1.30.2006

» You've heard of the 'aha' moment? How about Microsoft and IBM's 'uh oh' moment? | Between the Lines | ZDNet.com

» You've heard of the 'aha' moment? How about Microsoft and IBM's 'uh oh' moment? | Between the Lines | ZDNet.com: "But now, somewhat out of the blue, comes a blog entry from TechCrunch's Michael Arrington (the one that inspired me to write this one) that spotlights the upstart of a new cottage software industry (replete with a listing of providers): AJAX-based calendaring systems. This week, he's writing about SpongeCell. "

1.21.2006

My free thursday will destroy me

So as my schedule is now, i have monday and tuesday night classes, class all day wednesday, nothing on thursday, and a friday morning class. And I work tuesdays plus one other day.

And i am having the toughest time getting into this semester ever (although as i write this i am doing my first ever humanities critique and blasting the faint, of course).

So this was the first Thursday and I though id use it as an excuse to see a bunch of people I havent seen since i got back. I had a long list of things to do and appointments to keep, and i brought with me a few papers to read in my messenger bag.

But first i had to go to the doctor in the morning. So, it turns out I cant see doctors. Since one ruined my life and I never really dealt with it, its all just a disaster. I went to the doctor, started crying for 2 hours, got into a fight with him, and bought a pack of cigarettes. Seriously. Worst ever. And then three perscriptions are added to my bag.

Then I went to school to do dreaded office hours, work on my dreaded C&S. I went to the library and thought id pick up my math book on reserve while i was at it to copyt he homework. Of course, it wasnt on reserve and it was non refudable at the bookstore. Sigh. So i went gathering sources, looking for some journal called "Science as Culture". I ot the call number, went ot look, NOT THERE AT ALL. I go to ask the sweet old librarian and she says in a hushed voice "its in the crazy secret socialist library." THE WHAT?! Yeah, she says between swearing, hidden on the 10th floor of Bobst is a secret socialist area. You need to ring a buzzer to get in (noting irony 1). I go there and give her the call number for the book. "We dont use call numbers" she says. "What do you do," I reply, "Just put all the books into a big pile so they can feel like equals?!" And then i couldnt take the book anywhere, but of course they had no photocopier. They had the magic bookscanning spaceship. Seriously, this things was unreal, but awesome. Although didnt take a copy card and she didnt know how to use it. So i had to pay for figuring it out. Though highly entertaining. it has feaures that erase your hands from holding doen the book. It senses how lare the book is and condesed the print to fit the page. Brilliant. Or except it will sense you being near th book, so in practice you need to hit the print key and run away from the machine. Seriously. And then 700 pages are added to my bag.

Then I got with Kathy wedding dress shopping, at a bridal place and Macy's. This was super fun, I very much like Kathy, who has the amazing quality of trying on a dress with a huge train that makes her look like a princess while simultaneously pretending to gag, and somehow not look at all absurd. But those bridal places are crazy, you can only try on 7 dresses, you cant know the style number, cant take pictures, and it basicly like 1984. Which led to many jokes about touching a dress having it count as one of the seven, which the salesperson did not appreciate. And then a complexion brush (?!) was added to my bag. And some lipstick.

We then went to play raquetball. So i was already entirely discombobulated, and knew i would suck. and did, but it was still fun. Until i smashed myself in the face with the raquet and gave myself a fat lip!. Ok, actually, it was still fun. I returned my raquet and stuff to daphnes, and julia and i tried to think of creative things i could say about my lip. She decided i should say that a pigeon hit my face. I said i didnt want to be the victim. she said i could say it died. Awesome.

Then I went to a dinner party at Bill and Reesa's new house. Which is great but on the 6th floor. I iced my lip with 4 vodka tonics. We had a great time or course, i really like their house and as if to disprove all our accusations of massive gayness, bill has built a loft with a rusty saw he found on the street. And they leant me a camera, which i put in my bag.

Now its 11:30, im drunk, dirty form the day and raquet ball, have a fat lip, and still not really over the crying episode of the morning. I got to watch the Tivo'd OC, and Dave being Dave, i proceed to walk in the door of his 5th floor apartment and have a breakdown. And then I drink more. When i finally leave at about 1, i walk out and check for my keys and THEY ARE NOT THERE. i call marc, whos out being drunky marc, and ask if i cant perhaps stay there. Then i go back to daves to lok for my keys. But hes turned off the phone and gotten into PJ's so im just knocking at the door for ten minutes until he hears. Keys are not there, they are in ELJ office. I debate sleeping at Dave's, which gives me a shot at going to class tomorrow, vs. going to Marc's penthouse. Who the fuck cares about corporations anyway?

I take a cab to marcs, we sit at the window, have a sess, listen to some great music, then i pass out in teh master bedroom with a view of the entire city. Incredible.

1.18.2006

Loosen the Chin Straps - New York Times

Loosen the Chin Straps - New York Times: "Floyd's Barber Shop, a hipster outlet in Denver's edgy Capitol Hill neighborhood, Justine Gallagher, a stylist, said she would clean up Plummer's beard around the edges 'so he doesn't look like a recluse who just came down from the mountains.'"

1.15.2006

it is no way humanly possible to attempt to quit smoking when Bettis fumbles like that.

Shout out to my dad who rebutted my desire, stated in the first quarter, for the Steelers to utterly dominate the Colts, by saying "but imagine how amazing it would be if it comes down to the last play of the game and the colts miss wide right!"

1.12.2006

MSN Encarta - The Ten Toughest Schools to Get Into

MSN Encarta - The Ten Toughest Schools to Get Into: "10. Brown University (Providence, Rhode Island)
Brown's famous 'do-it-yourself' experience makes it 'an Ivy League education without the pretense,' which attracts a broad spectrum of 'bright freaks' to its doors. If opening those doors is a feat, so is flourishing without rigid structure. It takes 'incredible maturity' and focus to 'balance all your courses and choose the right ones.' The university, however, prides itself on 'helping undergrads achieve their utmost potential.'"

1.11.2006

now with carrot cake

1.10.2006

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1.08.2006

everythings cuter in canada



















Again a testament to how law school has destroyed my soul. Granted this is with the caveat of no more tour and all, but my last two vacations (discounting chicago) have been to an island beach (thailand) and to a ski resorts (Whistler, as part of a longer road trip). Both of these experiences were amazing, but if you knwo me they go against *against everything i believe in*. Im a person who cant relax, who cant handle silence, yet i spent two weeks on a beach in thailand reading crappy fiction and getting a sunburn. So this time around, since everyone on the pgh was a little too lackadasical for me, I decided to roadtrip with frank from LA to Seattel for new years. Which was like winnign th elottery, a happy little bonus in that all the time ive known him, ive never spent that much time with him in a row alone, and it was awesome. he's the silliest ever, anal, but silly.

So after our chest bumping foosball victory in Seattle, I went to canada with Daphne. Vancouver is like everything I thought California would be when i moved there. Then we went to Whislter. And aside from being intimidated by the fact the mountain was about nine times higher than Killington, it was also a mountain without that entire "winter country club" asthetic of New England Ive always hated. It as just chill. People wanting to ski and coming from all over and enjoying everyone else. and we had an awesome rental apartment with a bbq and an outdoor hottub in the snow.

and now i want to go skiing at the less intimidating Bellayre.

1.02.2006