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| Friday, February 22nd, 2002 |
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For the record I enjoy memes. My ideas are sometime goofy, but strong meme reinforcement as a youth made them that way, not me. And viral ideas want to bone me. Possibly self-referential journal posts too. |
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| Saturday, February 16th, 2002 |
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Drinking my latte. Not quite awake yet. Much limerick-making fun was had on #insub last night. I'd post them, but ummm... I'll let hep post the ones that she wants... 8-) We dropped off the final deposit on our new place yesterday. We're shooting for moving in the first week of March. My biggest question right now is about the net hookup. We have two friends in wireless distance, and we have talked about just using one fast net connection and doing a neighborhood network. The only problem is a big duplex-house-complex-thinger between us and one house. I looked at the make-your-own-with-a-Pringles-can YAGI antenna kits, but I believe those need line of sight to work. Robert Cringely just posted a story about how he bounced a signal off a tree using a homemade repeater thing, but we don't know anyone in the neighborhood to bounce off of. We'll see. Should be a fun project. Today I get to clean up the outside of the house. Our landlord is already showing our current house and we want to make it look somewhat good for him, since he's been a good landlord. (My definition of a good landlord: we bill him for anything we fix and he doesn't complain, and we haven't seen him since we moved in.) Lunch with the #insubbies tomorrow, and cheryl leaves for Palm Desert to visit the folks. I'll be a bachelor! I can.... play Final Fantasy all night long! 8-) |
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| Thursday, February 14th, 2002 |
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| I got half my braces off today. The doc took the brackets in the back off. Next, I get the rest off on monday. Yay! It's been just over three years, so I'm excited to feel my teeth again. Coincidentally, Cheryl got her invisiline braces put in today, so now she gets to suffer for the next year. ALSO, Alannah is teething. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT. | ||||||||
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| Tuesday, February 12th, 2002 |
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Argh, went to the opthamologist today and got a check up. My eyes are dilated so the computer screen seems like it's out of sync. Can't focus. I can see that I'll get a LOT of work done today... Cheryl and I got our new place in Cupertino, just a rental, but we will be a block from our best buds The Quills. We're working out all the details, but hoping to move in the first week of march. |
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| Saturday, February 9th, 2002 |
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Internal mood lights for cars. This will be just like the neon lights under cars, and will appeal to the same crowd. I will replace the normal roof lights in cars with dimmable lights with replacable cellophanes in a variety of i-mac like colors. What teen boy wouldn't like listening to Marilyn Manson in his car with an evil green glow on his face? What mall chick wouldn't like driving around with a dim golden glow? Highway regulations may be a problem here, but I bet if the light is dim enough it would be ok. |
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Yesterday was Cheryl's birthday. I made her a Filet Mignon dinner and gave her a peppermint foot rub. She said it was the bestest present ever, but I think she was secretly hoping for a diamond the size of an orange. 8-) Anyway, I LOVE CHERYL!!!! I could tell the embarassing story of the surprise party I threw for her on her 30th birthday, but I'll hold back since I should be nice to her.... |
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| Monday, February 4th, 2002 |
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If you are a sci fi fan at all, you must browse this site. http://rinkworks.com/bookaminute/sff.sht Sample: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy http://rinkworks.com/bookaminute/b/adams.h |
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My idea for the day: Laughix, the funny distribution of Linux. Just like Linux, only with more humor. Proof of originality: http://www.google.com/search?q=laughix&hl;=en Expect my IPO soon. |
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So it's monday morning, I've got a presentation and a backing document for the presentation that are supposed to be in final draft form for review today, and instead of finishing them, I made the mistake of popping in FF:X "just for a minute".... whoops! Oh well, it's just a draft, I'll beg forgiveness... 8-) I have this vision of myself at 80 years old fighting the great-grandkids for time to play on the Playstation version 15. |
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| Saturday, February 2nd, 2002 |
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OK, so I've got the best idea ever. The OPT-IN Phone. Here's the idea: When someone calls, the phone won't ring. Instead, it will go straight to a recorded message (from you or from a computer voice). The voice will say: "Hi, this household does not accept telemarketing calls or (place your phone call restrictions here). Please add us to your do-not-call list. If you agree to terms and wish to continue this call, press the 1 key." After that, your phone would start ringing. Your friends could just hit 1 right away without listening to the whole message. This should be a piece of cake to implement. I'm on my way to a million dollars, bay-bee! 8-) |
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| Thursday, January 31st, 2002 |
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   IRC Spotting That is all. |
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| Wednesday, January 30th, 2002 |
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We're going to apply for a rental house tomorrow, so I made a quick description of our cats and thought it would be fun to do it in resume format. So, without further comment, I offer a resume for our cats. http://www.projectjellybean.com/images/c |
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| Tuesday, January 29th, 2002 |
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Speaking of poems, I'm rereading a Charles Bukowski anthology called "Run with the Hunted"... it's awesome, just right for my frame of mind at the moment. I found this great poem in there that really struck me: The Blackbirds Are Rough Today - Charles Bukowski lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug selling dailies on the corner. taken by tears like an aging chorus girl who has gotten her last check. a hanky is in order your lord your worship. the blackbirds are rough today like ingrown toenails in an overnight jail--- wine wine whine, the blackbirds run around and fly around harping about Spanish melodies and bones. and everywhere is nowhere--- the dream is as bad as flapjacks and flat tires: why do we go on with our minds and pockets full of dust like a bad boy just out of school--- you tell me, you who were a hero in some revolution you who teach children you who drink with calmness you who own large homes and walk in gardens you who have killed a man and own a beautiful wife you tell me why I am on fire like old dry garbage. we might surely have some interesting correspondence. it will keep the mailman busy. and the butterflies and ants and bridges and cemeteries the rocket-makers and dogs and garage mechanics will still go on a while until we run out of stamps and/or ideas. don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors. |
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OK, as promised, this is the poem we read at Devyn's funeral. In Blackwater Woods - by Mary Oliver Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is nameless now. Every year everything I have ever learned in my lifetime leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss whose other side is salvation, whose meaning none of us will ever know. To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. |
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It has been a strange day for me, I've been distracted and I haven't been able to get anything done. Our daughter Devyn died three years ago today, here is a picture of her grave: I have mixed feelings about this. I'm very sad about it, of course, but I have a nagging feeling that Cheryl and I should get on with our lives, but right after that comes guilt about leaving Devyn behind. We've got a wonderful daughter in Alannah, but it would be wrong to think of her as a "replacement". She isn't. Devyn was an individual person. I don't personally believe in the idea of a "soul" or an afterlife, but I do believe in the buddhist concept of life as a stream, and life as an intertwined web. When you die, your body ceases to live, but you don't cease to have an affect on the world. Other people's memory of you continues to have an effect on them, and they continue to affect the rest of the world. So, in that sense, everyone continues to live after death. Given that, Devyn definitely continues to influence us and our friends. A friend of mine in Toronto called up two weeks ago and remembered Devyn's birthday coming up. We had not talked for eons and I was really touched. We had close to 100 people at her funeral, we're very lucky to have such good friends. I feel stuck in a rut. We may be moving soon to be close to some good friends in Cupertino. Moving is always a great opportunity to make a change. We're looking forward to it! I've got a poem that we read at her funeral that I'd like to post, but it's at home, so that will have to wait until later. |
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| Monday, January 28th, 2002 |
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| Blogger, my usual weblog service, is moving towards a far too expensive and restrictive pay model, so I'm trying out livejournal for a couple of months. Hi to all the LJ'ers from #insub and #sfrivethead that I already know here... | ||||
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relieved.
aggravated.
devious.
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