Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
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10:16:16 AM,Monday 23 September 2002
I like logic puzzles.
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01:37:55 AM,Monday 23 September 2002
The roof of my mouth is all scarified from eating Boo-Berry untempered with milk. Ow.
My parents are so unboundedly loving and solid and perfect.
I still haven't memorized my class schedule.
I've become unseemingly attached to my forest green tea towel. I'm never going to let it touch a wet dish. I think maybe I'm going to start using it as my Towel. I kept a Towel in my backpack for about five years, from eighth grade through high school. Then it disintegrated. It was from the dollar store, and used as a turban, a cheesecloth, a political protest flag, a substrate for various particulates and gums, and... many other things besides. I haven't been a person who Knows Where Her Towel Is for quite a while now. Maybe it's just what I need. But the thought of this perfect sweet-smelling tea towel becoming all besmirched gives me such pangs.
My mom says the important thing in life is to be Impeccable. But maybe she didn't mean it literally with respect to towels. Or people. I think it's something underneath all that. Which makes it even trickier.
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01:32:10 AM,Monday 23 September 2002
Ah, padrone, Ah padrone, Ah, padrone, sian tutti morti!
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09:01:08 PM,Sunday 22 September 2002
Part of the internet is giving me instant DNS errors. This happened a couple days ago, too, but it was different websites.
Right now, I get "cannot find server" from:
http://www.theycamefromhollywood.com
http://personals.nerve.com/personals/emlo/09_19_02/
though I can reach http://www.nerve.com http://www.arkivmusic.com
http://www.leonardcohenfiles.com
http://www.angelfire.com/biz/kyblueberry/
http://www.lileks.com
and several more besides. Rather frustrating, wot?
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07:04:20 PM,Sunday 22 September 2002
Oh, Moira...
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04:13:39 AM,Sunday 22 September 2002
Both my roommates are gone for the weekend. I've been celebrating by walking around naked and making a big mess.
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03:26:43 AM,Sunday 22 September 2002
Sometimes missing St. John's is excruciating. It sounds horrible to say it, but... I don't think it hurt this bad for this long after Sara left me. And now I don't feel any pangs when I think of her. But I can't imagine not feeling like this, not wishing every day for the rest of my life that I was back at SJC. It's branded into me -- maybe it'll scar over, but it won't rub out. I know that's not what's supposed to happen; I'm supposed to read the books again when I'm older and take the conversations with me and apply them to what I encounter and be a force in the world for reason and truth and all those grand impossibles. I'm supposed to carry it all with me, but not get stuck in the place itself. Those four years were just supposed to be grounding-points for the human being I'm supposed to become. But I was happy there. I loved it. I miss it. Fuck.
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02:43:55 AM,Sunday 22 September 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Chicks in Breton shirts.
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12:33:06 AM,Sunday 22 September 2002
I got:
A two-foot-square one-inch-thick slab of dried apricot paste
A jar of fig jam
A box of candied chickpeas
A slice of spinach pie
A wedge each of gouda, jarlsberg, olive-pepper, port wine, and garlic cheddar, danish blue, and gournay cheese
Franken- and Boo-Berry cereals
Blackberry water
A sherbert-powder dispensing mechanism
Assorted necessities
And a DVD of Monty Python, to which I intend to clean my room.
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06:19:14 PM,Saturday 21 September 2002
Crazy nostalgia.
When I first got my computer in 6th grade, my brother bought me a game. It was a scary, atmospheric medieval RPG, full of terrifying monsters and Arctic wastes. I never got very far, but I'd play it very often, just tromping along the landscape and trying to walk to the end of the ocean. It had the most vivid and detailed graphics I'd ever seen. Every screen looked like fine art to me. The plot was obscure, but that only deepened the mystic reverence I had for it. I've thought about it many times since I gave it up and lost it sometime between now and 1990, but I couldn't remember the name -- at least, I thought I could; I thought it was called "Draconian", but it turns out that was only the name of the RPG sub-department of the company that made the game. I'd done a couple web searches, trying to find it, but I'd come up with nothing until tonight.
