miniblog: January 2007

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

top chef can kiss my grits

Sam was just totally robbed. How disgusting. Bravo chose ratings over talent.

I don't want either Marcel or Ilan to win. Bah!

Friday, January 19, 2007


I just got an email from my public library - they are now offering audiobook and digital book downloads from their site - all for freaking free!!!!!!! And the collections are of every audio and digital book in their system, which is massive!! How awesome is that!!!

I love my library. If I had money, I would give them some. Like, a lot.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Google sucks. I'm sorry, but it does. I like to have some aesthetic to my informational/internet experiences, and Google is about as bland, irritating, and insulting as craigslist. Ugh, every time I go to craigslist I feel like I'm in a traffic jam. Is it really that cost-prohibitive for google and craigslist to even remotely add some graphic design? Everytime I look at google I feel like I'm staring at Windows 3.1.

Go use Dogpile. Not only is it visually appealing, it searches google and a bunch of other engines anyway.

Ugh. Google! How?!?!? *smacks forehead repeatedly*
Yesterday was my first day back riding my bike to school. I thought it was going to majorly suck, but it was wonderful. There's something immensely satisfying about carrying everything you will need in a day (food, drinks, toiletries, clothes, books, pens, etc) on your back or in a pack and getting where you need to go, without spending a dime. Without having to deal with rush-hour traffic. A lot of joy comes from that last point; a lot also comes from pulling off that magnitude of organization. It takes a lot of planning, but, again, the rewards are great. to me, anyways.

Last night as I was riding home, the weather turned really spooky; clouds hung very low, and the military planes doing their nightly runs looked like giant trucks, with two large headlights, silently gliding through the fog. It was very startling. The planes all bank to the right, one after another, at the same predetermined spot, and the turn causes one of those headlights to disappear. At this point, with their now-single spotlight angled down towards the ground, they look straight from War of the Worlds, which I'm not ashamed to admit really creeped me out (till the ending of course).

What made it even more creepy was the groundlight reflected intermittently in the low clouds. No one in my subdivision has really tall trees, so as I rode in I could see almost all of the night sky. The horizon all around the subdivision was a deep, inky blue, which lightened to a gray-blue just above, like a dark-rimmed bowl. And this was at 9pm. Then, to the west, a long streak of white cloud, brightly illuminated from below, cut through the bowl like a wispy porcelain crack. It was very strange.