July 20, 2002


Everyone go to DanePetersen.com and sign his guestbook, because his guestbook is very, very lonely and empty and Dane Petersen will cry if you do not sign his guestbook.

That, and how cool would it be if us Minnesotans (et al, indeed) absolutely DOMINATED his guestbook? Tell your friends! Tell your cousins! Tell people in Kentucky! Do your good deed for today, and then fill Dane Petersen’s guestbook!

July 14, 2002

Thermodynamics, Evolution, God

Ok ladies, this one is for you. Gentlemen may participate as well, but understand that your conditions will be a bit different. The mademoiselle that can write a satisfactory answer will win my heart. I have now chosen to date in essay form.

Consider the second law of thermodynamics, which states (to paraphrase) that as matter and energy are transformed from one to the other in a closed system, there is always a loss to the surrounding environment. This is wasted energy, and while it is not destroyed it cannot be reintroduced to the original system.

For example, my bottle of Sobe Energy drink has been sitting by the computer for two months with a few ounces of fluid left. Carpets of mold have started growing on the filmy surface. Now, as the mold digested the tasty morsels of my Sobe it converted matter to energy, but not with 100% efficiency. Some heat escaped the Sobe system as the mold grew, contributing to the general disorder of the system. This disorder is quantified in the term entropy, as studied in Mandan cabin. Order (a clean cabin) can only be mantained by adding more energy (yelling at kids) to the system.

Now consider evolution, which operates as a really big moldy system in a really big bottle with lizards painted on it. Evolution depends on an increasing amount of order in the system. A certain amount of energy would be required to simply maintain existence, but the progression of evolution would require a steadily increasing amount of energy.

Question: Does the second law of thermodynamics demonstrate that a guiding hand (God) is necessary to maintain the order required to sustain evolution? Why or why not?

This is a fun, fun question to entertain while driving down a sweaty road listening to funky Galactic. People look at you funny. Then they look away. Far, far away.

Road to Perdition

To quote:

The new gangster Tom Hanks movie Road to Perdition is chock full of hateful main characters and dry plywood cut-outs! An hour of strained story building with no character development! Michael Sullivan shot a man! Sullivan shot another man! Sullivan wants his son to grow up to be a newspaper columnist that only shoots people on the weekends! Sullivan shot a large group of mans in the rain! Was he right? Was he wrong? Who cares! See it anyway!

End quote.

The film begins with a wake, which is a horrible place to try and introduce characters. Dripping with solemn faces and forced happiness, trying to realize characters during a wake is like trying to read a book through a glass of motor oil. Perhaps this was their point, to stress the fa�ade that the gangster path puts on life� but this point should never be made at the expense of developing main characters. Mother and son soon got shot in the face, and I simply shrugged my shoulders. Without proper introductions they were reduced to scenery; a backdrop against which the story could take place. Since the entire movie is based on their deaths, I would think the filmmakers would have taken a bit more care in making the event more pivotal. My only thoughts were: Mom won’t be helping Michael jr. with his math, anymore. Well, at least no one will mistake the boys for one another. One has black hair, the other is a bloody mess.

Maguire the death photographer/hit man was an awesome character, and a story about him would have been much more interesting than what had becometh. My friends insist that everything I liked about the photographer came from Jude Law, but I must disagree. Bribing the police for a photo-op, suffocating the dying rapist, framed pictures of death hanging in the living room� the writers had a fun time creating and developing this character, in striking contrast to the strained cut-outs of Mr. Sullivan and Michael. They gave Law something beautiful to work from; a perk that was not presented to Hanks, whose acting everyone is raving about. Good job, Hanks! They gave you a flat character, and you kept it flat! Let us shower you with golden statues molded in your sullen likeness!

Speaking of ugly, Michael jr. is foul looking kid with no personality. All we know about him is that he’s bad at math. Character-driven storyline, indeed. The audience develops little love for him (as well as his brother, mother, father, and any other person in the movie), as his character is not sufficiently developed. Yes, yes, yes, About a Boy had an ugly urchin child as well, but at least he grew under your skin and killed a duck. In Perdition the boy is just a slouching turd that learns to drive so he can rob banks. And he’s too fat. No kid could get that fat in the 30’s, and never by filling up toast.

The toaster in the Sullivan residence was too old. I recently picked up a 1925 Toastmaster, and the family in Perdition had a model that appeared to be from the late teens. Yes, it is the Great Depression, and yes most people would be happy to warm their sawdust cakes in the scorching prairie sun, but this is a gangster family. They got the money, honey. The Sullivans would definitely have had a new toaster, and not some sissy-ass one slot model. They knew their toast, as they are seen eating it at every breakfast, with a metal cereal box on the kitchen table that says (in part, as the kid’s ugly head is always in the way) ‘Toast-‘. Besides the toaster, the rest of the film looked remarkably accurate, and I am an authority to say so because I grew up in the 30’s and I know so much about the 30’s and ever since Pearl Harbor the movies have become living and breathing history lessons!

Oh. The music was splendid.

Did anyone else notice how the beginning of Perdition was remarkably similar to Spiderman? I didn’t notice, but a friend brought it to my attention:

Who am I? Do you really want to know? My name is Michael Sullivan, jr. I whooped it up with my gangster papa for six weeks before developing superpowers and saving Chicago from the Green Capone.

The story ran so many clich�s it ground my teeth into a fine powder. Mr. Sullivan didn’t have a father so he was taken under wing by old man Rooney, who he joins in his unpleasant business of transporting bootleg whisky and shooting men in black coats. Whenever a lot of people need to die it rains (just like summer camp). Auntie May has a summer home on the lake where we will hide. Father and son didn’t get along until unfortunate events spun them together. Genetically modified vampires tried to take over the city but were stopped at the last minute by Wesley Snipes carrying five silver-bullet shotguns duct-taped together.

Wait, doesn’t silver only kill werewolves?


July 4, 2002


I’ve tried two entries today. Neither worked. I zapped both. My writing is dangerously out of practice. It makes me wonder how shitty my saxophone playing will be by the time fall semester starts.

This is what one calls a slump. I will attempt to reverse the trend by reading voraciously.

July 2, 2002

Weekend Setlist (abridged)


Camp Ihduhapi (4:15 pm)> Robbinsdale> Pump ‘n’ Munch T-Shirts> St. Louis Park> Hopkins> Email> Taits’ House> Nerd Grouping> Don Pablos> Cup of Cheese> “Mexican” Dinner> Nightfall Studios> MGM Liquor Warehouse> “You look 15,”> “Your underwear is showing,”> Party at the Petersen’s> Little Canada> Gas Station> Synergy with Dan Kachingwe> Stargate> Chillin’ in Front of Planned Parenthood (11:45 pm)>


Erik’s “Power Hour” (12:05 am)> Dancing with Lovely Ladies> Hopkins> Bed (2:30 am)


Call Mark (7:30 am)> Errands> Duluth> Wendy’s> The Wisdom of the Postmaster> UMD> Planetarium> Mark’s House> Lester River> Cliff Jumping> Grillin’ Brats> Up North Shore> Campfire at Stony Point> Duluth> Erbert’s and Gerberts (11:30 pm)>


Canal Park (12:01 am)> “Hot or 12?”> Bed> Wake> Positively 3rd Street Bakery> Granola> Two Harbors> Granite Gear Factory> Silver Creek Cliff Tunnel> Trespassing> Tent Caterpillar Crushing> Duluth> Ramen> Park Point> Lake> Frisbee and Hotties> Mark’s> Hwy 35> Hopkins> Internet (8:30 pm)