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Outlandish Uncle Josh

That's me (the bigger one) preparing to rock-out with my nephiew

What the shit is this shit?

It's an online, realtime, autobio site for me, Josh Koenig. It's the culmination of sorts for my performance training, armchair philosophy, and egotistical hubris. Basically, I've been inspired by the various "my life on the web" sites around the net, and I have the delusionary pride to think that my life, my (mis)adventures, and core beliefs might also attract the attention of wayward websurfers. Secretly, I hope that this will inspire and drive me to forge a more exciting and truthful existence.

While I do front-page updates pretty often, I don't think of this site primarily as a blog. I use b2 to power the front page, but I've tweaked it and I code everything else myself. My aim is to create a rich web of content, not just a daily journal. Kind of like a wiki and a blog combined, but maintained mostly by human know-how. I keep telling myself I'll code some really neat features someday, we'll see.

My blogger code: B6 d++ t++ k+ s u- f+ i- o+ x e++ l c--

Practically speaking, this website mainly serves as a nice way for people who know me to check in on what I'm up to. If you're one of those, just let me remind you that I love you and I'm sorry I don't send you more email or call more often. I'm trying to be better.

Lately I've been getting more into the idea of being an "instapundant." Mainly because I've got a lot of opinions on how things aught to be, and I want to be significant. That's a guilty desire, by the way, but you've got to appease the shadow side, lest it consume you.

Finally, be forewarned, if you're my parents, friends, or other relation, you might not like everything you read here. You'll get a peek at what's on the inside, plus a long look into the sordid underbelly of my life and times. I have some juicy stuff, online, so kids aughtta watch out. But it's all true, baby.

Tech Specs

  • This bad mammajamms was made on an Apple G4 Cube running Mac OS 10.1, unleashing the UNIX power and hooked to the hi-fi for audio inspiration.
  • Photos shot with my brandy new Fujifilm Finepix 2800, which is getting the job done nicely.
  • Major HTML coding was done with BBEdit, because I havn't learned emacs yet.
  • This site is powered by Apache and PHP, Images edited in the GIMP (Free software, baby) and occasionally with iPhoto.
  • It's hosted personally at neureal.com (Bargan basement but not too bad)
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Trips

Trips in Space and Time 8/02/03

Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.

After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.

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