PERFECT
Five star hotel. Heart of downtown Kiev. Victorian Decor. $120 per night. High speed internet. The best stocked refrigerator, mini-bar, and medicine cabinet I’ve ever seen. A desk staff that takes care of your every whim. And laundry service that even folds and irons your underwear.
Source date (UTC): 2012-10-09 11:29:00 UTC
Second best day of my life. Absolute madness. In a good way. 🙂 Nothing beats PFS. But a couple of libertarian friends, a little alcohol, and a fun city comes pretty close.
Source date (UTC): 2012-10-08 19:51:00 UTC
PEER PRESSURE : A LIGHTWEIGHT DIARY
Four cigars. Unknown number of gin and tonics. Unknown number of glasses of wine.
Libertarian friends to share them with.
Priceless. 🙂
(Thank you Sandro and Vincent for the cigars. 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2012-09-29 19:39:00 UTC
MOSCOW
Watching a movie right now. Captures the lights of downtown. I want to go back.
Russians still remember what it nobility is. Art and elegance , sophistication and grace are terms that still retain their meaning, at least to some.
Source date (UTC): 2012-09-23 01:24:00 UTC
( I love my car. )
It’s a sunny day. The top is down. I’m in Kirkand.
Sigh…
Source date (UTC): 2012-09-16 18:54:00 UTC
( Slept almost all day Saturday. Woke up at eight am this morning. Working late too many nights. Guess I’ve been overdoing it again. :/ More work today. )
Source date (UTC): 2012-09-16 11:57:00 UTC
WIERD?
For the past few weeks, healing from surgery, I’ve been haunting coffee shops in Bellevue, often until late at night, because I like the to work in the white noise of happy upper middle class banter near restaurants that serve decent food. And after writing at home in isolation for six months, it’s like coming out of hibernation.
Besides having wireless access, I’ve run in to a whole buch of people, and awkwardly caught up a bit. And I like that.
But I feel like a vagrant crashing a party and I’m perpetually overdressed for the occasion. 🙂
Unfortunately I’m not a prole who can idle about with coffee, cigarettes and absinthe as if it’s Paris in the twenties, feeling like I’m upwardly mobile. It’s too uncomfortable to be ungrounded. So I’m going to have to solve this problem somehow and actually get a space to work in. Either that or take up Peter Kowalczyk’s idea of bumming around Australia. 🙂
Despite my fantasy about retiring to write, it’s a fantasy. I’m too socially inclined to pour over a desk all day. And the hunt of the sales process is just too enjoyable to do without.
Anyway, I’ve got to go get a latte, and figure out why the debugger wont link through the firewall, while I background process how I’m going to solve this particularly difficult problem of how to talk about human calculation (in the wider heuristic sense) because I’m having difficulty getting it across, and I need to kick off the seminar on political philosophy this fall. 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2012-09-09 16:14:00 UTC
While I’ve been plagued with serious illnesses since college, I have for some reason falsely considered myself a healthy person. Since 2001, after each surgery, I seem to feel quite a bit better. After this last one, I feel radically different. It’s dramatic. I’d come to treat feeling bad as normal. A sort of constant subtle pain.
One of the problems with the alpha male tendency to consider one’s self invulnerable, is that it’s patently false. And reality eventually catches up to you. 🙂 It turns out we are all human after all.
Source date (UTC): 2012-09-07 14:31:00 UTC
18 HOURS LATER: STILL WRITING CODE AT MIDNIGHT
On a leather couch, by a fireplace, outside a restaurant and bar.
Ears full of Staind, Breaking Benjamin, Tool, A Perfect Circle, Evanessence, Katatonia, 12 Stones. The occasional Alice in Chains, Nirvana and Nickelback.
Heaven for a nerd: a tricky business problem, a laptop, good music, the white noise of happy chatter, and access to food. Absolutely priceless.
Offices are a curse. 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2012-09-01 03:10:00 UTC
RAPID DECLINE IN SULPHITE INTOLERANCE
I guess it worked. Catsup is back on the menu. So is hot sauce. So is bacon. So is some red wine. It’s not that I don’t feel anything. It’s that I don’t seem to be getting the allergic reaction. Not at all. Unfortunately MSG still does it’s horrible hatchet job on dopamine channels. Ran into that by accident the other day, and again today – despite labeling to the contrary, I’m a bit dizzy from it. But while I can avoid MSG carefully, damned sulphites are in everything.
So thank you Dr’s Botoni and Nguyen for removing my toxic organ. 🙂
Source date (UTC): 2012-08-29 20:10:00 UTC