Sarah made a comment when bringing up a load of laundry the other day, something about not leaving stuff sitting in the washing machine. I remember replying “right, ‘cuz it will smell like mildew.”
I now realize she wasn’t making an offhanded comment, but was referring to the specific load of laundry she was carrying.
The clothes I am now wearing.
My cube has taken on a musty, basementy smell, centered around my musty self.
Bleh.
Went to my girlfriend’s roommate’s father’s birthday today.
Brings to mind “Spaceballs”:
Dark Helmet: I am your father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former
roommate.
Lone Starr: What’s that make us?
Dark Helmet: Absolutely nothing! Which is what you are about to become.
It was a good time. It was at Kara’s parent’s house, which is a beautiful farm.
The weather was wonderful.
We went into the meshed-off blueberry house and had some blueberries. Most weren’t ripe yet, but there were some ripe ones mixed in.
There was a potluck cookout with tons of good stuff, and kids splashing in the pond Bob built many years back.
I just found out my favorite restaurant in Worcester, The Bamboo Hut, is now closed.
I suppose it should be no surprise, it was always nearly empty in there when I would go to eat. I guess they can only hold out so long like that.
But the food was great, and the people were nice. I’ll miss the place.
Now I have to find new secret yummy places to eat in Worcester.
So I haven’t updated my website in… um…
Well, the index.php was last modified 10/31/2004.
So I updated it.
=)
I’ve been thinking about getting a better scanner, both for increased speed and quality, and also so I can scan slides and negatives.
So far I’m leaning towards the Epson Perfection V700. It’s $500, but payday is this Friday…
Here’s a flash walkthrough of the features.
And here’s a review.
It looks pretty snazzy. Adam keeps chiming in that I should get a sheet-fed one, but I don’t think photos feed in with a sheet-fed scanner. So unless I wanted to scan and OCR books, I don’t really need a sheet-fed.
I just finished reading Hunter S. Thompson’s “The Rum Diary”, and I can’t help but feel old and doomed.
In the book, he is almost 32, and talking about how old and weathered he feels… and I am already 32, on my way to 33. I can’t help sometimes feeling like it’s over, the whole kit ‘n kabootle has passed me by, and it’s only now, in the final moments, that I realize it was even moving past me. Too slow to realize, so damn clever that the simplest of facts bypassed me entirely.
The book, for some reason I cannot quite place my finger on, reminds me of The Great Gatsby. Maybe it’s the crazed relationships, with the backdrop of crazed parties. Perhaps it’s the solid sense of place and time, even though the two are about very different places and times, they are both solidly placed. They are both narrated by a character who stays on the edge of things, involved yet convincing himself that he is objective and outside it all.
In both cases, I could easily relate to the main character/narrator – despite differences, they seem to have some fundamental core that I can latch on to, that I can see in myself. So in a way, by relating to Paul Kemp, I’m allowing him to speak for me, and in this case, the sentiment he’s expressing is that of feeling very old, worn ragged by the scrapes of everyday existance.
Heh, I could use a drink.
Oh, and before I forget:
Went to Salem, NJ and Alloways Creek, NJ with Ray today to see if we could find the graves of some of my Quaker ancestors. We didn’t have a lot of luck. The one cemetery we did find didn’t have anyone I was looking for. Probably many of the gravestones were destroyed or sank below ground level. Also, the Quakers didn’t necessarily have grave markers in all cases.
I did find the grave of an “Ann Firth” but I’m not sure how she fits into my tree, if at all.
We *did* come across the Hancock House in Alloways Creek, where my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Charles Fogg (a “Fighting Quaker”) was killed in a British sneak attack on March 21, 1778.
Went to the Rush concert last night with Ray and his friend Ty (aka Farrah).
It was a great show, a very slick lighting setup, with lasers and pyrotechnics, even.
The high point of the show was Neil Peart’s extended drum solo, which is the best drumming I’ve ever seen. He has an amazing drum kit, the whole of which rotates and has another set of stuff on the other side, including a keyboard made out of little drum pads.
I haven’t seen that many live shows, and this one was pretty impressive. Probably partly wasted on me, though – I’m not a huge Rush fan, so only knew a few of the songs.
After the show, we had a bit of an adventure. The train we thought would take us back to the car instead stopped after a few stops, dropping us in the middle of nowhere in NJ (along with a bunch of other fellow show-goers). People slowly found rides or took the bus, Ray called his roommate Steph and she headed out to get us.
While we were waiting for her to arrive, we walked around the parking lot chatting. Then we noticed a guy and his girlfriend on the other side of the parking lot. He was yelling at her loudly, at it looked like he was hitting her and knocked her down. Ray called 911, and after the rude 911 operator finished swearing at him (seriously) he reported what was going on. Shortly a small fleet of cops drove up (guess there was nothing else going on that night). After a while it looked like the guy and the girl walked away, guess she said there was no problem or something. Then Steph drove up as the cops were driving away. Her car is very loud, the muffler being only partly attached.
During a harrowing drive home (Steph likes to take on ramps at full speed regardless of the sharpness of the turn) there was a large *clank* as a chunk of metal fell off the bottom of the car and onto the highway.
The car kept going fine though, we made it home ok, and I collapsed exhausted on the couch.
I was talking to Cecelia yesterday, she’s a Sophomore in high school, and she was telling me that they now offer coffee for the students.
She goes through several cups a day. Got me thinking, with all the Starbuckses and Dunkin Donutses around these days, coffee must be at an all-time high in popularity.
I wonder what will become of this current generation of fast-paced, coffee-powered, communication-age people?
I’m not saying previous generations were any better, or that there’s anything wrong with the combination of caffeine and technology, I’m just legitimately curious about what this will produce, socially, artistically, politically… whatever happens, should be an interesting ride, they’re a savvy bunch.