Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
What holiday traditions do you and your family celebrate?
We put shoes on our heads and try to fetch silverware with wet towels. My shoe is still on my head from last year. I win!
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Why doesn't formspring let me choose about what I wish to receive questions?
Why doesn't formspring let me choose about what I wish to receive questions?
If you could have invented one thing, what would it have been?
What do you mean by "could have," infidel?
When you want to be alone, where do you go?
My head: While it isn't exactly a hospitable environment, it is a form of escape.
What's the most unselfish thing you've ever done?
Left someone alone (at least she was at the moment).
What's the last funny video you watched online?
"Catvertizing," a YouTube video submitted by Noelle Chun on Guy Kawasaki's "Holy Kaw."
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Don't Know Why I Do It
You know that place
Just down the street?
The cozy little diner
Where we used to meet?
I still visit there,
All of the time:
The kids all point,
Like they think it's mine.
I was there again today,
Went in snowblind;
I tracked up the floor,
Waitress said, "I don't mind."
I pretty sure she thinks
I've got a crush on her,
And she's pretty enough
That I feel like a cur.
I never noticed that
The walls in there are grey,
I always thought they were blue
When I knew you were on your way.
I sit and I ask myself
For what I might be waiting:
Then I wonder otherwise
What I might be anticipating.
The people seemed more interesting
When I knew you might be coming,
But I've started that old habit
Where my fingers start drumming.
I remember it as pleasant,
It was cheerful and bright,
Folks lost their sunny dispositions,
All their spirits in a blight.
All the girls used to be pretty,
When they crossed my view,
Now they just try too hard,
To look and act like you.
I got too much sugar in my coffee,
And played with it lukewarm,
I think it made me kinda sick
Or the place has lost its charm.
All the memories that fill the place
Will never make you care,
So I really have to ask myself
Why I keep on going there.
Just down the street?
The cozy little diner
Where we used to meet?
I still visit there,
All of the time:
The kids all point,
Like they think it's mine.
I was there again today,
Went in snowblind;
I tracked up the floor,
Waitress said, "I don't mind."
I pretty sure she thinks
I've got a crush on her,
And she's pretty enough
That I feel like a cur.
I never noticed that
The walls in there are grey,
I always thought they were blue
When I knew you were on your way.
I sit and I ask myself
For what I might be waiting:
Then I wonder otherwise
What I might be anticipating.
The people seemed more interesting
When I knew you might be coming,
But I've started that old habit
Where my fingers start drumming.
I remember it as pleasant,
It was cheerful and bright,
Folks lost their sunny dispositions,
All their spirits in a blight.
All the girls used to be pretty,
When they crossed my view,
Now they just try too hard,
To look and act like you.
I got too much sugar in my coffee,
And played with it lukewarm,
I think it made me kinda sick
Or the place has lost its charm.
All the memories that fill the place
Will never make you care,
So I really have to ask myself
Why I keep on going there.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Maybe I can get past this twitter following limit if I can get some support for http://ping.fm/q0gYo
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Escaped Attention Earlier
http://ping.fm/K1f3N
Ping is being a spazz about including the music, but I imagine people blew off the original post as history alone.
The term "bourgeoisie" had many meanings in eighteenth–century France, from the most literal sense of "citizens of a city" to a more sociological meaning of talented and cultivated members of the Third Estate. Some eighteenth–century writers also used the term to refer to merchants. However, it did not yet connote upper–middle–class status or adherence to certain dominant social norms, as the term would suggest today. In this passage, from the newspaper Révolutions de Paris, the journalist distinguishes between the "bonne bourgeoisie," who he says are "aristocratic" and "monarchist by instinct" and who fear that any political change will cost money, and the "petite bourgeoisie," who are allied with "the people" and have shown themselves to be patriotic supporters of the Revolution.
http://ping.fm/LakI5
I also recall the reaction of the nobility in "The Red and The Black" by Stendahl.
Ping is being a spazz about including the music, but I imagine people blew off the original post as history alone.
The term "bourgeoisie" had many meanings in eighteenth–century France, from the most literal sense of "citizens of a city" to a more sociological meaning of talented and cultivated members of the Third Estate. Some eighteenth–century writers also used the term to refer to merchants. However, it did not yet connote upper–middle–class status or adherence to certain dominant social norms, as the term would suggest today. In this passage, from the newspaper Révolutions de Paris, the journalist distinguishes between the "bonne bourgeoisie," who he says are "aristocratic" and "monarchist by instinct" and who fear that any political change will cost money, and the "petite bourgeoisie," who are allied with "the people" and have shown themselves to be patriotic supporters of the Revolution.
http://ping.fm/LakI5
I also recall the reaction of the nobility in "The Red and The Black" by Stendahl.
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Monday, November 07, 2011
Cool Tool, Nice Tutorial: Using Valgrind to Find Memory Leaks - Cprogramming.com http://ping.fm/BWF2Y
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Friday, November 04, 2011
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Do you have a special diet like vegetarian, halal, kosher, gluten-free, etc? How long have you kept it for?
Not now. I kept one for 9 months, but it escaped.
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