January 2002 Archives

more morning changes

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so we now have two running puters in the house - the old one is now in the living room & has been designated the little guy's very own computer. now, my first stop of the day is always email & a few weblogs, so morning computing is something my son is very familiar with. this morning, after we got him dressed, instead of tuning in to nickelodeon or disney channel, he turned on his puter.

today the adventure with ethernet hubs begins. hopefully (i think i figured it out) the reason the dsl modem failed to see the network adapter is that i had first switched the dsl over to multiple computer support -- i think it was trying to look for it over the doesn't-exist-yet network. i hope. that would make it easy - just plug, set up DHCP, & away we go, theoretically.

in any case, the boy requested a piece of danish (hasn't started asking for coffee -- yet), & sat down at the keyboard. poked around a little: �mommy? i don't have the internet yet?� poor kid. i hope i can get this network thingy running today.

i never thought it would happen this way. i mean, there were settings & shit, right? there were technical hurdles to be overcome, arcane help files to decipher. i should be fuming & muttering cross words under my breath. but no.

as it is, i got home, plugged cat 5 into the two puters & the dsl modem, plugged all three into the hub, powered up the puters, & i now have two computers on a network sharing a dsl line.

all i can say about this is, telocity's enhanced dsl service rocks my world.

may i bum a cigarette please?

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first of all i'm not doing that well on the not smoking issue. i haven't had one today but i am decidedly homicidal & the drama of trying to install the dsl on the new computer nearly drove me to hysterics. oh my god. but let's not dwell on the fact that i suck at things like network adapters. i see one. my computer sees one. my dsl modem does not. thankfully there is USB to the modem too. however i had to sacrifice my cool new USB keyboard & hook up old fashioned mr. grunge here, just to get on the internet. wait, this is dwelling, isn't it?

ok (breathe) you know what? the new puter is yummy. it is quiet, & so fast. & you know what else? it smells heavenly. like a new electronic baby. oh my yes.

i'm probably going to get some cigarettes tonight. i don't think the combination of my current hormonal condition, the impending installation of a network hub to get both puters on the 'net, & quitting smoking, is wise. not wise at all. i'd rather take minutes or even hours off my own life with a few more cigarettes than take years off of someone else's life if they happen to piss me off at the wrong moment. like if they came in the kitchen & caught me sniffing my new puter & maybe mentioned that that looked weird... that would do it. that would indeed do it.

it does smell incredible.

a little change in the routine

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usual morning: get up, get kid dressed, get coffee, sit down at puter, smoke cigarette. no less than one, no more than 2 cigarettes in the morning, then i leave the pack at home & go to work. i do know that i go all day every (week)day without a cigarette, but i make up for this in the evenings, sitting on the computer, especially chatting.

well last night i ran out of cigarettes. i was fine up until i started chatting. chatting is similar to alcohol & coffee in that it causes me to reflexively reach for a smoke. well i didn't have any last night, & i somehow managed to focus on the fun at hand & not chew my fucking fingers off. ok, i did break down & beg one off of the frito nazi but he was none too happy about it. i made it last.

so this morning there were no cigarettes with my coffee. insead of gnawing on my fingers i am typing this & chewing some nicotine gum that we had laying around the house. it's minty but nasty.

this does not constitute a commitment on my part to actually quit smoking. but, the thought is there.

what have we here?

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here are some boxes. they contain a case, an 815 somethingorother motherboard, a 1 gig PIII, 256 megs of ram, & a 40 gig hard drive. tomorrow, these things will be assembled & brought home, along with an old, small, monitor that can be hooked up to this current (nothing really wrong with it it's just old) computer here, while its lovely dell trinitron monitor will adorn the new machine.

TCO = $0.00.

update on the cigarette thingy -- i was cleaning off the puter table & throwing away old cig boxes & shaking them, one had something in it which turns out is 4 cigarettes. not even too stale. so, i'm not quitting tonight.

news & weather

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my son came to work with me today, he was rather unimpressed with my pet, albert. �it doesn't do very much�, he said. he poked at it for awhile, & looked at me strangely. probably it is not good for a child's sense of security to find out mommy's gone mad. he took it pretty seriously though, & later on observed that �pets need toys�. so we let him hang out with the little green intel guy. they seemed happy.

albert seems to think just not eating him isn't enough. he thinks i ought to start exercising, & probably quit smoking again. he's really becoming quite a pain. *sigh* he's right though.

in other news, i really liked the bugs on this truck.

& now for the weather: i went outside & had this curious sensation. it took me awhile to place it but i finally realised it felt just like standing in front of an open freezer. impressive clouds billowing all over the place but a big clear patch with a huge, full or almost-full moon. gorgeous night. the forecast for tomorrow is: snow.

losing my religion

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rainy sunday. new design for surreally (courtesy of bakiwop) ready to be templated & the move made to MT. motivation struck early & faded fast, as it became more & more apparent that even without importing the old entries, it's still one helluva lotta work. it's already afternoon & chris is home because of this weather & my son wants the computer (always these days) & ... more excuses, got 'em around here somewhere.

such tasks need to be attacked with almost religious fervor. if i lose focus or get sidetracked during the process, it's so difficult to get back into it. & i'm afraid from the get-go that if i don't get it all put together before i lose track of my focus...

perhaps i should stop sabotaging my thought process & get to work. i love this new design so much.

i hate netscape

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so i had the first couple of pages (the main page & the individual entries archive pages) all up & running so nice. oh, i was a happy camper. & then i fired up netscape, & whatever additional stuff i put in between the original design & the MT interpretation, completely hosed it in netscape 4.x. completely. hosed.

so i was going to have the new surreally up tonight & now i think i'll just have some wine & mutter extremely vile words under my breath & fantasize happily about inflicting unspeakable horrors on the stupid netscape programmers. i'm also considering being mad at those who grimly cling to this disaster of a browser. get over it already!

the new site is up at surreally main site. fuck netscape.

anyone wishing to form an angry mob & track down those responsible for this netscape shit can email me.

