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family visit

my parents, little sis alisha and brother david came to see me in boston mid february. they all stayed in the little room i built, and i took the pool table. it was great to see them, especially alisha, though i’m not sure that i love her just because she’s my sister or if it’s because she’s such an attractive sister. my parents behaved themselves and didn’t press the topics on which we disagree. thanks dad. they apparently thought my kitchen was gross, so they scrubbed it down, and my mom rearranged it all so she could cook loads of wheat pancakes which i’m keeping in the freezer and then toasting to have with peanut butter and honey. thanks mom. here are pics of us doing bostony things. i think the most fun part was playing DDR at good times.

You’re out of touch. I’m out of time.

“But I’m out of my head when you’re not around.”

i noticed just now how i get socially weird when i haven’t had time with friends for a few days. last night with some sculers watching the worst star trek episodes ever helped cure my socialitis.

bye nosepicker.

thoughts at 30

i was giving my little sis some of my general “what’s important when you’re older” perspective when she was visiting. the residule conversations that echo in my head made me realize that certain skills i’ve developed and time investments i’ve made in the past have become more potent to me in the current state of my life. i have a list i’m happy about and some that were either a waste of time or have caused long-term bad habits. after turning 30 and moving to a new place, my time has been spent differently… less time chasing girls, more on various projects. more time with science and art, less with media consumption. less time pondering what others think of me and more time being who i want to be. (i also realize how boring my self-centered musings are, even to me.)

so, now i’m wondering what i want to do now to impact what i’ll think when i revisit this line of thought later in my life. (doing some thinking about thinking)

/blah blah blabbidy blah

thought of the day

better safe than sorry
but better yet informed than blindly over-cautious

i already forget the reason i thought this.

oh, and….
this site is fun.

There was a young girl from Rabat,
who had triplets, Nat, Pat and Tat;
It was fun in the breeding,
But hell in the feeding,
When she found she had no tit for Tat.

His critics insist that Obama
Is Muslim, like evil Osama.
Well, they don’t know their biz;
For if that fellow is,
Then so is the damn Dalai Lama.

There once was a gal from Peru
whose limericks stopped on line two.

it’s not even midnight??

…. that was a nap?

= |

that’s what i get for going to bed early

tell me about your childhood

i grew up in small-town sheridan, oregon and then moved to santa cruz, ca for several years (for school and discovering the real world) before moving here around boston (work and geek/bike life). there’s a little more to it, but i’ll save it for another post.

i end up telling a quick synopsis of my life until now fairly often in conversation. i’m not sure if it’s because the information is pertinent or if i just like to talk about myself or if i want to compare and relate to others and how they have come to be at that place, being who they have come to be. maybe it’s a topic for old men to reminisce over while sitting on a porch watching younger lives run by. it’s certainly not a standard subject in the average, casual party-with-drinks-while-playing-the-social-game situation. i’d like it to be. if i could hear this from new acquaintances, rather than the filtered, narrow projection of the person, i would probably feel a greater commonness with them, and there might be less need for the guarded positioning we usually exhibit within the social game.

heh, maybe soon, with such abundance of personal information available, we’ll walk up to someone, automatically identify them via their RFID, display an expandable point-list of their public info on our HUD and immediately judge their stereotype according to the metadata. i guess we’ve always done that up to a point from their clothes and other affectations.

::notices a stranger across the room::
::thinks “cute” and walks up::
::glances at collected data::
“oh… sorry…. too similar to my ex. nothing personal.”

or another likely common scenerio

::strangers walk within proximity but not directly facing each other while waiting for data on the other to arrive, each is pointedly aware of purposefully indirect focus of the other::
one says, “hi, i’m amy.”
the other, “hold on…. … sorry, i have Sprint…. just a second more….”

qotd from douglas adams

“Come,” he said, sweeping through the door to where Miss Janice Pearce sat glaring at a pencil, “let us go. Let us leave this festering hellhole. Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable. Let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not in fact eff it after all.”

– “Dirk Gently”, “Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency”, by Douglas Adams.

all hail kate mills

that girl is way too fantastic for me. i hope she’s finding some other fellows to amaze than my unappreciative ass.

she made me an audio biography… a two disc compilation. she knows i like to hear most about me.

</cry type=”happy”>

make audio

i just played around with an audio app (after not doing so for a long time), and i felt a surge of motivation. my head wants to make audio. … or maybe it was all the rice and MSG.

my life will change now that i have a rice cooker

went to the super 88 market over lunch to get bulk noodles and MSG (in some sort of soup base). i was compelled to also buy “Seafood Flavored Indispensable Condiment”. picked up the americanized = overpriced sencha loose green tea. …. and a rice cooker (!). it seemed spendy for a pot that heats stuff up, but after reading more about how smart it is and flexible, it seems perfect for me (no more leaving burners on while my mind wanders elsewhere. i have been spending way too much on food for being so content with anything edible (~).

::edit:: no rice tonight. there were worms in it.