me and my sister, this summer
Today Patrick and I played Ms. Pacman at Urban Outfitters. The high score was an embarrassingly low 56,000. I got 11,000.
Still no luck with the scanner.
I’ve lived in Boston seven and a half years. I own two sweaters, no turtlenecks and no sweatshirts.
Books I’ve read lately:
The Russian Girl, by Kingsley Amis: Filled with subtle personal interactions, reminding me a bit of Ravelstein. I wonder if these old-line literary giants all converge on this kind of slightly-impenetrable style as they age. Also, academic setting.
Guns, Germs & Steel: Excellent. Finally a scientific approach to human history.
The Bean Trees. Beautiful characters.
Lullaby, the new Palahniuk book. His books are ordinarily packed with interesting ideas. This one felt a little threadbare, like Choke.
Founding Brothers, a narrative of some particularly telling interactions between the US’s founding statesmen. Somewhat sub-standard writing, and the storytelling sugarcoats a rather weak history. At least for me, my historical knowledge isn’t very good so I was looking for more backfill.
Incidents in the Rue Laugier: A nice modern novel of manners.
I need some good non-fiction to read, I want to learn stuff. I started rereading The First Three Minutes the other day, which somewhat fits the bill. I just wish he wouldn’t talk down to his audience, saying things like "three thousand billion" instead of 3x1012 (causing further confusion because of the whole American/British million/milliard/billion thing).
One thing I’ve thought of doing lately is building a radio telescope but if you want to pick up anything smaller (well, further away) than the Sun you need more space than I have, to build a larger dish with more precision. There are some nice open source tools out there for radio astronomical imaging, like AIPS.
In Germany I noticed all the men above a certain age, maybe 35, were balding in exactly the same way.
Lately I’ve been listening to eminem. If my knowledge of verse idioms were better, I’d try a poetic analysis of Lose Yourself. What’s that term for when a rhythmic measure spans two lines, so you end up with a pause in the middle of a line?
Tonight I tried to make my scanner work under Linux, but there was a problem with the driver, which I stared down unsuccessfully for a while. Back in ’94 I remember one of the first times I used Linux, I had to patch a kernel driver to make my handheld logitech scanner work. And here we are, 8 years later: same problems. What the fuck?
Earlier this year, after hearing Stephen Tweedie’s keynote at OLS, I was going to write a little rant about how the kernel people don’t seem to understand the importance of providing stable interfaces and how this playground attitude is holding Linux back on the desktop, but I lost interest.
We used to call the Ximian employees spacemonkeys, with a little nod to fightclub.
The other day Alex and I started our recording career with our first track, Soul of a Quaker. For some reason skips got introduced into the mp3; I’ll try to fix those later.
I think I’m going to move this blog to livejournal this weekend.
Last week I read Lucky Jim for the first time, and was reminded of how much I like funny British novels. So I reread some of my PG Wodehouse books, but now I’m out of subtle brit humor. Any recommendations?