it was nineteen seventy, i think probably, five. i was sound asleep & i mean sound. the doorbell might have rung but that sort of thing never intruded on my teenage sleep. my parents were on one of those trailer vacations & had left my young party animal self home, so i was most likely more than tired. it was early.

urgent knocking at the window. it was ron. now, ron was my high school sweetheart & the source of my elton john fanaticism -- his taste in music was much better than my own, john denver addled proclivities ever were. in any case, it was him at the window.

he, his parents & brother out in the cutlass, picking me up to go wait in the line for the tickets. early in the morning, bay area-type cold, i remember that line. i remember being among the last few dozen that scored the tickets. yesssssss.

fast forward to the concert. oakland coliseum, nosebleed seats. sit down, smoke doobies that were so badly rolled -- i'm sure we were barely stoned. i remember the overwhelming sensation i had when elton took the stage in his sequins & feathers, & the music. i remember thinking that i was in the same coliseum with the greatest human being that had ever lived. yeah, i was probably stoned. but let's face it -- seeing elton at the height of the seventies, glittering & young & utterly perfect for the age...

i have not very many memories of that time. i wish i had more, because they were perfect.

delightful afternoon

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instead of going to the beach or anything strenuous like that, my daughter & her friend edie & i went to daughter's boyfriend's apartment & raided the liquor cabinet. we had margaritas & listened to a great new mix cd that she had, & talked about life. we talked about relationships, having children (she wants to wait till she's 30, so i'm still quite far from gramma-hood), disorderly eating, life, the universe, & everything. well maybe not all that much but it was a blissful afternoon.

after i got home & got done grocery shopping & whatnot, i fell asleep on the couch for a good three hours. apparently i was somewhat fatigued. go figure.

the pictures are posted here

pointless whining

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i had this entry written but it was quite whiny & had no point. i worked till two AM, i am too f'in old for this, blah blah.

working till 2 feels much worse than partying till 2.

the popcorn is still there. it mocks me. yes, that pic is crappy but too tired to care.

i'm done

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it is so friday, it's not even funny. i worked myself silly this week. i still have things work-related i could do, but i'm not going to do them. i'm giving myself the rest of the day off.

so, i'm off to see the daughter, & then whatever, who knows? i suspect we'll head downtown & wander, that is always wonderful. i will take pictures.

i have almost three hours of free time. free. ahh, there is is -- a little smile. later!

all aflutter

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for some reason, there it is, beside all those giants of the web -- slashdot, mefi, plastic, disturbing search requests -- & surreally? whoa. ok, so it's an honor just to be nominated, & a thrill to be in such heady company, & kinda fun to be the longshot.

the 2002 bloggies

hey, if you happen to be there, note that miguel, D, melly, & hoopty (among others i'm sure, that's just from a cursory glance while at work & clicking away when people walk by & feeling guilty because i'm really under the deadline gun here &...) right. back to work with me. (oh, the popcorn is still unopened)

the standoff

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yesterday the Charles Chips lady came. my boss of course asked me what i wanted & i politely declined. he insisted again & i declined again, less politely. he came back with several bags of goodies, including a large bag of gourmet popcorn. & i was hungry. i had brought good, though unexciting food to eat, plenty to sustain me for the day. & let me say right here that i love caramel popcorn with almonds, cashews, & pecans. love it. but there are 10000 calories & untold grams of fat in that bag there. as of the end of the day, an uneasy truce prevailed between me & the bag, which was still on my desk. i know that if it goes anywhere, it will only be as far as the goody drawer (which is another reason most of my pants don't fit -- there's a damn goody drawer). it will mock me whether i can see it or not, with its unopened, crunchy goodness. actually, i'd rather have it out in the open where i can keep an eye on it.

i see this bag of crisp, caramelized, delectibly nutty popcorn as the symbol of the struggles between me & food that have made me so miserable anytime i happen upon my favourite pair of jeans, which if i were foolish enough to try to put on, they would not come up past my thighs. i've had it with that. the popcorn will not win. nor will the honey roasted cashews that lurk in the drawer. the crackers, i may have a few of those with my sensible pasta. but just a few.

writing the storm out

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i am not easily overwhelmed, but it's been an emotional train wreck of a week for me. this culminated last night in a round of wine-box draining & some emails that had me wishing for the "unsend" button this morning. i even hid them from myself, deleting the sent items & clearing the deleted items & emptying the recycle bin & defragging the hard drive... well, almost. anyway.

this is not the sort of thing you tell people casually & i feel very questionable about posting it. one of those conversation stoppers, you know. makes people say oh, i'm very sorry to hear that, while backing away slowly... well, almost. anyway.

last sunday, the twentieth of january, 2002, would have been my son Alex's 18th birthday. instead of spending the day in quiet reflection or something, i was out having the time of my life. i would like to say it was my way of flipping the bird to death & loss but in reality i feel just a wee bit guilty. the way i feel every time someone asks me how many kids i have & i don't include Alex in their number.

so, my joyous sunday was more rollercoaster than any ride could have been. on the way down, driving the beautiful coast highway, �southern cross� came on the radio - that song brings back the time of my daughter's birth, & Alex was only 13 months younger - they would have been such good friends. i... have to stop this now.

i have been emotionally raw all week, because i couldn't get this out of my mind. now i'm raw & hungover (actually, that's pretty much passed, thank goodness). i'm hoping posting it will help it settle back into the background; i know that writing this was instrumental to the initial healing. writing always is.

which animal are you?

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The seahorse is the only creature where the male becomes pregnant. The female inserts a nipple-like appendage into the male and releases her eggs into his stomach. He then discharges his sperm over them, and once the eggs are fertilized, his belly takes on the rounded shape.

For the mouthbrooder catfish, which lives off Mozambique, fertilization takes place in the female's mouth. She releases her ova into the water and then turns round and swallows them. When the male swims by, she opens her mouth to swallow his sperm as well. The young fish remain in the mouth until they have absorbed their egg yolk.

Since the female bedbug has no sexual opening, the male drills his own vagina, using his curved, pointed penis as a drill. The male then inserts his sperm and the blood-sucking female feeds on some of it when blood is in short supply.

