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Sun, 24 Aug 2003

Weekends

This weekend was a perfect example of why I hate weekends. What the hell do normal people do for 48 plus hours? Because I mainly just sit around at home going crazy.

Friday night I went to a late late party. I was dead tired and fell asleep at 10pm but dragged myself back up when friends stopped by, reasoning that since the party was literally across the street I should at least give it a shot. So I went and stood around and tried to talk to people once or twice but mostly just stood around staring at the cute girls and not having anything to say. Everyone else seemed to know one another and most of my friends left early, so eventually I got bored and went back home to go to bed.

Saturday I went to the beach with more friends. Actually the first half of the day was waiting around for my housemate, who was supposed to join us but had mysteriously disappeared, sans cellphone. Finally we decided to ditch her and got to the beach around 3pm. It was actually a nice beach—not the fantastic tropical paradise of southern Taiwan, but the water was warm and clear and the sand was soft.

The good ol' days

So I guess Saturday was alright, despite somehow managing to lose my cellphone.

But today, today was the kicker. Today I sat around the house. Did some laundry. Practiced. Rechristened the blog. Had a thrill of excitement flushing my mail queue of two messages that had been frozen since December 2001 and seeing them appear in my inbox. Sat around some more until I got so stir-crazy that I finally forced myself shower, shave and go outside despite not having any destination whatsoever.

I walked down to Central Square and the lo, the Cambridge Carnvial was there, which was mildly interesting. Lots of competing Jamaican-style mobile sound systems pumping out basslines to the streets. I bought some crappy and amazingly-overpriced stall food and then sat down on the benches for an hour and fed the fucking pigeons like a fucking old man, trying to decide what to do with my life.

Finally at 6pm things started to pick up a bit. Got a really nice email from a very good friend I don't have a lot of contact with. Saw someone random on the way home from the grocery store and stopped to chat. And the day is getting late and soon I can wake up to the blissful busy-ness that is a weekday....

Posted at 19:11 | /mortal | (leave a comment) | permalink

The All-Thing

In case you hadn't noticed, the anti-blog is now the All Thing. (Cf. Dan Simmon's Hyperion, which is perhaps based on Um Alþingi ?)

Also let me state for the record that with Apache's mod_proxy and mod_rewrite it is so easy and so painless to restructure things arbitrarily while still preserving historical URIs. And to think, in the olden days we used to map URLs directly to specific machines and filesystem components.

Posted at 10:52 | /meta | (leave a comment) | permalink


   

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