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Monday, July 22, 2002    permalink
All Your JPEGs Are Belong To Us

Okay, this is just too goddamn much.

This company is now claiming to have the patent on all JPEG technology (you know, the compression algorithm that most photos on the web use?).

Here's a response from a member of the JPEG committee.

[via Applelinks]

3:25:54 PM    please comment []

Things We Didn't Know

Believe it or not, we didn't know about anorexia nervosa. That's why, at age fifteen, I was capable of totally misunderstanding what was going on with a girl a year ahead of me in high school.

I also note my fascination with the "cool" girl, JK. I truly felt that she was somehow unreachable. I wonder whether I wasn't simply a bit attracted to her, as well. She reminds me today of "Rita" in Mulholland Drive, which I watched last night with my friend D.

1:44:31 PM    please comment []

Sad

The Conversation went about as I expected. Except B- claimed that he had been clear about not wanting a relationship.

By my memory, that's inaccurate. He told me he was confused and needed time to process. I told him to take his time. That was the last I heard about it.

Whatever. It's over. We'll see whether a friendship can be salvaged. In any case, he doesn't know what he's missing.

Once again, I behaved impeccably. But sometimes it seems the only ultimate consolation in taking the high road is that you experience your pain at altitude.

I used to do everything I could not to cry, as I felt it showed weakness and that other people would know they had power over me. I've modified my thinking, and now I allow myself to cry and even to be seen crying. (As a child, I don't remember anyone ever comforting me when I cried ~ though they may have. I remember being told that it wasn't so bad, or that crying was for babies. I also remember hiding in the bathroom to cry, but wishing someone would find me and comfort me. It never happened.) Crying is still hard for me.

1:11:16 PM    please comment []



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