The female praying mantis eats her partner after sex. During copulation, the larger female hooks her deadly arms around him and begins nibbling away at him, but his sex drive is so strong that he can carry on even while being eaten.

The male swamp antechinus, a mouse-like marsupial from Australia, is the only mammal which dies after mating. The males dedicate their lives to a round of non-stop copulation until they literally drop dead. The majority die of starvation because they have no time to feed between sex.

work, work, work

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i love my job. i just don't like the people i work for.

case in point: yesterday i divert from standard sackcloth & ashes procedure & wear (gasp) lipstick. first thing he says, oh you must have had fun this weekend, you're wearing lipstick. whatever. today it's back to the raggedy, ungroomed look.

case in point: today, boss sends me this article: Mayhem at Cybercafes Shakes a town in California (NY Times article, may require signup). i am chuckling defensively at the line �But it was the murder of Mr. Ly that brought the confluence of gangs and computer games � once the province of harmless nerds � to a dangerous level� when the discussion turns to gangs & boss goes on about the blacks always being in trouble. how it's in their culture. he has a problem with (non-caucasian) ethnicity in all its forms (except �the asians�, whom he appreciates for their cheap greymarket computer parts, although he often mocks their accent after getting off the phone with the order department).

he was going on about What We Should Do About These coloured Folk when i noticed this, in the article: �Most gangs are Vietnamese, he said, although there are many Koreans and Hispanics in the area, which includes the enclave of Little Saigon in Westminster.� so i'm not sure how he got to ranting about the blacks. maybe he saw one on his way to have coffee with the xenophobic old white men's club that meets at the donut shop every morning, & it upset him.

i suspect he masturbates to pictures of john ashcroft. more likely, he masturbates to pictures of me [shudder]. at one point i had a point with this. then i had to click away & recreate it all out of the various rants in my head at the moment. it's too early to be PMS. whatever.

never mind all that. i just got a particularly frustrating ODBC connection up & running & it's all about loving the job. sports club site is at a point where i can take a breath or two, so i'm posting this. loving my job. loving my job.

what i did on my sunday vacation

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i went to the Santa Monica pier with some friends. we went to lunch at a place with really cool sinks. later, my son found the ferris wheel somewhat stressful.

as far as pictures, well, i don't have very many, & this morning i've not a lot of time for words, but invoking the standard pictures/words ratio, i can say i've done in excess of 5000 words on the subject, right?

bloggers in santa monica

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i had so much to write, i was thinking about it the whole way home, but i was much too tired when i got here (around 7, i stayed quite a bit longer than anyone else because my son wanted to ride the rides, & leaving a beach at sunset when it starts getting cold out is a bad traffic decision). so i just woke up. & i'm going to bed again soon.

it was a wonderful day. absolutely wonderful. i've seen one of the pictures already over at jon's site & i'm beginning to dread the rest. there were more pictures taken of me yesterday than in perhaps the last four decades, put together. there is a reason for this (not photogenic).

did i mention how much fun it was?

& now she's mad

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my daughter is upset with me. the party she invited me to ended up being tonight, not friday. & the plan of her & her boyfriend picking me up changed, so that he wouldn't have to be the designated driver yet again. we would take a forty minute or so bus ride & then walk the rest of the way, which happens to be an extremely long, extremely steep hill (then take a taxi back). it's good exercise, she said. no doubting that. however considering that i have been quite sedentary recently, the consequence of this �good exercise� would be that i would be intensely sore tomorrow. so, i asked chris if he'd give us a ride, but he was fixated on the fact that the party was not at the restaurant she worked at, but at her other part time job, which is in a private home. �so why should i drive you to some man's house�... moot point anyway, my son was already asleep.

this pisses the daugher off. we had plans, etc. yes, but now those plans involve me walking a good mile up a steep, steep hill to hang out with people i don't know. sadly, this caused said plans to fall by the wayside.

in other news, the real focus of this weekend is meeting bloggers in santa monica. i am prepared. i had to buy a shirt or two, do laundry, find my nice fanny pack that has a wide strap that's perfect to also hold the camera (being hands-free is so crucial when having a crazy four year old in a place like the santa monica pier). i'm pretty neurotic about going far from home - even though i rarely stray far from home, i always have a blanket, some towels, a hand crank radio, change of clothes, a rain poncho, & various other supplies always in the trunk. i have to make sure i have enough of my stuff with me. i'm pretty attached to my stuff. & i have to be able to be comfortable, if �something� happens, not sure what, so, i have to be prepared. i never feel prepared enough.

not going to let my neuroses spoil this though. i've got everything all ready already, so i'm cool. & very excited about it (wow, it's not even tomorrow anymore, it's TODAY).

i can't sleep.

adventures with the daughter

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i'm sitting here enjoying my first beer of the evening, a newcastle this time (payday=splurge). why so late? well, truth be told, i'm not feeling all that well.

it started out innocently enough. had to pick up the daughter at a health food store. we weren't a block down the street when she pulls out this bottle, which she assures me is something that is so good for me, i must have some. she fills the dropper full of liquid & i say, oh, you're going to put something under my tongue (the way with most nasty-ass herbal remedies). she says no, on your tongue. it's good, she says. she squirts it in the back of my mouth & says, urgently, swallow! swallow!

it burns, i say. IT BURNS. what the hell is that stuff? welllll, she says, it's onions, & garlic, & horseradish. oh, i can taste the horseradish, i say. she continues, & haba�ero peppers, in cider vinegar. ARGHHHH, i say (keep in mind, i'm driving in evening traffic). she goes on to prattle about how it cures warts, poor posture, cancer, ingrown toenails, oh, i don't really remember what all it cures, because at the time, i was gasping for air, clawing at my throat, & trying to negotiate a left hand turn into the bank parking lot in traffic.

as i get ready to go into the bank, she's got another dropperful ready. NO, i say, i have to be able to think in the bank. when i return, she reassures me that the second time, it's not as bad. might i add that this is simply NOT TRUE. this time, there's more of it, & it squirts right into the back of my throat. this time, my eyes are tearing, my ears are ringing, & yes, i'm driving. she asks offhandedly if i retain garlic odor, & tells me rather smugly, that she does not. it makes your breath stink, she offers helpfully. yeah, like i didn't know that. this is breath that you can taste all the way to your toes.

