00:02:47.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite games part 4</title><summary type='text'>Time to wrap this up, it's getting a bit long.  The rest of my favorite games are mostly turn-based strategy.  A brief paragraph on each follows:* Civilization.  The don of all strategy games.  Infinitely playable, fairly simple rules that generate complex gameplay.  Nothing to be said about this.  Get it for free at freeciv.org.* Heroes of Might and Magic 3.  This is most likely the game I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109107376710404942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109107376710404942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109107376710404942' title='favorite games part 4'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109098651602146956</id><published>2004-07-27T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T23:48:36.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite games part 3</title><summary type='text'>My favorite genre is turn-based strategy.  I prefer to have time to think over what I am about to do.  The games are typically more diverse than in the real-time genre.  The game I am going to talk about today is called M.A.X and it is a turn-based game with the familiar premise of building a base, converting resources into war machines and wiping your opponent off the face of the planet.  It was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109098651602146956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109098651602146956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109098651602146956' title='favorite games part 3'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109081175561849459</id><published>2004-07-25T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:15:55.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite games part 2</title><summary type='text'>This game is probably the game that I spent the least time playing of all the ones that I wrote (and will write) about.  It just doesn't have that much replay value due to its story-based nature.  The game is called "System Shock 2" and it has been called one of the scariest games of all time, a description with which I am in agreement.You find yourself in a spaceship with all the crew missing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109081175561849459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109081175561849459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109081175561849459' title='favorite games part 2'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109063484971160269</id><published>2004-07-23T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T22:07:47.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the bag today.</title><summary type='text'>I went to Joe's Record Paradise on Harford Road today.  I still cannot get over the fact that I found 69's "4 Jazz Funk Classics" there for $3.50 last August.  It turns out there are two locations for this store, the other one in Rockville somewhere.  I was in the other store a few months ago and when I came to the Harford road one I found some of the same records I saw before.  It turns out they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109063484971160269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109063484971160269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109063484971160269' title='In the bag today.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109063330647205199</id><published>2004-07-23T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T21:41:46.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite games part 1</title><summary type='text'>I think the first game I remember that truly stands out and that I still rate today is "Need For Speed 1".  I remember seeing this on some weird japanese game system that used cd's in '95.  I was still in Almaty back then and didn't own a computer.  There was this game store that was between my house and where I took english lessons.  I would often stop there and just watch the games that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109063330647205199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109063330647205199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109063330647205199' title='favorite games part 1'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109018709505182386</id><published>2004-07-18T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T00:25:33.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Championship Manager</title><summary type='text'>I recently bought Championship Manager 4 on eBay.  This is a fairly recent (the most recent being Championship Manager 03/04) installment in the exalted series of football management games by Sports Interactive.  The games are extremely addictive and marked by extreme attention to detail and accuracy of the game simulation engine.  I downloaded the CM2 demo around '98 and since then have been a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109018709505182386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109018709505182386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109018709505182386' title='Championship Manager'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-109018669655765290</id><published>2004-07-18T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T17:38:22.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First DJ Set.</title><summary type='text'>This Friday I played my first dj set in public.  This was at RICH, a weekly event at the Saveur bar/restaurant in DC.  I came across it recently and came a few times.  It's a pretty small crowd of techno lovers from around the DC area.  Soon they will be moving to a new venue.My set received good feedback even though I trainwrecked all over the place.  The setup was just too different from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109018669655765290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/109018669655765290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109018669655765290' title='First DJ Set.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108874395197263857</id><published>2004-07-02T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:52:31.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>footie madness</title><summary type='text'>Don't know if you are following Euro 2004 but you should have been.  It's total madness.  The heavyweights Spain, Italy and Germany don't make it past the group stage (along with perenial fuck ups Russia).  England and France get eliminated in the quarter finals and today the so far unbeaten Czechs fall to the Greeks.  The Greeks who have never even been to the semis of anything this big.  Noone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108874395197263857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108874395197263857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108874395197263857' title='footie madness'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108745619849239355</id><published>2004-06-17T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T03:09:58.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rise from your grave.</title><summary type='text'>The latest Stereolab album is wonderful.  I have heard about this band before but never checked them out but after hearing a few of the songs played on WMBC I had to hear more.  Now I am having dreams about mixing Margerine Melodie into something like Akufen's "Hawaian Wodka Party" and "Heiko Voss - I Think About You".  