actuality.log

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Random lurker types curious as to what I be doing, see below.

Thumbnails for delineate. Datewise, categorywise and so on.
If you’re still here and just so it doesn’t feel left out, here’s the new computer page. I haven’t updated the “bought” field so you have little idea how “complete” or not the [...]

I woke late. But I’ve been feeling tired all day. It’s like, you’re in this state when you aren’t really awake, but quasi conscious. I drag my dazed self across my home to find an empty fridge. There is nothing really exciting to eat. And by exciting, I’m including milk for some overly colourful, overly [...]

[This was typed up last evening, but due to flakiness of the stolen internet connection, I only got to post it today.]
It feels nice to be at home and in my own bed again.
I got back home late in the morning to a ton of spam, a bunch of packages (surprisingly? unstolen) at my doorstep [...]

If you have nothing to say, you express yourself in other ways.

It’s funny how things change. As a kid, birthdays were happy times. Plenty of presents and fun times with friends. Baking (rather complicated and cool) cakes with mom, and then pigging out. You know, just fun stuff that makes you … happy to be alive. You haven’t a care in the world, and everything’s going [...]

- My talk’s done.
- In order to commiserate my aging process, my folks got me a gamecube. Now all I need is Paper Mario 2 and I’ll feel like an 8 year old or so again.

To steal lines from one of the greatest classics of all time,
Sally sobs, “I’m going to be 40 …”.
“When?” says Harry.
“Some day,” she responds.
“In 8 years” says Harry.
Of course it’s definitely not 40 and 8, but I’m officially old. (TM)

- I wasn’t kidding when I said this place has absolutely nothing. I walked around for 3.5 hours yesterday and didn’t come up with one photo op. You could say I am blind, but I seriously doubt that.
- More male-female difference observations. I was at this one session for most of the morning where they [...]

I just got back from dinner with three women. Now the conversation kept veering toward things like how many women faculty there are in our departments, where they are in their career, how hard things might have been at various earlier points in their careers and so on.
Now my question is this. In fields such [...]

From Lincoln, NE.
Everything seems larger.
Everyone’s larger and more-fully clad.
And much whiter.

- You shouldn’t start packing for a trip at 12:10 after your ride calls and says she’ll be there at 12:30. You’re bound to forget something. Something important.
- When your boarding pass says row 11, you assume that means you’re going to be somewhere waaay up in the front of the flight. Not the last [...]

[Halfway through typing up last night's post, I realized I had at least three quite unrelated thoughts I was trying to cram into one block of text. Before I probably do something similar today, I'd like to say in my defence that it was almost 2 A.M when I typed that up, and I wasn't [...]

[I'm going to be leaving for a talk soon. Which means I have to do things so that I have something to talk about. Which means I am not going to be updating this place for a while.
Which means things aren't going to be too different from how they've been in the recent past.]
I [...]

I kinda like living alone. I get to shave myself in weird places
of the house.