About james

hoyden will follow the free tendencies of desire hoyden is a pill dropped in a glass of water hoyden is an illusion on a surface of memory hoyden is a finger resting on the controls of a broken machine hoyden turns as she pleases toward all horizons hoyden is perfect sadism, at least as a method hoyden is a beautiful chimera hoyden crouches to intercept shadows hoyden is not in the habit of saluting the dead hoyden will always find buyers hoyden is at most a thinking reed hoyden writes sad and ardent love letters hoyden is a door someone opened hoyden is a dark intention hoyden never waits for itself hoyden leaves an exquisite corpse

Update

Posted on May 14, 2012 by james

I’m typing this from my new iPad and can’t help but wonder what the next cool thing will be. I must admit that the auto-correct on this is kinda neat.

I haven’t written here in a while. I’ve been busy creating a retail store. Its been exciting, fun, Scary, humbling, nervewracking, and exhilarating. I am looking forward to each day now wondering what new discovery I will make – even if it’s a setback discovery. The setbacks are just frustrating challenges that I know I’ll find solutions for.

So, this is a somewhat disjointed update from my touchscreen iPad.

I think I want a keyboard.

Sisyphus

Posted on February 22, 2012 by james

It’s no secret that I consider myself Agnostic. And if you want to get really technical about it, I suppose I’d be considered more of an Agnostic atheist, although I do still identify as a Unitarian Universalist. (yay “free and responsible search for truth and meaning”) and dabble with my Jewish history (I like Hanukkah 😉 )

I’m reading Camus essays “An Absurd Reasoning: Absurdity and Suicide” – a sort of prelude to “The Myth of Sisyphus”. I haven’t looked at this book in years. The last time I picked it up was probably in 1998. Oh, I’ve flipped through it a few times over the years, but haven’t really given it much deeper thought. But now, as I read this first essay, I can’t help but wonder: if there is not some greater meaning, then what a cruel joke it is for us to have the capacity to wish for, yearn for, desire greater meaning. What is it in us that creates this terrible thought and desire?

It would be easy to say that God did this to us for some <quote Bible here> reason, but that to me seems just as ridiculous and vague as the idea of us longing for meaning when there is none. Camus calls it Absurd.

I wonder if Douglas Adams was right? In which case, I need a better calculator.

Battery box and shift linkage

Posted on January 31, 2012 by james

A couplea days ago a friend came by to help me out with the battery box and shift linkage. He’s an Engineer and welder – good combo.

He took them both and worked some magic. Instead of welding the battery box to the frame, he welded on some metal (you have to say “metal” like “MEH-TAL! “) and tapped a couplea screw holes in there so now it’ll be mounted with screws instead of solid.