Firefox did something to me it has never done before: crashed. I was not upset about it at the time. Later, I realized I lost an entire post to my bad luck. I’ve been unbelievably happy with that program, and I had left it open for three plus days doing a wide variety of things; no software is perfect. I’m going to write again, but I will not try to recall what I wrote before; the current stream-of-consciousness leanings of this journal have been helpful for me, if boring for you. Those visiting for CSS/XHTML thoughts, feel free to take a look at this past February 11th for more than enough technical jargon.
Saturday night was the kind of night in which you drive around with the windows down and the heat on. It was a cold night for August, but it felt good to drive back from St. Thomas and enjoy summer freedoms. The day before that was a good day for taking a late-night walk and having a great time. Thinking of it inevitably puts a grin on my face.
College prep has been the catch-phrase lately. After my summer chem, I re-registered (which was a colossal pain in the patoot) and am now unofficially a BioChem major. There is a high probability that, as I get closer to dental school and further from my “roots” as a coder, tumbledry may evolve into a journal of my professional school journey. Don’t worry, I come to tumbledry to entertain myself, too. I won’t put you to sleep.
Among the miscellaneous errands required was book purchasing. I more than halved last year’s book cost and triumphantly checked out. To the sound of a riotous crowd, I signed my credit card receipt with a flourish, threw my new purchases into my bag, and (as the cheering grew to a deafening roar) sprinted from the premises shouting “Freedom! You’ll never take away my freedom!” In actuality, it was nothing like that. However, I did find ten (10) cents in the form of a single coin (a dime) and realized I had just experienced an instant discount. You could call the trip a success.
Coincidentally, Richard was on campus at the exact same time, putting the finishing touches on some new library furniture. That makes two people (Adam, Richard) that worked in wood this summer. I’m pretty sure that if I grouped all my friends together, we could build a house (and, with Matt and John’s help, fix all the problems and landscape, to boot). Anyone need a house?
Miscellaneous other facts: tumbledry’s background changed recently, did you notice? My first name was almost not Alexander but Benjamin. Since I started keeping track, we have logged just over 16,000 visits to this front page. The pound sign on the telephone is called an octothorp.
The last time I listened to this John Mayer album was quite a while ago. Even now, I find it unendingly musical, catchy, and clever. The lyrics and melodic lines seem to coalesce so completely, it’s as if one formed the other, neither one coming first. Furthermore, I identify with his subjects, I envy his musical talent, and through my own struggles with writing music, respect what he has done. I can see why people are not as happy with the second album; but I think it is simply because his freshman effort was a bit of a jewel. If he made another just like it, people would get huffy about him not “evolving,” but since he has changed things, people get alienated. Ahh, the tough life of making music.
My Stupid Mouth, John Mayer
My stupid mouth,
Has got me in trouble.
I said too much again
To a date over dinner yesterday
And I could see she was offended.
She said well anyway …
Just dying for a subject change.
Oh, it’s another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said think before speaking
No filter in my head.
Oh, what’s a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon
We bit our lips she looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the
Salt and pepper shakers.
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good
What just slipped out
And what went wrong.
Wonder if I’ll ever get to see him in concert. Regardless, I do hope to see Keri Noble in concert. At a Zoo. Yeah, I agree, it seems odd for concerts to be at zoos. I know I’ve seen this venue, but I can’t remember what it looks like. Maybe they’ll have the dolphins sing along or something. Or maybe I should stop writing and go back to what I was doing. Yes, that’s it.
In the grand tradition of occassionally recounting the comings and goings here at tumbledry, I present to you the latest list of strange search phrases that have led people here (as supplied by my stats program so kindly installed by Justin):
alex m dry
smapdi age 8
mail friendship
schopenhauer aphorisms
quote for graffiti
smell like woo
napoleon dynamite xgames
male appendage clothing
flying cows
Ok, I never wrote about male appendages, in any way shape or form. I have no idea why they are showing up in a search … even if it was only one hit. I think that disclaimer is important because I do my best to keep it clean around here. After all, we are named after a laundry cycle.
Furthermore, very interesting introduction and link over at kottke concerning a type of test to get a better window into the way people think. That is, it works to quantify the gap between what we think subconsciously and what we think consciously. Sometimes the difference is far greater than we might think, or the opposite or what we would expect.
Even though these tests are just demonstrations, the differences in what you believe and your mind’s true feelings are important to be aware of for many reasons, even though it may be uncomfortable to know …
kottke
I think I’ll take a couple of these tests in the interest of understanding myself better and making myself a better person. Or I might go read more Harry Potter. I think both improve a person in their own way. Regardless, it is a beautiful summer day made to be enjoyed!