I think it could really work as dance music, especially with that warm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108745619849239355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108745619849239355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108745619849239355' title='rise from your grave.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108464868505097320</id><published>2004-05-15T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T15:18:05.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Infected Mushroom</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday, or technically today, I went to see (hear) Infected Mushroom perform live at Nation in DC.  I first found out about them around 1999, sometime after the release of their first album "The Gathering" and got even more into them after "Classical Mushroom".  However their next album "BP Empire" got mixed reviews and I never listened to it and by the time they released their fourth, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108464868505097320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108464868505097320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464868505097320' title='Infected Mushroom'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108464675084692592</id><published>2004-05-15T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T14:45:50.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Struck down...twice.</title><summary type='text'>Isn't it one of the worst things that can happen when a person you respect tells you the following "Ilya you are always whinging.  Go bother someone else.  Please."   Ouch.Then today I got an e-mail from the Floydian Propulsion Project guy telling me off for writing such a negative and misinformed review.  I suppose he has a point and I probably should tone it down somewhat.  When you do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108464675084692592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108464675084692592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464675084692592' title='Struck down...twice.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108382275480337937</id><published>2004-05-06T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T01:57:00.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dub Thee...</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, so from now on my artist/dj name will be Dexter DK.  Now I just have to write some bombing tracks and get some beat-matching and scratching (after all, what is a dj if he can't scratch...wooka-wooka) skillz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108382275480337937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108382275480337937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108382275480337937' title='I Dub Thee...'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108356551185540555</id><published>2004-05-03T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T02:29:31.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the greatest problem out there is that people take all this shit ( and I mean ALL) too seriously.  They take themselves too seriously, they take what they are doing too seriously.  "But Ilya, people are dying in Iraq, and there are terrorists...and...and...".  Why am I being "unreal".  What is so priveleged about this seriousness?  Does the President not breath the same air I do?  Why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108356551185540555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108356551185540555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108356551185540555' title=''/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108355865414189991</id><published>2004-05-03T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T00:35:15.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing about architecture.</title><summary type='text'>Don't you hate it when you read these music blogs and they describe these tracks for paragraphs, build these complex images that play out in your mind.  Then you listen to the tracks and they just sound totally pedestrian or boring or just not at all what you expected.  Of course occasionally you do get something interesting, but it makes you wonder if it's even worthwhile.  It sure is fun to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108355865414189991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108355865414189991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108355865414189991' title='dancing about architecture.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108347226235790804</id><published>2004-05-02T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T00:35:22.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dire state of filesharing</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I finally admit it.  SLSK (aka soulseek) is feckin useless now.  You sit in a 50 person queue only to move up 2 spots an hour?  Then the dude leaves...  It's very hard to get anything now.   I do not understand why.  I mean there are more people than ever and the bandwidth hadn't suddenly decreased, what's going on?  It's almost like we are back to 1999 or something.  I don't know if there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108347226235790804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108347226235790804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108347226235790804' title='dire state of filesharing'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108337772202730051</id><published>2004-04-30T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T02:30:56.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Daft Punk</title><summary type='text'>here's an approximate playlist of yesterdays show.  I tried an experiment in mixing disco and tribal techno in the beginning.  Didn't work out so well, disco IS a bitch to mix.*Musique - In the Bush*Jeff Mills - Native High*Gaetano Parisio - Southsoul Chapter 4 (I am warming up to this record, it can be quiet an effective piece with that disco essence while still remaining fairly technoid)*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108337772202730051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108337772202730051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108337772202730051' title='Radio Daft Punk'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108320834434934950</id><published>2004-04-28T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T23:16:40.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not dead.</title><summary type='text'>I am just very busy with my computer graphics, databases, networks and finite automata projects all due within two weeks.  This stuff leaves me so drained that I don't really have much time for anything else.  Be back when it's all over, maybe even have some screenshots of my graphics project.  Just trying to graduate here.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108320834434934950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108320834434934950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108320834434934950' title='i am not dead.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108234140414625742</id><published>2004-04-18T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T22:27:26.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>adult swim and great music.</title><summary type='text'>Something is very, very wrong when I only want to watch Adult Swim for half an hour.  The only thing on the schedule today that I am interested in is the new episodes of "Harvey Birdman".  