by the time i drop her off, i am still burning, sniffling, watering, & huffing for air. fifteen minutes & two errands later, the burning is beginning to subside, & i'm burping noxiously. strangely, i'm craving some more - perhaps it's that rush. as i complete my errands, doing my usual singing along with the radio, i notice that my vocal range is quite a bit deeper, which might have sounded nice had i not been so phlegmy.

i get home, munch some extra strength antacids, wolf down my fast food burger without being able to taste it at all, & curl up for a nap. i wake up, headachy, burnt out, almost hung over. i think energy is one of the things it is supposed to give you, so i guess that craving was some symptom of the comedown. probably why my daughter was telling me she drinks it all day long -- it's liquid crack, is what it is. & it BURNS. but, it does have a nice rush.

traffic

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my linklist (see link on the right, under heading �love�) has grown greatly recently, & not as much as it should, considering. i know there are places i haven't linked, that i should.

these days, my time is pressed. short bursts of linksurfage are squeezed into the hectic schedule of having actual work to do at work & sometimes home, & my ever increasing duties as webmistress of this domain. many things fall by the wayside, & i regret each & every one.

so, if i have not linked you & i should, please email me. i shall add you post haste. i do intend to integrate the linklist so that there is no more separateness between the designations of �daily or thereabouts� & �as often as possible�, since what i surf these days are the links from my comments, the referrals in my logs, & the short list of people that are in neither, whose sites i am compelled to visit anyway.

on a not-so-side note, i am utterly content with my referrer logs. utterly. content. the googlebot does not love kd: a blog, hence i find that all the hits my obscure little personal journal receives are from links.

in my hitwhoring days, i once got thirty six hundred something hits in a day, during the period i spent pandering to those seeking jokes about a certain much-reviled terrorist. this was an excellent source of the attention known as traffic. at the time it was thrilling, but the traffic these days is much more satisfying.

anticipation

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i don't get out much. i mean, i really don't get out much. i go to work, i go to the grocery store, sometimes the bank, & occasionally the gas station. i travel the world on my DSL line every evening, & that seems to keep whatever wanderlust i have at bay. plus, the logistics of leaving the house are daunting, & there is the inevitable conflict of opinions. i just don't see anything improper in a parent wanting out of the house every once in awhlie. i guess i just don't get that. whatever.

so it amazed me the lack of objections i encountered when i broached the subject of the not one but TWO plans i have for this weekend. tomorrow night, my daughter & her boyfriend are picking me up for a party that her work is giving. she's always trying to get me out of the house, & she gets very fussy when i tell her i �can't� go somewhere.

so i already had this party in my mind when the subject of meeting some bloggers in Santa Monica came up, & i leapt at the chance, knowing full well that i'd have to get it by the powers that would be. i broke the news all at once, over the phone, & it went surprisingly well. i have the permission! *sigh* over the fact i even had to sweat that.

so this weekend, i take my son to the Santa Monica Pier & get to meet my very first bunch of bloggers -- i've never met anyone from the internet & this is just as exciting as can be. couldn't ask for a more interesting bunch: Skits & her hubby Francisco (aka madflava), Jon, Ezrael & his girlfriend Tara.

i can't wait.

i give thanks

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so today i got a mail from Mike of TripleB telling me that MT has a form so that people who wish to be notified when i post can enter emails themselves! it's over there on the right, & by golly, it works!

thanks, Mike!

i am trying to figure this out. what it is that motivates people to push food on someone who has stated, repeatedly, that they are trying to lose weight. (she says, as she decapitates another chocolate covered cherry & catches the first few drips of filling on her tongue).

i am talking about these individuals who won't take �no, thanks. no, really, i don't want any.� for an answer, & proceed to place a container of something completely fattening & utterly irresistable within close reach. (she says, as she nibbles at the chocolate shell, then licks out some of the gooey filling & admires the glistening cherry within).

i am thinking that it's something in the upbringing. perhaps they were raised in or around the great depression, or in some place they now refer to as �the old country�. at some point in their hardscrabble formative years, they dreamt of food in excess, or perhaps their fondest memory is of some indulgent aunt or gramma hovering over them crying, �eat! eat! you're so skinny�.

fine. that was then. this is now. (she says as she snarfles down the rest of the cherry, somewhat angrily). back in the old days, you were walking barefoot ten miles (each way) to school, or out toiling in the fields or whatever, & a little gluttony was just good fuel. hello? it's 2002 now. get over that hovering-on-the-brink-of-famine mentality. & for cryin' out loud stop bringing chocolate covered cherries to the office & setting the fucking things on my desk. i mean it (she says as she eyes the lone remaining piece).

i'm not sick but i'm not well

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�i wanna publish zines
and rage against machines
i wanna pierce my tongue
it doesn't hurt, it feels fine�*

yeah. this has been bugging me something fierce. i've wanted to do it for the longest time, but with barely a beer budget to my name, i can ill afford to hire someone to thrust a big needle through my tongue & put a pretty little barbell in it.

why though? why do i want this? i already have a pierced nose, six ear piercings, & a tattoo. i have two more tattos planned but that will take some time, to really find the right ones, though i have ideas. also, there's that annoying budget issue.

once i came this close. i was downtown wandering, money in pocket, & i happened upon the local HA tattoo/piercing parlor. i was ready to go, then i realised i had to have surgery the next day & probably they'd make me take it out. (hey, that should have satisfied the cravings for metal -- the titanium plate & six metal screws in that little hand bone). but it didn't.

so, anyway, why? really? it's hardly rebellious anymore. unless it is. i think it does hold some shock value still, even if only among the very conservative. i would settle for that. plus it would make the defiant act of sticking out the tongue ever so much more meaningful.

side note: i don't hit notify on every post, i don't wanna be a blog announce spammer. i'm thinking this one should go unannounced, but, then again, isn't it all about attention? & i'm not just a spokesperson for this beer here. unless i am.

*full lyrics in �more�

buttonation

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i've been buttonated! mmm... tastes like cherries.

