Wednesday 19 February 2003|
The phone is out in my room, so I guess this stuff won’t be posted until tomorrow.
So I pad down to the hall phone and ask the front desk what’s going on. She tells me that everyone’s phone is out. Does this make sense to you? I only caught the irony of it coming back to the room. |
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Ah crap. Microsoft Buys Virtual PC, Virtual Server Products From Connectix[by way of Computerworld] Well, here’s hoping for the best.
Plus, micropayments (what Scott McCloud has been after) from Ron Rivest, a founder of RSA, developer of various cryptographic and steganographic algorithms.
“Content is no longer free.”
Sounds ominous, neh? |
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Wallace Shawn is a poet? I thought he was
I would like to hear Shawn’s poetry, but truly, poetry about or against war tends to be off-putting. Like Yeats said. The only poem that moved me in this regard that leaps to mind was Henry Reed’s “Naming of Parts.” |
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Saturday: completely and absolutely failed to meet Yen, Armi, and John to see the movie I skipped seeing with Matt Thursday on account of I wanted to see it wit’ da cozzes, see? Stood outside the theater; went inside the theater; made threatening voice mails to Yen; stalked the mall; stalked the bookstore and Apple Store. I met them after the movie, after pacing in the freaking mall for two hours like a freaking teenager. Menlo Pizza and Sub (as I have said before, the best pizza in Jersey) afterwards, then back to the mall again. John is a show-off, attention-hungry, but who wouldn’t be, with a mothe—but I digress. Perhaps I should have asked him to come over. No. Yes. I should have. I should have. Gack. Gack.
Armi or Yen: “Lola calls you ’Lan and him ’Dward.” Sunday: Father “Fast” Freddie is hampered by the High Mass choir. Fifty minutes, perhaps longer. Homily: the Greek word for “moved with pity” is a much stronger expression, more visceral, apparently. Snow! Snow! Snow! More snow! Buried alive in snow!
Monday: Snow! Hauling snow off our cars. Shoveling the stoop. Shoveling the pathways. Too powdery for a snowball, but we manage to get each and every one of us soaking wet. This is Carmina’s first snowstorm, and despite getting the worst of it from Edward, she had tons of fun. Hours of shoveling. Despite wanting to take a vacation day, am nagged into working. I answer e-mails, I plan performance scripts, I write up some Unix scripts to automate conversion of capture files to an easier-to-modify form. Corporate trainer? I wish! |
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