That is still not bad, Birdman being the best show on Adult Swim after Home Movies.  I love the quick rhythm of it.  Everything is always moving, quick jokes come from all directions and they are not lame gags </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108234140414625742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108234140414625742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108234140414625742' title='adult swim and great music.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108224275479243356</id><published>2004-04-17T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T22:49:21.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once.Twice review.</title><summary type='text'>This is not a complete review since I did not attend the first night and the third night has not even happenned yet.The event was held at the Supreme Imperial which is located a few blocks from Lexington Market.  After we got there I tried to find parking and even though I missed like 3 parking garages, one of them almost directly across from the venue I parked at the University of Baltimore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108224275479243356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108224275479243356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108224275479243356' title='Once.Twice review.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108224007913203616</id><published>2004-04-17T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T18:18:40.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>discogs drama.</title><summary type='text'>So i've recently began reading discogs forums again.  Once again as forums never fail to do it reminded me just how hopelessly stupid people are.The story this time goes like this:Frankie Bones plays at the NASA Oldskool Night in New York.  Simon Reynolds (author of blissblog, "Generation Ecstacy" and famous music journalist) goes to that same night and gives Bones a bad review.  Frankie is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108224007913203616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108224007913203616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108224007913203616' title='discogs drama.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108191360398037523</id><published>2004-04-13T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T23:37:19.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oldskool mix</title><summary type='text'>I know I've been talking a lot about oldskool and there's a good chance some of you don't even know what the hell I am going on about.  So here is a pretty good mix from an American (!) DJ.  Some nice lesser known tunes too...not that I am the only expert in America or anything.I am slowly getting the tunage, now I just need the skillz.  Oh, and dig the total positivity of these choons!  If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108191360398037523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108191360398037523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191360398037523' title='oldskool mix'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108174883117960532</id><published>2004-04-12T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:51:03.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man, I am excited.</title><summary type='text'>Damn wtf...suddenly there's a shitload of great music coming around.  I know I already mentioned once.twice and buzz oldskool night and INFECTED MUSHROOM.  But what about Astral Projection (okay, I am not that excited about that) but how about Richie Hawtin!!!! (yes, his album sucked but he plays nothing like that in his dj sets).  Huh? Huh?  Now what?  Damn, I can't wait.The Infected Mushroom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108174883117960532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108174883117960532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108174883117960532' title='oh man, I am excited.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108174789840717140</id><published>2004-04-12T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T01:36:34.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More indecision.</title><summary type='text'>God damn it, as if the reports on the oldskool list weren't enough there is this.  DB is playing at the oldskool night at Cubik and apparently he tore the roof off the sucka at NASA.  Man, I am starting to reconsider.  I mean oldskool really IS my favorite music and even if it is a bit more pricey and far away, I have to hear it on a big system.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108174789840717140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108174789840717140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108174789840717140' title='More indecision.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108165624261976839</id><published>2004-04-10T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:07:54.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a musical rush</title><summary type='text'>F*ing figures that the oldskool night at Cubik (with the idiotic umlauts over the 'u') and the one night of the Once Twice Fest I wanna go to would be on the same day.  I picked Once Twice because it is closer, cheaper and because oldskool ain't going nowhere whereas new music is.  So next Friday I will see you at Once Twice enjoying the sounds of the Perlon label.Also, today I went to see "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108165624261976839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108165624261976839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108165624261976839' title='a musical rush'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108095423143742621</id><published>2004-04-02T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T20:07:32.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what bugs me.</title><summary type='text'>Just to give you an idea of the kind of shit that bugs me in my capacity as record collector:Plus 8 released a 12" with the Sonik Dub of Teste's "The Wipe".  This was about the only good track on this compilation I bought on ebay for the price of $10 (not including shipping) which is a lot more than what I usually pay (around $4).  The compilation was also probably the only place you could have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108095423143742621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108095423143742621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108095423143742621' title='what bugs me.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108095204767720909</id><published>2004-04-02T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T19:31:08.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering oldskool.</title><summary type='text'>"I have a theory that the reason Back-to-1992/1994/1997 is a necessity is that the culture is so quick and unreasonably demanding that a cooling off period, an appreciation of what Luke calls "half-life-culture" is essential to extract pleasure from what is otherwise lost in a blinding white light." (Woebot).  Too right.  It is incredible the amount of change that ardkore went through from '90 to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108095204767720909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108095204767720909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108095204767720909' title='Pondering oldskool.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108069220595203493</id><published>2004-03-30T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T19:20:22.