'tis a first

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tonight i had my very first person sign up to be put on my notify list, to get an email when i post! all this time with MT & finally i can make use of the post notification! none other than the inimitable say-say. so, say-say? this one's for you (you'll be the only one getting an email about it anyway.)

incedentally, all you need to do to get yourself on that list too, is email me, it is truly that simple.

parental units

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let's start with i'm a bad daughter that used to never call. when i had my son, my daughter called them to tell them & they replied, �oh. she was pregnant?� the next few years were no better for calls. i kept saying i was going to wait till my life got better. it did. i continued to flake on the phonecalls.

so a little over a year ago i found myself with lots of free long distance to use up, & my daughter, who is the kind of good daughter/granddaughter who does call, prevailed upon me to finally stop procrastinating the awkwardness.

good timing. right then he was going through some doctor visits & turned out he had a tumor in his chest. i spent three weeks in oregon last february while he had open-chest (unsuccessful) surgery. bastard tumor was all entangled in major veins & so forth. i was as helpful as i could manage at the time, being a bad daughter & all. i even helped them get a new paint job on their new truck (see march 1 entry). all in all it was a great thing, reconnecting with them, even under those stressful circumstances.

after that, they attacked with chemo - no luck. they then went with the radiation. a few months ago, a cat scan revealed a small remaining mass, & tonight he called with the results of a follow-up scan, which revealed an unchanged mass, now presumed to be scar tissue. while there was some permanent lung damage from the surgery & treatments, it's looking good on the cure front. this was pretty exciting news - he always waits till after 8 to call, when he has the most minutes, but this time he called just before eight, unable to wait any longer.

i love my parents. they're coming down in july with their RV & staying 9 days in ventura, i'm very much looking forward to this. for awhile all their trips were on hold, & now plans are being made. this is good. this is very, very good.

bedroom slippers

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so i've rented a room in an apartment. i thought i was going to get a real room, but no, it's more of a den-type thing, not a bedroom at all. the bedroom i first thought was mine had its own door to the outside but the balcony was made of rotten wood, really shaky. it fell apart when i poked at it with my foot, not my fault. so the den i'm renting doesn't even have doors, & the only bathroom is off of one of the bedrooms so i can't stay up late drinking beer without having to go through my roommate's bedroom when i need to pee. i am pissed! but maybe i should not be drinking the beer. the old homeless lady that camped in the storage area downstairs just spent the last of her inheritance on a twelve pack of natural lite & then her liver gave out. at least she threw that classy party while she had money (flashback to party, then fast forward to angry spat with roommate over misrepresentation of the space i'd be renting). he maintains that i shouldn't need the bathroom at night & i'm all, wtf? so i'm angrily packing and leaving, i don't want to move back home, but where am i going to go? i get outside & there are bears. a whole family of bears. big ones. i'm trying to get everybody behind closed doors, but i have to leave. i end up walking to meet my daughter at the corner. i'm wearing a short skirt, my legs are bare, & i have not shaved them. my daughter makes me go to circle-k for some tights, she's rushing me, i can't decide. what goes with quilted bedroom slippers?

monday bloody monday

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this is the third start i've made on this. i end up whining way too hard, or bitching much too much. can i leave it at �it was a shitty-ass day� & get on with it? one can only hope.

the only bright spot in the day is the great sale on fosters twelvepacks at the store, the fact i have advil for the aches that ail me, & that it's still somewhat early & i may yet get some work done. if i may just whine a little? why is IE5 on a mac so utterly different from IE on a PC? why does netscape suck so bad in general? on an unrelated whine, why did my hosting company not believe me when i was right about everything all along, & why did it take a day & a half to get my co-hostee bad samaritan's scripting back online? why? why?

i was going to not whine, wasn't i? sorry.

well then. uhhh. here we are, aren't we? no more whining. so i have to admit i got nothin' otherwise. oh well, [brightening considerably] i do have this beer. i had a dream last night in which i was thinking i should be giving up the beer. but then there were all those bears, & my hairy legs, out there in public & all, so there were many more urgent concerns than the liver problems of old homeless women. uh-huh. that was the dream that started this monday. no wonder, eh?

the timeline

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3PM saturday: receive first batch of graphic files
3PM sunday: receive second & last batch of graphics
7PM sunday: start saving off photoshop layers so i can put them in friendly fireworks frames so i can slice & dice them (i hate photoshop. the only thing i like about it is how the little hand turns into a fist when you click it, so when you're working on pictures of particularly attractive models you can grope them). *ahem*
7:30PM sunday: can't focus. surf. post.
7:50PM sunday: back to work. focus? flirt with eric in comments.
8:55PM sunday: figure that this horrible problem i'm having focusing may be alcohol related, so, go downtown to liquor store for two cans of fosters.
9:07PM sunday: pull up in driveway singing �dirty white boy� at top of lungs.
9:20PM sunday: record timeline up to this point, minimize window. focus.
9:57PM sunday: it's hot in the kitchen. put hair up in clip thingy, can't get it to balance right, it's heavy (still wet from shower at 5PM) hair begins to give me a headache. ow. take hair back down. begin realizing that if i manage to get all the graphics into files & chop them, it'll be a miracle. page construction is not happening tonight.
10:27PM sunday: finish saving off files, fire up fireworks. take break, get up walk around, do a few yoga stretches, stub toe VERY badly on scooter left in darkened living room. ow. open second fosters. back to work. focus.
10:57PM sunday: more yoga stretches & a spritz of calvin klein's contradictions in the cleavage for aromatherapy purposes. focus. think about sex. no, focus. no, really, focus.
11:07 PM sunday: make gratuitous reference to big boobs in jon's comments.
11:20 PM sunday: finish fireworks files. all perfectly organized, exquisitely sliced, & aching to be saved off in slices & arranged in pages. consider this & realise that i'm not gonna make it happen tonight. consider the brilliance of the designer that sent me these files -- site's gonna be freakin' gorgeous.

speaking of aching, my toe hurts. it really does.

the procrastination was not entirely my fault. being solely in charge of a four year old madman, general house maintenance (not cleaning by any means, but still, not an insignificant amount of work), food preparation &/or acquisition, among other distractions, were responsible for my lagging. really, not (entirely) my fault.

plans for the rest of the evening: surf back to jon's site to insist he acknowledge the boob reference. fire up the cd player because i still have �dirty white boy� stuck in my poor head. further surfing to make slightly buzzed comments as i finish second & last fosters. bed.

the next big thing

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jon had this great link of the day today (well, they're all great, but this one really put a crimp in my plans to get up & get right to work on version 5 of the sports club site). it's weblogs, theory & practice, & in it i found a link to an article that concluded:

�The only consolation a naysayer can find in all the current hubbub is that, inside of a year, the inevitable winnowing will be complete, and the weblog community will have matured into something efficient, useful and blessedly quiet. The remaining webloggers will go about their business, providing links and commentary, without all the noisy hoo-ha of revolution.

