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Friday, March 15, 2002

Things To Do This Weekend:

Browse at a local bookstore.
Offend people while eating at the Japanese restaurant.
Talk about Design.
Hoist the Jolly Roger, plunder booty and play pirate.
Become a Mad Scientist and destroy the world.
Make sure that the "God Kills a Kitten" graphic gets forwarded to Nick.

11:20 PM PST (link)

Master Of Disguise.

01:34 AM PST (link)

Thursday, March 14, 2002

Three Point One Four One Five Nine Two Six Five Three Five...

See how crazy-busy I am? I nearly missed National Pi Day! Need help remembering our irrational friend to useless levels of precision? Try this:

PI
Now
I even I
Would celebrate
In rhymes unapt
The great immortal Syracusan
Rivaled nevermore
Who in his wondrous lore
Passed on before
Gave men his guidance
How to circles mensurate

And I may have linked to it before, but this poem still amazes me.

You can probably guess what I'm having for dessert tonight.

04:50 PM PST (link)

Wednesday, March 13, 2002

Vegetarians Are Funny.

No, really. Even if some of our cartoons may be a little flat. While I appreciate the strident effort it takes to live Vegan, you have to appreciate the kind of people who like to tell you exactly what you're eating.

11:01 PM PST (link)

Tuesday, March 12, 2002

Cool Breeze On The Rocks.

Kind of a rough morning. I've been interrupted approximately every 35 seconds since I got to work, which when combined with my already gnat-like attention span means I'm barely a third of the way through the minimum amount of work requested for our 4pm review. I've had to recode demo pages, call IS to get my email turned back on, fix computers, field phone calls...basically everything except work on my project. I need some lunch.

I manage to hit both the bank and Walgreens on my way. I'm walking down the street with my Vitamin Water, and I'm feeling sophisticated and modern. I'm feeling like I might actually make it once I get some food in me. I'm starting to feel efficient. I'm starting to feel breezy and carefree. I'm starting to feel...a cold breeze...? A stranger walking towards me stifles a laugh. I look down. Oops. Zip.

On the days when it all seems the most futile, I must remember my motivation.

02:29 PM PST (link)

Sunday, March 10, 2002

Anniversaire.

Well, I had thought about celebrating the "observed" one-year anniversary of this site with a redesign, but I'm still in Photoshop. And I'm rapidly running out of time before we mosey up to San Rafael to catch The Galaxy Girls show. So instead, all you get is a little something from the Flintstones. (1.2mb MP3)

I'm also debating what to do with my diary, the one over there that I haven't updated since last month. While I like having two different kinds of writing, it's obviously been difficult for me to write anything there in the past few months; maybe it's the size of the entries (about 1000 words) or maybe I've just been a little more private than usual. I enjoy writing here, but by design these entries are more superficial than the diary entries were. Do I close the diary and move those sorts of entries over here? Perhaps. It's not a decision I need to make immediately, but still something I'm ruminating on.

As well as what I haven't been writing about, and why.

05:58 PM PST (link)

You Remember Moscow...

"The problem with using your life as material for your art is that eventually you run out of stories." I love Laurie Anderson. She's one of those artists who's expressed things that I feel at just the right time. Her latest show, Happiness, is in a lot of ways, Laurie telling stories about telling stories. She asks if what we do for work is who we are; how what we say we are becomes what we are--sometimes at the cost of the truth; dealing with things, real and illusory, which are gone now in America since the World Trade Center fell; and looking at our struggle to find the value in anything (or, if you prefer, everything), from work, to sex, to love, to money, to our sheer existence.

Since I know the Roommate was interested in this: I actually saw both her shows in Berkeley this weekend, and indeed the script was identical for both. Her music (which was amazing all on its own) was a little different in each, though. (The Boyfriend pointed out that she had to change a (data) CD in the middle of the show. "She wasn't even playing!" he joked.)

03:30 PM PST (link)