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday. On my mind:</title><summary type='text'>Blogs are a bit weird because occasionally you want to say something about someone you know and not want them to read it but you have no control over that.  So one stays quiet.Lots of thoughts going through my head about the new Jeff Mills mix cd "The Exhibitionist".  I will put them down here eventually, expect at least several paragraphs of me spewing forth on Jeff Mills and his discography </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108069220595203493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108069220595203493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069220595203493' title='Tuesday. On my mind:'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-108036245702448929</id><published>2004-03-26T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:44:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring breaking.</title><summary type='text'>No posts because there is no motivation.  My parents left for three days to Las Vegas and I had the house to myself (and my brother, but he has school) which was pretty cool.  Spring break was completely unproductive, I meant to catch up on school work but instead slacked off.  Went bowling with Stu and Gary, rented a bunch of movies, saw "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" with Alex and his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108036245702448929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/108036245702448929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108036245702448929' title='spring breaking.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107974307676183278</id><published>2004-03-19T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:41:17.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>movie reading.</title><summary type='text'>Found an interesting reviewer on IMDB.  He does not talk about the usual things that reviewers do.  He is focused on the technical aspects as well as the deep meaning of the film as expressed by it's whole structure and not just the story.  I am not sure if this guy just appears to be deep or is that way and I do not agree with some of his movie valuations but it is good reading.Here's the link</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107974307676183278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107974307676183278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107974307676183278' title='movie reading.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107974288461796592</id><published>2004-03-19T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:38:05.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's show.</title><summary type='text'>Not gonna do an exact playlist but here are some records that got played:Redshift - Starbase EP (Surface Effect)Redshift &amp; Ultradyne EP (Surface Effect)Ultradyne - Unknown Works (SCSI - AV)Decal - Burn from the Inside (Satamile)E.M.S. - Colonized (Satamile)Scion - Emerge (Chain Reaction)Minus Orange (Minus)Model 500 - Interference (Metroplex)Planetary Assault Systems - Archives Vol. 1 (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107974288461796592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107974288461796592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107974288461796592' title='Yesterday&apos;s show.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107907451390938579</id><published>2004-03-12T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T01:58:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Show</title><summary type='text'>An old trance mix:* Union Jack - Red Herring - Platipus* ??? - Ambience 137 (from Secret Life of Trance Vol.1) - Rising High* Omicron - Symbolis - Instinct* XVX - Tempestada - XVX* Art of Trance - Gloria - Platipus* Microbots - The Age - Overdrive* The Hypnotist - Pioneers of the Universe - Rising High* Tata Box Inhibitors - Plasmids - Future Groove* Up Above the World - Trying to Reach</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107907451390938579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107907451390938579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107907451390938579' title='Today&apos;s Show'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107889545177699123</id><published>2004-03-09T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:39:07.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review Post.</title><summary type='text'>A review of the latest (somewhat crappy) crop of CDs that arrived at the station.  Also, introducing a rating system based on a scale of 1 to 5.  I tried to stay away from doing because a number cannot possibly convey what the album is like but then I realised that it is not always clear from my review how much I like the album.Pink Floyd - Floydian Propulsion Project**It's not really by Pink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107889545177699123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107889545177699123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889545177699123' title='Album Review Post.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107845395240502065</id><published>2004-03-04T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T21:35:33.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks show.</title><summary type='text'>I made a special mix for today's show, feel free to request a CDR copy.Here's the tracklist:* Jeff Mills - Axis 9 b1* Musical Mobb - Pulse X* Drexciya - Lardossian Funk* Patrick Coutin - J'aime Regarde Les Filles (Schumacher remix)* Vitalic - LA Rock* Aphex Twin - Untitled (some track from Analogue Bubblebath 3)* Der Zyklus - Elektronisches Zeitechno* Robert Hood - Underdog Overcome* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107845395240502065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107845395240502065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107845395240502065' title='This weeks show.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107828060416693588</id><published>2004-03-02T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:26:22.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting organized.</title><summary type='text'>I gave up and bought myself a dayplanner from Staples.  I already made two attempts at this.  In true style I used a little 3x5 notebook thingie and wrote down things to do there and then crossed them out when I completed them.  The problem was that it was really hard to write down deadlines since it was not broken up by date and that I kept losing the damn thing.  This time the distinctive look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107828060416693588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107828060416693588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828060416693588' title='Getting organized.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107785450639283203</id><published>2004-02-26T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T23:04:37.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Savers.</title><summary type='text'>Was trying to come up with rhyming slang for "raver" that would make sense in America (wtf are "cheesy quavers"?).  The best I could come up with was "electric shavers".For today's show I spun oldskool, tried to go for the slightly slower end of things, late '91 - early '92 stylee.  