June 4th '10 21:47

haiku: fixed some crap edition
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images back up
i'm in rochester ny
hooray subversion


April 18th '10 18:37

Mo is both warm and stylish.
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April 17th '10 0:36

home.
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April 16th '10 18:23

thinkpads rule
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I took apart my (work... tee hee) laptop for the first time last night, to install a mini pci cell radio card. Can we talk about how well engineered these things are, particularly compared to everything designed in cupertino ever?

1) The antennas for the radio were already installed, with field-upgradability in mind.
2) Removing the keyboard tray was three well labeled screws, removing the wrist rest was another 4.
3) The retention screws for the empty mini pci slot were inside already!
4) Once installed, everything actually worked including the panel LED for the card and the SIM slot in the battery tray.

Thanks, Lenovo!


April 9th '10 4:40

old relationships.
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I don't do this sort of writing publicly on the internet anymore, but tonight I think I should.

I'm in Troy right now, where I went to college. I flew here to recruit for Google, which hopefully went well, and took the opportunity to see an old friend or two, which is nice. But mainly, I flew here to spend time in the RPI Playhouse.

I feel like this is really strange thing, but my relationship with the Playhouse is one of my most emotional. I've written about it before, in an essay that I simultaneously love and am embarrassed by. I spent most of the best day of my life in that building. In fact, I've probably spent more time in that building than anywhere other than the house I grew up in.

Being back there today was weird, but nice. I've been thinking about it for an hour or so now, and the best way I can think of to describe it follows.

It was like hugging an old girlfriend for the first time in years. Remembering how she smelled and felt, and how things used to be. Everything was just comfortable and nice, and I felt like I should just stay. Its weird how, in that moment, all there was was who I am and what this place means to me. There was a moment just like when you're with your ex, and you know if you kiss you'll be back where you were in a heartbeat, and maybe that's all you ever wanted.

When I left RPI, leaving the Players was like going through a particularly rough breakup, where she doesn't call you anymore because she can't handle it, and maybe is also an inanimate building. I spent more than a year being sad about not being in that space anymore, and the first time I visited was tremendously traumatic.

I guess I wonder if other people have relationships like this with buildings. I'd bet other stagehands do, but I've never really gotten anyone to talk about it.


April 5th '10 18:25

bathroom sign in S&M
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March 30th '10 17:22

haiku: uh oh edition
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a long ride ahead
bad weather today; rough roads.
going it alone.


March 22nd '10 2:10

haiku: battery edition
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awash in AAs
wii-motes get new batteries?
at least that's something.


March 16th '10 18:13

haiku: disc 2, track 12 edition
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everyone's leaving
its probably good for them
but i'll be crying.


March 15th '10 8:17

toasts
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There is exactly one before-meal-prayer of which I approve. It's the Philmont Grace, and I learned it when I was... 15? A long time ago, in any case, in New Mexico. It follows.

For food, for raiment,
for life, for opportunity,
for friendship and fellowship
we thank thee, oh Lord.


March 13th '10 4:23

holidays
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I really like fake holidays. Which is to say, holidays which no one really celebrates. It turns out that most of these, for whatever reason, are various old-timey Catholic holidays that someone in my lineage probably celebrated at some point. The first one is Three Kings Day, which Art & I used in high school to give Brigitte a big wheel of cheese.

(An aside: Had I known at the time about the Big Block Of Cheese Story, made famous by the West Wing [which didn't yet exist], this gift would have been much, much funnier to me).

I've decided the next fake-but-real holiday that I should observe is St. Joseph's day (la fiesta di San Giusseppe), which is apparently celebrated in Sicily by doing things with fava beans. Of course, this year I'll have a show, but now there's a repeating event on my calendar. For eating beans.

I truly have life all figured out.


March 11th '10 4:05

haiku: i will stab you right in your face edition
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screw your false friendship
let's try working together
instead of this shit.


March 10th '10 5:05

haiku: first dress edition
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we're doing this now?
who wears the pantalones?
sound cue got a laugh.

go get the horses
we need to bring tequila!
into the mountains!


March 10th '10 0:57

tree!
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March 8th '10 3:20

haiku: jesus I am not very good at this job edition
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the first real run
I am usually dead on
gotten nothing right :/


March 7th '10 1:45

haiku: burrito insertion problems edition
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a 10 out of 12
a couple hours of sleep
a needle? my eye