Archive for January, 2004
Happy Birthday Rachel
Friday, January 30th, 2004I love you sis! And now you are legal! Just think: in another three years, we can go clubbing together in Boston. And wow, I will be old and 23 and stuff. You never cease to amaze me. You taught me to love those in my gene pool. You make me like myself. Love loves with lovies on top. ::squeeze::
Quote
Thursday, January 29th, 2004‘Cute’ as in Jeremiah or ‘cute’ as in physically attractive?
When I picture you naked in my mind, I picture you in those clothes.
Cait Doyle
Search Queries
Thursday, January 29th, 2004Despite my disclaimer, some journal visitors do not believe that I can indeed see what they are searching for in my archives. Reviewing search queries not only helps me see what content people are searching for, but also entertains me. I decided to reply to some of my favorites.
66.56.81.__ first searched for girlfriend
, of which I do not have at the moment. This person also wanted to know if Ryan was gay. He assures me that he is not, despite his very metrosexual ways.
I am guessing that 68.69.109.__ was Brandon Meyer testing the new search feature because this person queried for JFSucks.com
in various forms.
Dear 66.56.81.__,
Do you ever get tired of searching for… never mind. Seriously, get a life.
Apparently 141.152.221.___ really wanted to know if he was ever mentioned in my online journal. ::cough:: Joshua ::cough:: (Love ya bro!)
65.66.61.__ wanted to know about my Channel One Student Produced Week experience. Those entries are not online yet, but will be shortly.
68.9.219.__: No, I have never been in love
.
67.82.2.___ searched for everything from Ivy League
to god
to Howard Dean
to New Jersey
to SATs
to West Palm Beach
to get a life
.
68.9.219.__ left me a long series of 38 queries. I do have a working e-mail address. You get bonus points for such a creative way of communicating with me.
68.116.76.__ wished me a happy birthday. Again, I have an e-mail address. But thanks anyway!
68.164.236.___ reminded me that while I can see search queries in [my] server log, but not everybody has a fixed IP address.
Duh.
Yes, 169.233.9.___, I can really see your search queries. Thanks for asking.
Was my e-mail bouncing back? Seriously people. While I appreciate the compliments from people like 68.9.219.__, e-mail is more suited for such flattery.
66.90.214.__ queried 14 times with the question of Is he ever going to turn comments on??
. Yes, I am going to turn comments on, but not yet.
I hope you enjoyed these as much as I did. Please, do not be afraid to search. ::grin::
(Note to the non-geeks: The string of numbers is an I.P. address. Think of this number as a telephone number for your computer and I have caller-I.D. This number is usually automatically assigned to you when you sign online and often changes each time your connect to your Internet Service Provider. Whenever you type my website address in your browser, my web server sees your address and sends information back to this address. My web server (and every other web server) logs your address and other information about what data is being sent. Do not worry about privacy, as web servers are not able to see any information beyond the necessary data routing information. For example, I would never know when my sister Rachel visited my site unless I knew her I.P. address when she visited my site. 99.9% of the time, I am not able to know an I.P. address without you telling me. For this entry, I replaced the last digits with underscores to protect anyone with a fixed I.P. address.)
Snow
Wednesday, January 28th, 2004Snow blanketed Boston… again. Up to eight inches was forecasted. My prayers were answered when only an inch or so arrived many hours after precipitation was expected to start.
Boston has been in the negative teens (degrees Celsius, with wind-chill factored) since I returned from break. Certainly, this is the coldest weather that I have ever had to consistently endure. But the cold is not so bad. With beanie, coat, gloves, and scarf, even thirty-minute walks are bearable. That is, bearable until water enters the scene.
Boston is beautiful when the snow is falling. The city slows and the crystalized water insulation absorbs a significant amount of noise. The wind dies down and the air feels warmer. The fog makes walking through Boston Common and Garden a mystical experience. I almost forget that I am in the middle of a city.
But then the snow stops. And the temperature does not rise. Salt, sand, and chemical de-icers turn the white beauty into green and brown slushes that adhere to my nice, or previously nice, Sketchers. Night brings a colder temperature and soon the slush will freeze. Once the snow becomes ice, walking across the campus becomes hazardous and messy.