Here's an approximate playlist (with short comments):* Zero B - Lock Up (Monolith Mix)* Rhythm Section - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107785450639283203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107785450639283203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785450639283203' title='Life Savers.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107776569694673588</id><published>2004-02-25T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:24:26.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Movies.</title><summary type='text'>My favorite TV show is "Home Movies", a charming cartoon about a trio of 8 year old film makers.  The kids often act a lot older and yet they still do kid things providing an interesting insight into many things about life.  However there is no moralizing and no neat end-of-episode message to remember.  The jokes are not obvious and there are no one-liners.  Add to this the great voice-overs with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107776569694673588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107776569694673588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776569694673588' title='Home Movies.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107735005091593632</id><published>2004-02-21T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T02:57:19.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts.</title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't it be interesting to read a book or see a film where the storyteller lies to you?  It would probably work better if there were a couple of them so that the reader may realise that someone is lying.  I do not think I have ever encountered this technique.  It is pretty common in everyday life where people often exaggerate or even downright lie.  But for some reason we take everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107735005091593632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107735005091593632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107735005091593632' title='some thoughts.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107706159474816289</id><published>2004-02-17T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:49:13.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bill hicks coincidence.</title><summary type='text'>This posted by Heronbone "was very pleased to see that, as a direct result of my saying Bill Hicks is the closest thing i've got to a hero a book of his sketches, lyrics and letters is being released."  That's interesting, because that's exactly how I feel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107706159474816289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107706159474816289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706159474816289' title='bill hicks coincidence.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107706125796741443</id><published>2004-02-17T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:43:36.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainspotting.</title><summary type='text'>Just rewatched that movie a week ago.  I love that movie so much, that's why I bought the DVD.  It's great how the movie hits the highs and the lows, from violence to love making to embarasments to freakouts to deciet.  Spud is such a great character too.  Then I borrowed "The Acid House" which is a book of short stories by Irvine Welsh, author of "Trainspotting" the novel.  I highly recommend it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107706125796741443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107706125796741443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706125796741443' title='Trainspotting.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107647245894623242</id><published>2004-02-10T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:10:08.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Liebe.</title><summary type='text'>Of course instead of trying to figure out the completly undocumented Wild Magic library for my Computer Graphics for Games project that's overdue by a week already, I play Quake 2.  I am above average but probably not on the level of Chris.  Chris is Stewart's roommate and has a radio show on WMBC.I installed RedHat 9.  The default fonts in Galleon give me a woodie.If anyone wants some old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107647245894623242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107647245894623242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647245894623242' title='Computer Liebe.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107576921059987425</id><published>2004-02-02T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T19:49:08.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music in the car.</title><summary type='text'>I realised that music keeps me company.  I turn it up pretty loud in the car but I only realise that when I am driving someone else.  It becomes hard to have conversation over it.  But when noone is there it feels totally normal and I think it creates almost a physical presence.  It's a little bit reminiscent of when I was a child and I would walk down the stairs at night from my 6th floor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107576921059987425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107576921059987425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107576921059987425' title='Music in the car.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107576885284716421</id><published>2004-02-02T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T19:43:10.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why having long hair sucks.</title><summary type='text'>When it falls out you get these long hairs everywhere, especially after you take a shower.  Then it clogs up the drain.If you don't wash it, it's a lot more obvious.Drying it takes forever, so does brushing.You can't wash it before you go to bed or you'll wake up in the morning with it sticking out at weird angles.So I guess it mostly has to do with keeping it clean, though the falling out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107576885284716421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107576885284716421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107576885284716421' title='Why having long hair sucks.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107553577777344701</id><published>2004-01-31T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T02:58:32.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping democracy going</title><summary type='text'>I was walking down the commons today to buy a book for my "History of Jazz" class and noticed a table with a Register to Vote sign.  So I promptly did.  It's a pretty short form that only took about 10 minutes to complete.  So just like that I became a registered voter.  I wanted to register for a while, since I got my citizenship last summer, in fact.  I just wasn't sure how to go about it.  The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107553577777344701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107553577777344701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107553577777344701' title='Keeping democracy going'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107552816396908572</id><published>2004-01-31T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T00:52:10.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memory #1</title><summary type='text'>In the movie "week end" by jean luc godard (sp?) we see an interminable traffic jam.  It seemed unbelievable at the time I saw it, even though it's supposed to be a farce.  