GPOY

by Marc Kevin Hall on July 19, 2014 · 2 comments

in Blogging,Brainfeed

GPOY

Every night when I’m putting on my CPAP mask I think of Dennis Hopper as Frank Booth in Blue Velvet. This rather defeats the mask’s purpose of helping me sleep.


  • [NB*: GPOY is shorthand for "gratuitous picture of yourself." It's Tumblr-speak.]
  • *NB is an abbreviation for the Latin† nota bene, or “note well.”
  • †People who insert Latin into stupid photo posts are unbearably pretentious. As are people who resort to using dagger symbols to explain it.

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My first Maryland crab experience.
I’ve lived in Maryland for almost three years, and never had crab boil. (In fact, I don’t even know if that’s what it’s called, but let’s pretend.) Last night at a corporate dinner we were served a couple of bushels of steamed crabs and given wooden hammers — carefully branded with the Hyatt logo — and told to have at it.

In truth, I wasn’t impressed. Not that I didn’t like the taste, because they were good. I just prefer not to have to work quite so hard for my dinner. But if was fun to see my frustrated coworkers taking hammers and beating the ever-lovin’ hell out of some coincidentally-named crustaceans.

Oh, and I’ve been told that crabs are only good when eaten out of a paper sack with friends, while drinking beer. So I may yet give them another try.

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skull-profile---plainSome of you may have noticed an uptick in the number of posts coming out of Hidden City. I’ve started an experiment to help me keep track of topics of interest to me, some of which may also be of interest to you. I use several services to collect and share information online. Two of the main tools are If This Then That (ifttt.com), and Pocket (getpocket.com). IFTTT excels at taking information from one of my feeds — Instagram, for instance — and saving them somewhere else — like Hidden City. I constantly come across links that look interesting on Google+, Facebook, Twitter, mail lists, Hangouts, et cetera. Since I have not yet found someone who is willing to pay me to read nonsense on the web, I need a place to save them for later. And oddly enough, you may share some of my peculiar interests. To this end I’ve created a new section on Hidden City: Brainfeed. You can subscribe to it with whatever program you like, or just visit the page. It”ll be a sporadically published highly eclectic stream of stories about weird science, gadgets, interesting photos, human interest, and anything else striking the rather large target of my fancy. These posts will not appear in the regular Hidden City feed, which I am trying to keep focused on the more personal essays and stories which have formed its heart for the past decade. For the moment, anyway, the Brainfeed items will show up in Facebook:  Hidden City and Tumblr’s Curio City (and the Hidden City Twitter feed, if anyone is following it any longer). If you find this useful, let me know, and if you have suggestions for ways to feed my brain, so much the better.

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Fireflies

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Sometimes, when the events swirling around me threaten to become overwhelming, I force myself to take a moment to clear my head, to pause, to reflect. In spite of the complexities of the world and the naked aggression of modern culture, we live in an age of wonders. For less than $10 I can take […]

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The instruments of my creation; not merely of the creative act, but of my eternal re-creation. I am defined by the stories I tell, and the audiences to whom I tell them. The distinction between tale and teller can be dim and shadowy. Things change, as do we all. New cards? New me.

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It’s good that they set the bar to entry so low. I mean, there are current members of Congress who might need to provide proof that they are indeed dead, and not merely in session.

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In which our narrator finally reappears, makes some excuses, and sets a new direction for his nearly abandoned City. Where have I been? Going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down across it, I suppose. I’d claim to have been off somewhere living my life, but any long-term readers here would […]

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