I can tolerate the cold and the wind-chill, but the snow has got to go.
Worm Holes
Friday, January 23rd, 2004My first assignment in Honors this semester involved taking the Orange Line, observing the other riders, and writing a poem. Here is my second poem.
For a moment
Multiple worlds cross
A rift in time
A parallel universe
No majority
No minorities
An underground passage
Even for anglos
Decades beyond prejudice
More diversity now
Than when above
But who’s above
We’re all beneath
For now
For a moment
We’re all equal
For a moment
Now back above
Above logic now
Back to different
Back to same
Back to others
Back to lame
Powered Seating
Friday, January 23rd, 2004My first assignment in Honors this semester involved taking the Orange Line, observing the other riders, and writing a poem. Here is my first poem.
Walking on or across the tracks,
Yeah, that’s forbidden.
Obese asses shouldn’t lean against the doors either.
Wait — is saying that forbidden?
Saying anything when in the minority seems forbidden.
Hell, looking anywhere seems forbidden.
I made eye contact with that guy over there for a split second,
He’s still staring me down.
Doesn’t he know to keep your hands clear and your eyes to yourself?
Danger! 600 volts are running beneath this seat.
But more danger is emanating from the hag beside me than the wires beneath me.
Apparently no volts are used to heat this train either.
No volts appear to beat these people’s hearts either.
Would a smile be so much to ask for?
Nah, that’s probably forbidden too.
Link
Thursday, January 22nd, 2004If you want to see my hideous* work in Intro to Media Production, check out my Emerson Pages.
Note: You will need a non-Internet Explorer browser to view these pages correctly. Until Microsoft implements full PNG graphic support (an open-format that has been around since IE 4), the page will look not so good. Mozilla and Opera for Windows rocks the world. All Mac users should be using Safari because it’s the best browser ever created on any platform.
*hideous = would have been good with better equipment and more time
First Day of Spring, er, “Spring”
Tuesday, January 20th, 2004History of Media Arts (part 2: Back with Boredom) kicked off my Spring Semester 2004 at Emerson College. Dr. Harmony Wu carries quite the reputation around campus as a b*tch. Fortunately, today is likely the only time that I will have class with her. Professor Peter Flynn teaches the same class before Dr. Wu and he agreed to sign me into his class. I am trying to reschedule my classes to the morning so that I am able to work and save money for Castle Well. If I am also able to learn under a more friendly professor, all the better.
The first class was not without hilarity. If Dr. Wu wasn’t so scary with her pop-quizzes of doom, I would stick around just for the dry humor. Here are some highlights:
Apparently there was a flood — or something Biblical — and all the books were ruined. [. . .] They (the Emerson College bookstore) ask for book orders way early and then they don’t even order them until a week before we return and then they unleash water on them.
If you have any of these devices (
cell phones, palm pilots, pagers and anything else that beeps, rings, blinks, buzzes, whistles, vibrates, whirs, lights up, spins, twirls, or otherwise calls attention to itself
) out during an exam, I will consider it a new media form of writing answers on your sneakers.
You wouldn’t believe the number of grandmas that die around exam time. It’s just amazing — and bad karma
You can put your fantasy scenarios on the Excel spreadsheet.
My brain is melting, so welcome to the Harmony Wu experience.
I know you guys are chasing, or chaffing, or chomping, or whatever at the bit or however the expression goes.
Link
Wednesday, January 14th, 2004Reuters: New study shatters Internet geek image
The typical Internet user — far from being a geek — shuns television and actively socializes with friends, a study on surfing habits said on Wednesday.
Common Sense Media Applauds the Best and Roasts the Worst in First Annual Awards Gala
Wired: Transforming Thoughts Into Deeds
Avoid MegaMacs.com!
Wednesday, January 14th, 2004Beware consumer! Do NOT buy from MegaMacs.com. My friend Mark purchased a product from this company. However, the product was falsely advertised. Mark wished to return the product for a refund. Not only did MegaMacs refuse to accept the product for a refund, the company also refused to correct the false information on its website. Mark is stuck with an external hard drive that is significantly different from the MegaMacs.com description and out of $125.