But then I remembered our family trip to Wildwood, New Jersey several years ago.  We got stuck in the exactly the same kind of traffic jam on a single lane road with the difference being that there was no honking and no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107552816396908572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107552816396908572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107552816396908572' title='memory #1'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107552424658078608</id><published>2004-01-30T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:46:20.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio show things.</title><summary type='text'>Kicking off the new semester in fine style at WMBC.  Here's the tracklisting for the first edition of "The Antidote" in Spring 2004.MC Serginho - Minha Eguinha (remix) (edited)Armand Van Helden - FlowerzArmand Van Helden - You Don't Know MeDeltron 3030 - meet cleofis randolph the patriarcheNoise Factory - Bring Forth The NoiseCosmo &amp; Dibbs - Sonic RushWiley - EskimoDahlback &amp; Krome - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107552424658078608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107552424658078608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107552424658078608' title='Radio show things.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107517250804287099</id><published>2004-01-26T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T22:03:56.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prerelease report.</title><summary type='text'>Strange things.  Last time we went we all finished with a 3-2 record, this time we all finished with a 3-1 record.  But whereas before none of us got a prize now all of us wound up with 6 packs which we drafted today.  In an even stranger turn of events my brother faced Edgar Chavez again and was defeated.  Then in the fourth round I too faced him (again) and was also beaten.  I will have my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107517250804287099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107517250804287099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517250804287099' title='Prerelease report.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107464683421917696</id><published>2004-01-20T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:02:34.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House music.</title><summary type='text'>Two compilations have been really rocking my world this week.  The first one is entitled "Theme from Radius" from Radius records.  Radius is a belgian label dedicated to reissuing italo-disco and this is the first compilation putting the releases made so far in a mix.  Italo-disco is the European take on disco that reached it's peak around '82-'83 and that was just as much a French, Belgian, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107464683421917696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107464683421917696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464683421917696' title='House music.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107396425140602858</id><published>2004-01-12T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T22:24:32.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kompakt shuffle.</title><summary type='text'>You know the Kompakt shuffle style techno?  It turns out that if you take a regular techno four to the floor beat and put it through an effect that adds swing to a pattern such as Hoester GrooveBox in Buzz, you will get that Kompakt beat.  Try it out, it's one of the presets.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107396425140602858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107396425140602858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396425140602858' title='Kompakt shuffle.'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107384317999167485</id><published>2004-01-11T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T12:47:25.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I confess about my more potentially embarassing favorite movie...</title><summary type='text'>Alex writes about his top movies of 2003 and Kill Bill is number 1.  While he is entitled to his own opinion and I cannot really tell what the movie means for him the "day-after-tomorrow fashionable and sexy without seeming hokey" reminded me of my own all time favorite movie.  That is "Hackers".  People just don't get that movie.  Who cares if real computers don't use 3D landscapes to display </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107384317999167485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107384317999167485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107384317999167485' title='Where I confess about my more potentially embarassing favorite movie...'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107376836913515367</id><published>2004-01-10T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T15:59:49.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Show</title><summary type='text'>The other day I saw John Stewart reduced to a bumbling fool by the aura of "hotness" radiated by Charlize Therone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107376836913515367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107376836913515367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376836913515367' title='Daily Show'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107354338253114663</id><published>2004-01-08T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T01:30:02.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundgarden</title><summary type='text'>Today took me to Elicott City for the first time just for the hell of it.  Antiques, antiques..."What the f*** do I know about antiques?  We rob post offices."  The whole town is a big junk store, at least the historic part.  It's like it is trying to sell itself off.  From there I went to Fells Point to check out the Soundgarden vinyl selection.  I was very surprised.  First of all, for some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107354338253114663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107354338253114663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354338253114663' title='Soundgarden'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6062927.post-107326933473491120</id><published>2004-01-04T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:22:33.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would rather watch japanese tv on an american set than the other way around</title><summary type='text'>Came up from the basement yesterday to find my brother watching "Most Extereme Elimination Challenge" on Spike TV.  This show once again proves the genius of the Japanese.  While we kowtow to men in suits who use the law to rip us off on a monthly basis (I am talking about the insurance industry) the Japanese fall of impossible obstacle courses and hurt themselves.  Yes, this show would never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107326933473491120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6062927/posts/default/107326933473491120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucrid.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326933473491120' title='I would rather watch japanese tv on an american set than the other way around'/><author><name>ilya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606177661615557126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