�And the current maniacal enthusiasm will be thankfully buried, forgotten and unloved, next to every other next New Thing. �

~Gregg Knauss, stating the obvious (this was written in 11/99)

i am supposed to be working

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i have things i've been procrastinating all weekend, & i've barely scratched the surface of them. so what am i doing? surfing. so i was at lilly's site & she had a link to this Yahoo Palm Reading site. ok, so sure, this is just like astrology & all that, where the results are vague, generalized, & could be loosely applied to anybody, right? right?

of course. any similarity to me is purely a coincedence. (click more to see the results)

these kids today

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i had my first exposure to computers at a relatively young age. i remember going to my mom's work & seeing the room with the big tall machines & the spinning tape drives, hoffmann la roche was up on their technology in the late 60's, early 70's. i remember playing with eliza at the lawrence livermore labs on a field trip. the first PC i ever played with was a TRS80 model III with 2 5�" floppies & 64 whole K of memory.

i always had kind of an intuitive learning process with computer related stuff, but it pales in comparison with my son. he's always been fascinated by the computer, & being four, he has no idea that these machines cause so much consternation in older generations that came upon them later in life.

today, he got a little mini CD-ROM game in a burger king kids meal. after he ate, he went into the kitchen & put the CD in the drive. i long ago turned off the auto-run feature on the cd drives because he learned to put CDs in long before he really understood what they did, i didn't want him installing stuff when i wasn't looking. to make life a little easier for me, i put a shortcut to the CD drive on the desktop.

the next thing i know i'm hearing the game start up. he'd found the CD icon, double clicked it, & ran the game from the windows explorer window that popped up. this is something that would have taken ten, maybe twenty minutes of not-so-patient phone tech support to explain to my parents. ok, i'm exaggerating just a little. but really, i did once spend a full half hour trying to get them to find one file i'd left on their computer & mail it to me. i never did succeed.

it's frustrating when you know so much more about something than your parents do. i hope my son is patient with me when i'm needing his help...

minus the bread. however this is immaterial; i have ample food for thought. but the box of wine, yes, it is a box. filled with wine, or at least it was. available to please the psyche with no more than the squeeze of a little valve that hurts my thumb, but only a little. never mind that, its cheapness & adequacy are not in question here. i am content.

i took numerous digipics of a pretty candle with translucent wax & blue/green sparklys, in search of an image that maybe could have been a graphic that might have been the source of an inspiration for an actual design for this blog. no luck.

i am wishfully thinking. i would like to be able to write memories like this or explain the circuitous path of growth like this, or, failing these ideals, i would like to connect with random humans in a medium that defines the fundamental interconnectedness of all things.

one outta three ain't half bad.

why i delete stuff

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it is not the first time i've deleted entire entries. actually, i don't approve of that sort of thing, but that (apparently) doesn't stop me. a blogged life is edited enough in subtle ways without the unsubtle deletion of entries that were up for most of a whole day, & had comments & everything.

i have only ever done this a few times, & i have had reasons. they were not all good.

a while back, i went through a tequila phase. i've since reconsidered & now i pretty much stick to the beer & the wine, but back in those agave days i posted a few things that could have done some damage to my personal life. in one case, i woke up the next day & the incriminating entry was right there on the screen. i spent the day having unfounded fears. deleted entry, learned lesson.

more recently, i became upset because i had posted about a rather insignificant achievement of mine, which resulted in someone posting something mean somewhere. i deleted that one because i am a spazz. i then reposted it, & for some reason deleted it again (spazz, remember?). i ended up having to repost it & hand edit the original to link it back into the site navigation, because, well, i'm a spazz.

& yesterday, i posted something i really intended to be complimentary & fun, which ended up upsetting a friend. deleted entry, apologized to friend.

i still don't approve of deleting, really, but i do it anyway. since i don't approve, i get all flustered about the subject. for instance, just now, i carried an ashtray over to the coffeemaker & was this close to pouring coffee in it. i haven't really accepted the fact that i started smoking again, so the ashtray in question is a custard cup that sort of resembles a coffee cup... either that, or i'm just a spazz.

this is just ridiculous

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it is the eleventh of january. it is currently 80 degrees outside.

you know, i moved here more or less accidentally, i was running home to mommy & daddy & they had moved here. even after they moved away i stayed, because i had, as they say in bail hearings, �ties to the community�. then i drove a taxi for a couple of years, & that gave me such an intimate knowledge of Ventura that it feels more like my home town than the place i grew up (the SF bay area) ever did.

but i swear, someday i'm going to move somewhere where there are seasons. because this is just ridiculous.

driving insane

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you do not want me in the car with you when you are driving. especially when the car you are driving is mine. but irregardless of whose car it is, if you don't have the exact reactions that i would have in any given situation, i am going to annoy you. i have a virtual brake pedal of my own over on the passenger side, you know, & i know how to use it, which is more than i can say for you, with your real pedal. when i notice brake lights on cars four cars in front of the car in front of us, i would at least back of the gas. when you don't react the instant i notice this, i get this horrible feeling in the pit of... wherever. it's like i'm being propelled against my will into certain disaster.

