Monochromatic Outlook

Last night I was chat­ting with some girl from Tehran and she asked me if I have many friends. I had to think about it, and sad­ly the answer is no. There are many many peo­ple who are good friends to me, and very few to whom I am a good friend.

This is sad because if I’ve dis­cov­ered even uncon­scious­ly that it’s eas­i­er to make friends than to keep friends, what kind of mon­ster have I become?

I detest … Read the rest

That cof­fee­grinder that was inside the microwave you gave me came in real handy today as I dis­cov­ered that the cof­fee I bought at the store last night was beans, not ground.

Now I have yum­my cof­fee, with fla­vor fresh­ly unlocked from the bean.

Heh. Yum.

TCS… Read the rest

Right now, allI can say is “hooray for birth­day presents.” The elec­tric throw blan­ket is the per­fect com­pan­ion to the Lev­enger lapdesk.Typing in bed with warm legs and a real sur­face for the key­board is just dreamy. I think the next test will have to be letter-writing.… Read the rest

I have a blis­ter on the bot­tom of my right foot now.… Read the rest

I was hop­ing for four miles today. Fake miles, even. On the tread­mill. Instead, I did three. Three miles in 28:45, which is not noti­ci­bly bet­ter than nine minute miles.

In a relat­ed mat­ter, I seem to be gain­ing weight like a mad­man. I’m up over 81 kilos, which makes me heav­ier than I’ve been since May or June of 2001.

The more self-esteem I gar­ner and the more atten­tion I get from women, the less … Read the rest

In an attempt to clean my apart­ment, I’m going through a box of papers and basi­cal­ly turn­ing it into anoth­er box full of papers, plus a trash bag and recy­cling box. Hope­ful­ly I’ll soon be able to take all these papers and file them or throw them away. What I can’t make an imme­di­ate deci­sion about should hope­ful­ly con­sti­tute a much small­er box than the one that’s been monop­o­liz­ing my liv­ing room, plus the goal is to get enough of … Read the rest

I’ve been putting up with bad phone wiring in this apart­ment for more than a year now, with a line split­ter stick­ing out of the one work­ing jack, and phone wires snaked across the floor into the liv­ing room and into the serv­er clos­et, where the DSL “modem” is. Well Christ­mas day I start­ed the wiring project and dis­cov­ered a cou­ple of things about the phone wiring here. That got me about halfway there. Today I got on hands and … Read the rest

It seems that some peo­ple are attract­ed to non-lin­ear­i­ty because deal­ing with the world in lin­ear terms is too dif­fi­cult. These peo­ple toss up their hands and give up, say­ing “hey, man, you can’t make those kinds of judge­ments. The uni­verse is all, like, abstract and stuff, you know? So like red light, green light, it’s all the same thing. Ril­ly mis­ter offi­cer you’re total­ly harsh­ing out my free­dom to under­stand the uni­verse as it speaks to me.”

Oth­er peo­ple are … Read the rest

Why is that? I just love watch­ing the rain come down and make thou­sands of lit­tle rip­ples in the pud­dles on the street. I only wish I could hear the rain­drops on the rooftop like I remem­ber from my youth, or from when I lived where I had a sky­light. It does­n’t even make sense. I just love it.… Read the rest