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June 2003

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2003.06.28

Whose house is this??

01:21 AM PST :: comments: 0

We just painted our house. (Or, more accurately, we paid someone else to paint our house.) It is now white with green trim as opposed to grey on grey. It looks great. However, my brain doesn't immediately recognize it as our house when we drive up to it. This will take a little getting used to.

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2003.06.27

Well, that's interesting

12:32 PM PST :: comments: 0

I'm not sure what to make of this. This article makes it clear that the money is in the connection businees, not the content business. But it is also well known that there is an immense bandwidth glut. With near infinite supply, the price should trend towards zero. So why is the price of broadband around $40/month? Especially if we're only using about $2/month? Hmmmmmmm...

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If you were thinking about what to get me...

03:00 AM PST :: comments: 0

one of these would be nice.

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Dreams

02:57 AM PST :: comments: 0

Alex thinks that it would be fantastic if we could swap dreams as a way of getting to know each other better. I'm not so convinced. I know that my dreams are so surreal as to be incomprehensible even to me, and I'm the one doing the dreaming. When I try to describe them to someone else I just sound like I'm babbling randomly.

Plus, as soon as I wake up, I start forgetting huge chunks of my dreams. Dream journals don't help because I simply cannot write fast enough. It would take two or three pages just to describe a single scene in one of my dreams because everything is so incongruous and random. By the time I've described anything, I've forgotten everything else.

What I really want is some way to record my dreams. Someday that will be possible, right?

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2003.06.24

Sorry State

06:51 PM PST :: comments: 0

I thought I was recovering nicely, but today I feel absolutely horrible. The pain at the site of the surgery is to be expected, but I felt totally out of it as well today. My head hurts and I can barely stay awake and I feel in a fog. My naps are full of fever-dreams and do little to refresh me. Its like all of the narcotics that I've taken over the past four days have kicked in at once. And not in a good way.

I'm doing a little better now than I was earlier. Lets hope this keeps up.

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Hurg...

03:30 AM PST :: comments: 0

Just finished wrestling with a particularly tough bit of CSS layout for a site I'm working on. Uphlgrph! I really hate IE and its buggy implementation of CSS. It's so maddening to have everything looking perfect in Mozilla and Opera and totally wonked in IE. You know that the code is "correct". You know that changing the code will mess it up on Mozilla or Opera. But you know that nobody can view it at all in IE, and therefor you have to do something to make it work. Sigh.

I really underestimated the amount of time I needed to finish this project. Luckily, my project manager is far better at estimating than I am and billed what turns out to be an appropriate number of hours.

(BTW, debugging is not made easier when on serious painkillers. As if you didn't already know that.)

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2003.06.22

Recovering

12:50 AM PST :: comments: 1

I had surgery yesterday (Friday). I am recovering as best as can be expected. Too early to tell if the surgery achieved what it was supposed to, but there were no complications and I am otherwise fine.

I would be in tremendous pain except for the miracles of modern pharmacology. Instead, I am merely in moderate pain. I can live with that.

What freaks me out more than the pain is how little I remember. I was given Versed right before the operation. I remember practically nothing about what happened during the operation and even much of what happened when I got home. Very very freaky. The whole day felt like a dream. I would switch topics in conversation according to dream logic, and them be puzzled when they didn't understand me. And when I tried to concentrate, all of my thoughts would slip away just like they do in dreamland. Even now, I still can't tell if some of the things that I "remember" from that day actually happened, or if I just dreamed them. It was very disturbing and unnerving. I'm not sure that I ever want to visit Versed-land ever again.

Executive Summary: In pain, but doing OK. Kinda Freaked Out.

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