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Thursday, 8 January 2004

Life Goes On

So Jean gave me her MacWorld pass and so I went to the Moscone Center and spent about an hour wandering around. Uh yeah . . new computers? Um, I prolly should have looked at those. Still, I think it was a good introduction to macworld, I guess. I thought I had gone once before, but I was mistaken. It reminds me of the county fair, but more high-tech. Actually, since I used to go to the Santa Clara County Fair, it's probably the same amount high tech.

I talked ot the folks who make Audio Hijack and wanted to know why it doesn't capture sound from SuperCollider. This is actually a silly question, because SuperCollider is an audio programming language. If you want to capture the auio to disk, you can just write a little thingee to do it for you. But the help files on that aren't done yet and I was hoping for a faster solution. So I stood there and chatted for a minute, trying to recall what other oddball program that I run that I couldn't capture audio from?? I finally gave up trying to remember and wandered off. Only just now, as I tweak the source code, do I remember that I was thinking of the Java Just Intonation Calculator. Oh yeah. That thing I'm lead developer on.

Clearly I'm much spacier than I think I am.

Maybe you're wondering how I'm doing? Fine thank you. A bit distracted, I guess. somewhat sad. More relieved. Working to maintain optomism.

After I left MacWorld, thinking I must have seen all the exhibitions at least in passing (but that can't be true, because I didn't see digidesign or MOTU's booths, which must have been there), I barted around homewards, but got off at downtown Berkeley, so I could get pants and undies. Went to Ross Dress for Less because I am cheap. No pants I liked. But I nought the only 2 pair of small boxers in the whole store. (boxers or briefs? boxers. now you know.) they're kind of hideous. One is covered in patriotic patterns, the other is green plaid. there's nothing wrong with green plaid, except that it's really not a good color on me. mind you, this is not something i worry about because nobody sees my underwear.

And then as I was wlaking home, it occurred to me that I'm single now. Not only might my underwear be seen, but this might be a desirable occurance and one where it might not be best to be wearing patriotic patterns. oy! Ellen points out that there are chicks who go for the geeky thing. these chicks are clearly my only hope. (She didn't use the word "chicks")

Is it a little early to worry about dating again? Why, just because I've been broken up for less than 48 hours and have enough emotional baggage with me to charter my own airplane back to CT? So let me do a little public self-esteem building (in the spirit of blogs everywhere): what's not for chicks to dig? somewhat intelligent. kind of have my shit together (depending on how you define "shit"). Cute in a geeky sort of scrawny geek boy kind of way. (Is "scrawny geek boy" still employed as a catagory for describing people? should it be spelled "boi?") Have one or two pairs of nice underwear lurking someplace. ("lurking" might not be the best word for "in a laundry basket or drawer in connecticut.") Have musical skills.

I'm trying to create a mental picture of what I'm looking for in the big, scary world, but I think I don't want to post it, as posting it would cause me angst and thus would violate one of my new years resolutions. my goodness, the year has laready been so eventful.

I want to drink a lot of beer in a social setting. I want to crawl under my bed and hide. I want to get nekkid with geek chicks, but first I would need a lot of beer and then I might hide anyway.

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