Thursday, January 30, 2003
Talk about extravagant: The Burton AMP from Apple is a super-specialized snowboarding jacket with a little pocket that holds your iPod. Further, a wire inside this pocket hooks it into the jacket's wiring. (There's a phrase you don't see too often: jacket wiring.) This allows you to control your iPod from a keypad on the coat's outer sleeve. It costs $500. Umm...someone should tell Steve Jobs that like...you know...there's a recession going on. This is, apparently, for people with Segways and Hummers with custom interiors. (Read: If you're not Steve Wozniak, you probably don't own this jacket...or a Segway. If you're a hip-hop producer or you play in the NFL, you might have the Hummer.)
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Bad news: They don't reimburse me for my dinner.
Silver lining: I probably would have eaten at these places eventually anyway.
Although: Tonight, in an unexpected wave of generosity, I paid not only for myself, but for my friend who came along with me to taste things.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
I think my roommate is severely manic depressive. She keeps having these wild mood swings where she's completely happy one minute and completely pissy the next. Hard to keep up with people like that.
Monday, January 27, 2003
About Schmidt is the best movie I've seen in a long time. Aside from an ending that was a little too pat, it was nearly flawless: great story, beautifully shot, good characters, and Nicholson (and a bad mullet). It didn't even bother me that I was the youngest person in the theatre by about 40 years.
What I did this week: worked my regular job 40 hours, prepared for and taught my community college class, spent about 20 hours editing a video, played drums in a band on Saturday night, and read a 200-page book. I am tired.
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
Monday, January 20, 2003
Read through F'd Companies, the book version of fuckedcompany.com, and am now thoroughly disturbed by the billions of dollars burned on the internet boom and bust. Kaplan's tone is glib to a fault, but underneath it all is the message that people will want to be in on anything as long as it's new and hot. It's sad to read about all of these failed companies in one sitting and realize how much money was thrown at a way to put everything on the internet, even when most things were fine just the way they were and once again are.
Part of me wants to do my taxes so I can (hopefully...probably...almost certainly) get my refund check soon. The other part of me recognizes that I have three months to get them done and therefore doesn't want to do math right now.
Saturday, January 18, 2003
The movie theatres here, like everywhere, are insane on weekends and evenings, particularly on weekend evenings, because that's when everyone else wants to go to the movies. On early Friday afternoons, though, there's no one there. Which I prefer. Sure, I don't get a free pepsi because I stood in the concession line for more than four minutes, but I can make my peace with that.
Yesterday I finally saw Adaptation and really liked it, mostly because the story was good and the nonlinear and self-reflexive narrative made it interesting, but also because I was feeling good about my new schedule that didn't force me to get to the theatre 45 minutes early to buy my ticket and then be herded with the rest of the crowd to a bad seat next to two chatty people who insist on either stage whispering or making out for the better part of the movie.
And as a side note, I usually don't like Nicholas Cage all that much, but I liked him in this movie. He was really made to look physically awful, like Michael Douglas in Wonder Boys. I also never noticed how much Cage can look like both Bruce Hornsby and Will Ferrell.
Thursday, January 16, 2003
Why no post yesterday? Because after lifting and configuring and popping RAM into ten new iMacs, I was totally looking forward to my massage appointment last night. And then, at the last minute, my massage therapist cancelled the session. I was in a foul mood. I got some carryout and watched bad tv and thought about how much my back hurt and how it would be nice if someone would come over and rub it for me. No one did.
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
Or maybe I'm just in a bad mood. Whatever.
Monday, January 13, 2003
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Thursday, January 9, 2003
Wednesday, January 8, 2003
(For the record, my roommate is pissed about this too; as messy as I think she is, she thinks I'm anal, so it was going to work out best for both of us. Though now I think she's pissed at her friend too.)
Tuesday, January 7, 2003
But then I started thinking about how much money I spend on all those burritos...and supermarket sushi, and falafels, and deli sandwiches, and Chinese takeout. And it's a lot! It's not that I can't cook, either: I can totally throw down in the kitchen. I just get lazy. I also started thinking about all the fat that's in those burritos and other takeout-type items, and I assume it's a lot. So...since the new year started, I've been cooking these big meals and bringing leftovers for lunch. My roommate is confused (am I going to a potluck? having someone over for dinner?), and I have to wash a lot more dishes, but I feel better about spending less on food. It's almost Wednesday and I still have the $40 that I took out of the ATM on Sunday in my pocket.
Best thing I have been offered to date in my Amazon Gold Box: Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas on DVD. If I celebrated Christmas, I would have snagged it.
Monday, January 6, 2003
Sunday, January 5, 2003
Thursday, January 2, 2003
Unfortunately, I had a crappy day. Had an appointment at the local community college, went to the campus, looked around for the right room, and then realized that my meeting was ten miles away on the other campus. Then I bought some guacamole, but when I got it home to eat, I realized that it wasn't fresh and green and was probably made a few days ago. Then I went to my friend's house to feed her cat, as she is in Germany for the week, and the cat wanted to go out, so I put it out, but then I tried to get it to come back in before I left, but it kept running away. So the stupid cat is spending the night outside in the cold. And then I figured my luck couldn't get any worse, so I bought some scratch offs to capitalize on the fabled law of averages. They didn't have the "Wanted" scratch offs, which was what I wanted, so I had to get the "'50s Fever" scratch offs. And you know what? The law of averages sucks. I won nothing. I figure I should just cut my losses and go to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Wednesday, January 1, 2003
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