Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Diary of a day not feeling well:
A bit before 0930, woke up. Totally surprised that I didn't sleep till noon or something.
Made a bowl of oatmeal, though didn't have the appetite to eat much of it.
Made a grocery list, as I had almost nothing left in the house.
1030 or so, fell back to sleep.
Woke up. When I thought to check the clock, it was 1830.
I think I tried to eat something, but I can't imagine what for the life of me, as I had nothing to eat.
Took out the trash.
Went grocery shopping.
Put the groceries away, and had a salad (well, just spinach, really -- I don't know if that counts as a salad per se) and a PB&J sandwich. Entire process took three hours. I don't think it should have taken that long, but I guess that's how long it takes.
2130 - 2300 Futzing around on the computer and intermittently listening to music. This includes getting writing what became this blog entry, and getting bummed out because I realized being home sick the other day had caused me to miss the Radiohead show. I bought tickets soon after it was announced. Was slightly heartened by ex post facto online reports that indicated, because of rain, traffic, and my time management skills, I would have missed most of the thing even if I had tried to go.
Posted by Howard at 02:24
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
So Mom called last night.
Ma: Hi. I have a question for you. What's the name of that series of numbers where...
Ma:...where the numbers go in order adding together?
Ma: You know, each one is the the last one and the one before it added?
Me: That's the Fibonacci sequence. It goes "1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8," right?
Ma: Right. That's it. How do you spell it?
Me: F-I-B-O- uh, I can't remember if it's one N or two -O[sic]-C-C-I.
Ma: I knew you were the person to ask. I thought it was Greek, though. It sounds more like an Italian name.
Me: That's because it probably is.
Ma: Okay, thanks. Bye.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Frankly, I can't remember my account and/or password for your blog site thingy to post comments. Or I don't want to get livejournal/myspace/whatever cooties.
But really, for all intents and purposes, del.icio.us is my blog now.
(Or maybe last.fm:
Posted by Howard at 05:29
Friday, November 10, 2006
Yom Kippur is just over, and I'm thinking about stuff I want. I think stuff I want to do is okay. Like I might want to go to hear David Macaulay (ooh - didn't realize it costs $17, though). Ooh, but Berkeley Breathed is coming. That might be good. I mean, who can't help but to take pity on this puppy?
I want this CD from Guided by Voices. But only that CD.
Well, this CD is okay, too.
Posted by Howard at 15:30
I ended up buying less than half of these.
- my daily bread
- iPod Shuffle
- gym shoes (one pair)
- work shoes (brownish)
- post-workout protien low-carb things
- a PCI 802.11g wireless card that doesn't choke using WPA preshared-key with AES
- belts, one black and one dark brown
- tailoring for the suit
- Yamaha CLP (Clavinova) series digital piano or equivalent
- FM radio adapter for iPod shuffle
- FM radio adapter for iPod Nano as gift later this year for sister
- Subscription to "The Believer" as gift for birthday for sister
- Ubuntu Linux
- a couple pints of Vermont's Finest if I actually get all this done
Posted by Howard at 07:06
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Saw Echo & the Bunnymen.
Songs covered (in whole or in part), in no order:
- "Roadhouse Blues", The Doors
- "The Bends", Radiohead (they did the whole song)
- "Walk on the Wild Side", Lou Reed (I hate to say it, but he flubbed the rhythm of the "doot-da-doot" part a little).
- I can't remember — was it the Wilson Pickett tune "In the Midnight Hour" or was it "After Midnight" by J. J. Cale?
Boy Kill Boy was the opening act. For the first couple and last couple songs they played, I felt like the band was pulling against thier own drummer. Then the Bunnymen came out, and right off the bat the drummer was like, "Follow me, boys!" And that's why some bands still headline after 25 years.
Ooh, I feel all connoisseur-y right now. I used to be drummer ignorant, until I had a roommate (brother of the girl with the bed of nails side-show side-job) who had a band. I found out how little I was aware of the difference a good drummer can make. A couple years of paying attention, and now I'm all critiquing and shit.
Posted by Howard at 17:02