it's a really similar sensation to the fear of heights thing i get, if i am anywhere near the edge of anything, i feel dizzy, like i'm being sucked over the edge. that's vertigo, right? well that's the exact thing i feel when i see something in the road & i'm not sure if you've seen it yet. i can't help it, i'm going to have to bring it to your attention. sometimes i gasp, sometimes i squeak, & if it's a particularly terrifying thing i think you don't see, i might actually yell. it could be a general yell, or if it appears to me that you're seriously being negligent, well, then i might yell right at you.

actually, the more i think about it, you'd better just give me those keys. save us both a whole lot of grief.

tech support

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so i spent a bit of time on hold with interland this morning, & it was just the nicest thing ever. they have the best on hold music i've ever heard in my life. mellow, melodic guitar meditations that made me feel like i was driving a curvy road through verdant hills in someplace greener than i've ever been. it was heaven. oh, they fixed the problem too, which was nice, but... i would have liked to spend a few more blissful billable minutes listening to that beautiful music.

internet addiction

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it says i'm online, green box in the systray means go, all that. however it lies. i am so not online. i can't see websites, get email, or even login to the AIM. vague feelings of panic stirring in the pit of my stomach. actually that's inaccurate, i don't feel panic anywhere near there - if i had to identify an anatomical structure for the feeling of fear, it would be right above the pubic bone. however it might be slightly tacky to express it in terms of proximity to the crotch-pit, so i guess i'll stick with the first description.

aha! it admits it. the little box goes yellow. the dsl gateway's lights still glow green, so i reboot it & mr. puter, to no avail. telocity status says internet is up, but they are lying. lies, lies, lies... when my internet connection lies to me i go all aggro. which is where i've gone, in fact, here i am, right now. aggro. grr.

last time this happened it was all about the panic. i had long since disconnected the old 56K in favour of my digicam hookup which needed the port, so i scrambled to unhook, rehook, reinstall, & reboot, not to mention my old fifty foot phonecord lifeline to whatever internet was in any house me & mr. puter lived in had become entangled with the other ten or 15 cords back there, so untangling took the most time. still, failure, but that did occupy me for the whole fifteen minutes or so i was offline last time this happened. this time i have no desire to get into that tangled mess i've woven, so instead i've fired up a copy of notepad & dumped this post into it. i may not actually post this but at least i've blogged &, having done so, feel better.

it's green! we have internet! *(whew)*

why is it that morning people consider themselves morally superior to their sleeping-in counterparts? are we not over the benjamin franklin �early to bed early to rise� nonsense? that is *so* eighteenth century. (it is eighteenth right? i can't think this early).

so here's the situation: you have a person that wakes up early because he can't help it. this person reasons that since he is always the person who's awake in the morning, it's the person who's still asleep's turn to get up & get the kid dressed. so the morning person turns on the light & the TV at seven something - yes, you heard right, SEVEN something (it's still dark then, isn't it? no? ok then whatever) so that the sleeping person will be awake too. the sleeping person just wanted another half hour or maybe 45 more minutes of precious sleep, & she was right in the middle of a stressful but interesting plane crash dream. she was very cross when he woke her up for no apparent reason, since he was already awake & quite capable of handling things without her.

the sleeping person TRIED to go to bed early last night. she laid there for over an hour & a half, being annoyed by the then-sleeping morning person's noisy sleeping habits, getting up several times to read weblogs & so forth before finally falling asleep, then woke up a few times during the night. this is not a vice mind you, it's a sleep disorder. so why was it her turn to get up at SEVEN something to get the kid dressed? WHY?

does this make my butt look big?

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i love my daughter's generous spirit. about a month ago, when i was complaining (as i will do, to anyone who'll listen) about the fact i've gained some weight this year, she told me i could borrow her favourite pair of jeans until i got the fat issue sorted out & got back in my regular pants. i was dubious at first, since she's significantly smaller than i am (in width i mean, she's much taller). anyway, they jeans are heavenly stretch denim that doesn't look like it's being stretched, & they quickly became a staple in my wardrobe.

fast forward a month, she's getting impatient. i keep pleading for more time with the pants, but she misses them so. saturday morning she walks in the door, holding a pair of jeans. i say, �you want your pants back, don't you?� she says, �are they clean?� i say, �well, they're not incredibly dirty�. she's apparently desperate, because she changes right into them even though they're not fresh out of the dryer. i put on the new pair, also stretchy, but for some reason (to her) far less desirable. she motions for me to turn around, then indicates her approval of the whole �do these make my butt look big� issue. of course, life makes my butt look big. thankfully, my daughter, & the textile industry, are compassionate & helpful in this area.

i love my daughter.

my son learns the truth

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my babysitter could only do a half day today. so, i asked my boss if we had an extra puter around that would amuse the boy, & being the nice guy that he is, he tossed one together out of some rather clunky old spare parts. (work in a small tech business in which your boss is retired but hangs out to play with the toys, is my advice)

so here we are, & while we were waiting for the new/old puter to reboot yet again, i sat down & got back to trying to get these ODBC drivers to hook up with a remote server, something that's been giving me fits all morning. my son came up to me & said, what are you doing? & i said, i'm working. & he said, no you're not, you're computing! & i told him this is what i do for work. so i just told a four year old budding computer whiz that people have jobs playing with computers. his eyes got REAL big.

expect the unexpected

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i did something tonight that i haven't done in a long time. it's actually something that i make some noise here & there about not doing. i used to do it all the time, back in the days i was trying to fit in a certain lifestyle, because it was something that was expected of me, & i did enjoy it, after a fashion. but times changed, i changed, & i began to identify myself along different lines, seeing myself as a busy wannabe geek that just didn't have time for this sort of thing in my life.

but tonight, well, i... i cooked dinner. i did. i cooked. as in, no microwaves, drive-thrus, or delivery services were involved. i acutally put raw foodstuffs together in palatable combinations & made a balanced, wholesome, suburban mom-type meal (chicken, fried rice, green beans).

i'm just full of surprises, aren't i? 'tis true, i'm just a wild & crazy girl.

so near & yet

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AIM games

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so i resist as long as i can, to avoid the person or persons i'm currently avoiding, because i believe they may be avoiding me, although they may not be. almost involuntarily, i login to the AIM. it loads, showing me 11 of my 43 buddies are online, at least one & perhaps two of whom i am pointedly ignoring because i think they are pointedly ignoring me. the rest of them? well, it looks like a good group. it could be fun. but i'm kinda busy with this pointed ignoring. i wish there was a special status i could set that would let the people i'm ignoring know that i am, in fact, ignoring them. otherwise what's the use of it? i could IM them & tell them, but that would defeat the whole purpose.

