Well, lots of interesting things.. my powerbook is in the shop due to the superdrive freaking out, it won’t accept CD’s anymore. So off to Apple it goes. I sent it off before I realized that the book reader scripts I dug up for Ealasaid were on it, but hopefully nothing bad will happen :).

Went to a meeting of South Bay Bloggers last night, among the motley band of malcontents that appeared were:

• Antwon
• Ealasaid
• Courtney
• Elke
• Fling93
• Mark
• Jonas
• Jill
• David
• Buzz
• Sylvia

  And of course, others I didn’t recognize by sight, or am unable to match faces to blogs (It’s surprisngly difficult, given the topics of discussion at these. Who would guess that Twon, he of the essay-length posts and rambling social commentary would be the person discussing how to blend in with a group of drunk cubs fans at Wrigley Field? The antwon.com bumper sticker holding on his rear fender gives you some idea though…) If I forgot you on this list, let me know (and a small headshot to correspond a face to the name/blog would help!)

  And lastly, another denizen of the ether – PitBull has opened a new photoblog that I am going to try to get my photography back on line with. (Right. I barely have time to poop, let alone shoot and crop.)

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Did anyone see the cover of the SJ-Mercury News today? Todd Harvey, hanging his head. That pose, it’s unspoken eloquence sums up the feelings of a hundred thousand Sharks fans, to get close enough to touch it, but come up short. This morning I got up, got Caitlin ready, took her to school and then went to my dentist’s appointment, only to find that my appointment is *next* week, not *this* week. So I went to Denny’s for breakfast. I read the paper, wallowed in my depression, and now I sit here, at work, unmotivated, tired, and grump-ay. I hope no-one bothers me today.

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Most of 2000 I worked for a startup named lightsocket.com. The people there were pretty cool, and when I got married they had a little party right before my vacation time started, and they got me a bunch of cool things, like an espresso machine and some hazelnut syrup.

So I’m surrounded by all these laughing, shouting people, opening gifts and having cake and soda and stuff, and I open this bottle of hazlenut syrup and they’re all cheering, so what do I do?

I take the top off and take a hit.

The crowd goes wild, and starts chanting ‘HARD-CORE! HARD-CORE!”

Don’t ever try this at home folks. It took a week to get the sugar out of the cracks between my teeth. That stuff is sweet.

Since then, I don’t go for hazelnut so much. I still have that same bottle, half full in my cubicle right now.

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Caitlin has some kind of an allergy, this morning after breakfast, she was covered in huge white welts, all on her hands, feet, legs and arms. Some benadryl helped but her hands and feet were still puffy. The doctor says that she might be developing a nut allergy, and I don’t like the sound of that. I’d hate to have to carry an epipen everywhere I go with her, in case she comes into contact with a peanut. The thought of not being able to help her is so frustrating. I feel powerless.

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This is the muse I thought of last week and almost lost due to the brain suckage at work. I seriously think I’d be better off if I moved into the stairwell with just my laptop and a recliner. Anyways, I’m having a discussion with someone last week and something occurs to me. There are lots of people, more and more every year that are going into science related fields. Things like Comp Sci, EE, ME and even things like chem., bio and medicine. That’s fine, don’t get me wrong, but the thing that worries me is an almost complete disregard for what might be referred to as ‘classical studies’ – How many people do you know that majored in History? Anthropology? Archeology? Right. And how many of them serve you fries on your way home? I wonder if our society is becoming so technically slanted that classical studies are in jeopardy of being lost. I know, there are a few stalwart holdouts that still believe that 17th century poets are worth of study, but by and large, I worry that in 50 years, we’re not going to have people digging in Egypt, piecing together lost civilizations in the Amazon, or poring over ancient latin texts by candlelight at Miskatonic U. Do you think that’s a valid concern? I mean, I don’t specifically have a use for someone to translate ancient greek and Aramaic texts to me, but I feel content somehow knowing that there are people out there who can. The next time I’m confronted with a star vampire, or a copy of De Vermis Mysteriis, I might need that person, unlikely as such an occurance would be. And if that person doesn’t exist… then what?

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