The game's real name is "Drakkhen", and here are some screenshots. Boy. Graphics aren't what they used to be, are they? (`8 It hit my childhood memory double-fisted. It was definitely the right game. I'd played it for hours; I remember the bucklers and the ice mountains and the drawbridges. But... that isn't what they looked like! They were pristine and shining and lovingly rendered in immaculate detail. There were no pixels. VGA meant "all the colors in the rainbow and several more besides". Computer graphics couldn't get any better than that. But... man. I liked it better back when. My brain can't take the disparity.
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02:22:01 AM,Saturday 21 September 2002
Damnit, I wish I knew German. I just found out while randomly Googling that Wagner's son, Siegfried, composed several operas based off the old fairy tales collected by the Brothers Grimm. I really want to know if they're any good. If they are... hm. I gotta look into this.
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08:32:20 PM,Friday 20 September 2002
Gerbil Dirge and the Incorrigible Dirigible
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05:11:31 PM,Friday 20 September 2002
To the Office of Diversity Resources, Towson University.
Dear Sirs:
Lately I have noted with alarm the increasing frequency of the phrase "T.G.I.F." as used by Professors, Staff, and various publications of the University on the last schoolday of the week. I do not object to the acronym per se, but, progressively and to a great extent, when the phrase has been spoken or written out in full, its original iteration, "Thank God It's Friday", has been changed to "Thank Goodness It's Friday". As a devout Platonist, I object to this casual and irreverent slur on the Form of the Good Itself. It is not to be thanked for such petty pleasures as weekends, and the common structure of the American work-week is not due to it. I intend to take strong and immediate action if this concern is not addressed, but this letter is an informal warning to your administration that the core of my belief system and its consequences are not lightly to be tossed aside.
I give you a choice: either issue a University-wide mandate that all employees and affiliates who chose to use the iterated form of the acronym restore it to its former condition (if the Christians give you trouble for it, that's no concern of mine), or modify the acronym itself to represent more precisely the relationship between the weekday, Friday, and the Divine Form of which I have previously spoken. For instance, "Isn't It Nice That Friday, Which In Some Small Way Partakes Of The Good, Has Arrived?", or "I.I.N.T.F.W.I.S.S.W.P.O.T.G.H.A.?", would be appropriate and sensitive to the feelings of myself and my fellow Platonists. If, after three weeks from the posting of this letter, I see no change in the environment within which I am forced to live and study, I shall have no choice but to file suit against Towson University and the Maryland State Board of Higher Education. I hope it will not come to that.
Arr, T.I.B.I.L.W.: Anne Bonney, and a bonny handsome tar she be, a tasty salmagundi, by Neptune's briny teat! I warrant I'd not say nay to be driven a-bilging 'pon her anchor. A fine day that'd be, arrr. Arrr.
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01:06:47 AM,Thursday 19 September 2002
What do you think of when I say "Milan"?
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10:24:17 PM,Wednesday 18 September 2002
We have a mouse! I saw it run from under the stove to under the refrigerator. It's tiny and gray. Julia's scared of it. I've never been able to understand the fear of mice. I mean, we don't even have the "it could run up my trunk" excuse. Bugs, even though I love them, have a reasonable creepiness; if they were blown up a hundred times their size, they'd look like giant robots with mandibles and barbs on their legs and all that. I mean, it would freaking rule, but I'd understand a little uneasiness on the part of the squishy creatures below. But mice?! They're just small and smart and furry, and they have whiskers. What in the world could inspire such panic and revulsion? Crazy hu-mans.
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08:15:32 PM,Wednesday 18 September 2002
This concept charms and delights me. I wish we had that sort of thing around these days.
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07:02:02 PM,Wednesday 18 September 2002
I'm-a get my Zen-On!
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04:40:05 PM,Wednesday 18 September 2002
"It excites me when I hybridize my orbitals."
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07:31:02 AM,Wednesday 18 September 2002