(double clicks name)
me: hi
other person: hi, what are you doing?
me: pointedly ignoring you
(closes chat window)

no, that won't do.

i know, i know what you're thinking. what? kd? you're all nice & everything! you would never do this! well guess what. i'm not as nice as you think. sometimes i'm downright bitchy. if people ignore me, i don't just sit there. i ignore them right back.

but don't worry, it's not you i'm pointedly ignoring. i'd never do that.

forty one

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when the colour of the light filtering through the blinds blends with the perfect air & it brings back feelings from decades & decades ago, it is sweetness indeed.

when this happens more & more often, this indicates that things might finally be alright. i had a pleasant childhood, nothing in it could be construed as an excuse for the blind rebellion of my adolescence, which extended well into my twenties & thirties. i am not saying i'm quite the responsible, upstanding citizen just yet, but i am beginning to get the hang of it. it could be said that, at my age, it's a little late for this, but i think the time's just right. apparently there was something inherent in me that made it impossible to settle into anything, until just recently.

certainly there are troubling aspects to the present that are the consequences of my lingering immaturity, but i can see the other side of them from here.

ok enough of this. back to enjoying the light & the air (they are absolutely gorgeous).

you live, you learn

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it always begins auspiciously. fueled by more than a little coffee & my own enthusiam, i attack the task at hand. since i have only just recently determined what i want to be when i grow up, & not being in a position to learn in an environment where i would be taught, i have to learn by working. this is perilous, when i accept assignments based on my belief i'll be able to learn a new language or two in the context of actually performing productive (i.e. billable) work. some have been easier by far than others, but whether i take over a site that's broken or make one from scratch, the stresses are pretty much the same.

anyway, back to the beginning, the auspicious energy. i wonder where it goes when i open those books, or start an online tutorial. the effect is instantaneos -- my mind fogs up. my eyelids get heavy. i feel that leaden, half-numb drowsiness, & all i can think is how nice curling up on the couch with a blankie & a pillow & drifting off...

it's like my mind just vapor-locks. nothing makes sense. i stare, rather than read. i shake my head to clear it, i get up & walk briskly to the soda machine for a mountain dew. i take a break & surf some blogs. i come back refreshed, only to fall into that semi-hypnotic trance as soon as i get back to work.

finally i give up trying to learn & just start plugging things in where they seem like they should go. when they don't work, i rearrange them a little. i do this until they do work. then i want to add to or change them, & in doing so, i break them again. then, or soon thereafter, as i'm figuring out what went wrong, things begin dawning on me. the stuff i read rings bells as i get to aha! & it starts making sense.

at almost every point in the process up to the aha! part i feel aimless, brainless, & inept. then all of a sudden i remember why i do it the way i do, & realise it's probably ok. i do love what i do, though i'm not sure i love having to struggle with it this way.

i learn stuff all the time, by doing it or sometimes by writing about it. for instance, writing this gave me a great idea. the next time i'm suffering from insomnia, i'll just break out this ASP book... problem solved.

my life is a lit lyric

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�It's no suprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'Cause every now and then I kick the living sh*t out of me�

*sigh*. so i knew i was supposed to go to court. not a traffic or criminal matter (i'm a good girl now) but a financial one, & a fairly serious thing at that. so this morning i dug the paper out of the huge box of stuff that i stuffed in a huge box before one of the last relative visits, to see what time i'm supposed to be there.

it was yesterday.

it's the voices

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the ruminator's entry on voices, both written & otherwise, got me thinking. this evening i spent the better part of an hour on the phone with a person i'd previously only known via online words. it's always a different experience - for one thing, my voice takes people by surprise. several people have commented that they expected me to sound huskier, or gruffer. i don't. i do have the lower registers for when i need them, for instance, i find they are helpful when communicating with small boy-children. but for most of the rest of the world, i have a soft, southern california accented voice. when my daughter lived with me, people would often mistake me for her, & visa-versa. this led to some interesting exchanges -- no, i never took full advantage of that. not that i could have. i mean, when they went like, oh my god, like you know that thing that happened at school today, & i'd have to admit, like no...

i exaggerate. but only a little.

i love voices, both spoken & written. i love the different blog voices, & i especially love to be able to talk on the phone & compare the voice i get in my head, reading, with the one i hear. first you have to get past that awkwardness, this is difficult. however, i collect blogger phone numbers, in hopes there will be the opportunity to call sometime. probably half my phone memory is devoted to long distance friends, some of whom i've yet to work up the nerve to call.

there is a paradox at work here - i love to talk on the phone, but i have some issues - i hesitate, i procrastinate. my oldest friend just moved to korea & i was supposed to call before he left, i never did. *sigh* i love to talk, but i never call.

happy new year

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so we were wishing we had a teleportation plugin for the chat, in which we could pass a glass of bubbly. i'm figuring compression algorithms could reduce the bubbles then re-bubble it... champagne.tar.gz, if you will.

even without sharing actual drink files, it was an amazing bit of chatting. friends, gathered in the IM, celebrating together.

happy new year!

a rose by any other name

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so, i'm still pretty new at all this. i saw the internet for the first time in '99, due to some trials & tribulations in my life that i won't go into at this juncture. in that short time, though, i have really bonded with it, in fact i had a job working with the internet within 6 months of that first glimpse. i do love it here.

so i was checking out Dave Winer's history of weblogs & was struck by the fact that although i seem to have titled this �kd: a blog�, it is apparently not really a blog, per se. if it's anything, it's more of a journal? in any case, for it to be a blog i'd have to be doing more linking to stuff & less babbling about my life, i think?

well, heaven knows i'm a rebel. i'm not going to change either the name or the way i do stuff around this little place of mine, but i'll probably feel just a little weird about it from now on :)