Showing posts with label Musings about the internets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musings about the internets. Show all posts

Friday, July 18, 2008

The Chocolate Milk Song

Utefans.net has added music files of the songs & cheers the band commonly at Ute football games. Laura has been laughing at me this evening because the music makes me nostalgic for Ute football, and I have been smiley tonight. (I miss going to the football games with you dad.) Just forty-two days to kickoff against Michigan at the Big House!

For years I tried to figure out the words to "Metallica" a/k/a "The Chocolate Milk Song," but I could not figure it out. All I knew was that at the end the band pointed at the visitors' section of the stadium and shouts, "Your mother will pay!" The rest was a complete mystery.

Now that I know what the band calls it, finding the words was an easy search of the internets away! Next time you're at the old Utah football game with me, join me in this cheer:

I wish I had some chocolate milk.
My cheerios don't taste the same.
I wish I had some chocolate milk.
Too bad that milkman never came

I can't go to the store.
I'll just wait till mom buys more.
I just have Wheat-Thins and beer.
If I get sick then the toilet's near.

YOUR MOTHER WILL PAY!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Meet Hot Christians Online Now!

It comes as no surprise to me that advertisers use software that searches personal profiles for information to better target their ads. I'm male and I'm protestant. But honestly, who thought it would be a good idea to create an ad with scantily-clad, buxom women and declare that these "Christian" women want to meet and/or talk to me?

The ad in question takes you here where there are decidedly less-buxom, "Christian Spicey or Sweet" models pictured. You can "search and view thousands of Christian singles free" there.

If only there were an actual building that Christians could go to in order to meet one another . . .

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Word of the Day: Homophily

I was introduced to a new word today, and fellow logophiles might enjoy it: homophily. It is a word for the idea that people group themselves with likeminded people, or "birds of a feather flock together. I heard about it on On the Media which is my favorite radio program. Listen to it here:






I really like this word because for a while now I have been puzzling over the success of Fox News. No one I know really takes Fox News seriously, and in my circle of friends, it is a bit of a joke. And I cannot figure who these people are who are watching Fox News. Don't they know how obviously biased it is? But of course I chose my friends, and my classmates chose the same school as me. The Fox News watchers chose their friends and their jobs too. These days most everyone spends some amount of time on the internet, but once again, we all chose where we go, what we read, and what we listen to.

Ethan Zuckerman's blog about homophily is where On the Media got the idea in the first place. He has some good ideas about how to seek out new ideas.

Apparently, sociologist have been studying homophily for sometime. I thought it was a neologism, but apparently the word has been around since the fifties. (I suppose, depending on your perspective, that words coined in the fifties are neologisms.) The word did not catch on much then, but because it is possible to choose to only get news that confirms one's own world view, the word is making a comeback.

Read the New York Times article written back in December 2006, which points out other ways that homophily works: Amazon recommends books based on what people have already read and people like their dates more when they have a lot in common.

I never really believed opposites attract . . .

Wednesday, June 25, 2003

The Beginning

I'm not even sure what I'm doing here. I justed started and I don't know that this will have a rhyme or reason to it. I'm a rather introverted person so it's hard for me to just vent without having a stimulus. It's a somewhat exhibitionist activity to just post your random thoughts without concern for who will read them. So much for catchie beginnings for me . . .