While walking along 4th street with our salads from Briazz in hand, a man on a bicycle passes, "What's that ya got?" he calls out, "Caesar salad?" "No," I reply, "it's tuna salad." "Oh," he says nodding, and continues on his way.
I love the randomness of city living.
ev: Do we know anyone named Velvet?
meg: Um, no. I don't think so
ev: Velvet Rain 69?
meg: [laughing] No, I doubt it.
ev: She says she knows me.
meg: Oh I'm sure she does...
Happy birthday Grandpa Pete too!
Happy birthday dear Evhead, happy birthday to you!
I used to enjoy Fast Company, back when it first came out and I was enveloped in corporate-speak-laden, mind-numbing consulting work. It used to give me hope, and inspiration. And I remember liking the list of people's bookmarks, they'd turn me on to cool sites that I wasn't familiar with. But now it seems like these lists highlight all commercial web sites. I guess I shouldn't look to a business magazine to point me to cool new sites anyway. I don't know what I was thinking.
I was in a rut, but I called it a groove.
A very nice friend made this very nice cam bookmeglet. Just right click on the link and add it to your bookmarks or favorites. [thanks friend!]
Special for you, a megpinion: what I think of gambling. [warning: stupid and immature humor afoot]
Jason's wearing his Blogger t-shirt at work today. We're going to start a gallery of people wearing their Blogger t's, so if you've got a shot from your webcam, or from your world travels, send it our way and we'll add you to it (and include your url if you want a link).
The link that everyone else will make must be also be made by me, welcome to the team Derek! And pretty pretty pretty new site!
Lately I think I've been suffering from an I/O overload. I used to look around at people on the train who didn't read, who just sat in their seats staring straight ahead, and I used to think, "What's wrong with them? How can they just sit there?" On the train, I needed input, I needed something coming straight into my brain in the form of a book or a magazine, or a conversation with another person. In my house, the stereo was on, I'd be on the computer or watching t.v. or reading a book. In in in it would all come. And out out out it would all go again, whisked away in the form of icqs and email, phone conversations and dinner dates.
My day consists of a series of inputs and outputs: reading, surfing, talking, emailing, icqing, thinking, inventing, dreaming; pulling from my inside and putting it out there, and grabbing what's out there and bringing it in. And lately it feels like I've maxed out my processing ability. I just sit on the train now and stare straight ahead. If I open my book, I realize minutes later that I haven't read a page. By the time I climb into bed at night, my super-saturated brain can do no more than command my eyes to close. I wonder if this is a product of our times? Or of my lifestyle? Or maybe just a lack of sleep?
Today at the Exploratorium is a Robot Sumo competition, Japan vs. USA. Two robots face off and try push the other out of the ring. I really wanted to go, but the middle of the day is a hard time to break free from work (I guess I could call it a "long-lunch"). It's supposed to be webcast, but I don't see it now for some reason. Oh sweet, there it is. Cool, now I'm going to stop writing and start watching. You should check it out too, how often do you get to see robots sumo wrestle anyway?
Oh, duh. It was an easy fix. Now you can link to anything I've written (and I know you want to, don't you? Come on, fess up!)
I just added the permanent link but it doesn't work quite right for me, as you'll see if you click on any of the little "link"s. I've got some funky stuff going on with the way I display the archives so I'll have to do some custom stuff. But I guess this is start.
A mind too active is no mind at all - Theodore Roethke
Yippee! I'm so happy Hilary Swank won. And man, she's hot as a guy and as a girl!
I seem to have turned into a bigger web geek than I ever thought possible!
Why do people feel intent to point out all the negatives in a situation? I had this little ball of hope that woke me up early in the morning with a smile on my face and it's being trampled and squashed and pounded flat into the grimy asphalt. I guess I've let someone tell me otherwise after all.
It's all good. It really is. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I can barely type because I'm laughing so damn much it's actually hurting my stomach and my face: I've finally followed Jason's advice and grabbed the William Shatner songs from Napster. I can barely breathe right now, I don't know why I'm trying to write about this at this moment, it's really too much...
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