Cary Tennis is my new pesonal role model.
My old one was Max Cherry.
I feel as though I'm just waiting for the next thing to happen, working my job and keeping my head above water.
I need a new hobby.
Every other Tuesday night, I get together with a group of friends to play Formula Dé, a Formula One racing game. It started out as an excuse for the guys to get together and hang out, but now everyone takes it pretty seriously. I couldn't play all the first season's games due to travel, but this year looks to be less demanding.
I've been up all night updating the league web site, a labor of tedium. I should be sleeping instead, but every once in a while you just gotta stay up all night writing code.
Korean mothers are flying to Los Angeles to have their babies, so they'll have US citizenship.
Eventually, every loophole in the law gets exploited. Then you either have to close the loophole, or just give up on the restriction.
Immigration is what keeps America growing. Before long, we're going to open the floodgates.
There was a shooting around the corner from my home yesterday.
I was far away, in the suburbs, working away at my startup job.
Four people were injured, in a fight over money and forged identification.
I don't think I can conceive what living in their world is like.
I just want to go out biking today.
Rode the bike to the train station. It wasn't enough.
Maybe later this week, I'll ride all the way down here.
It was rad!
We didn't make it all the places, but it was a fine showing for the three of us.
We came in 7th, just a couple points off the lead. Unfortunately, the one guy I wanted us to beat ended up winning. Fucker.
But that's vindictiveness that just has no place at such a basically wholesome event.
Anyway. I highly recommend it.
I'm doing the Bay Area Bicycle Treasure Hunt today with a couple of old Berkeley friends.
Our team name proposals:
They Might Be Geeks
Tour de Pants
Lance Headstrong
I'm sure we'll come up with something better before noon.
Alias.
This article explains why better than I can.
"C-3PO IS GAY"
--giant poster on an I-280 support column next to the Caltrain tracks.
I've had this odd obsession with recording every book I read; I even have a web page devoted to it.
The latest was The Continental Op by Dashiel Hammett. It's a collection of short stories about a private investigator who is oddly both completely ethical towards his employer (never taking bribes) and pretty immoral about how he goes about his business. Some of them have that annoying "just so" property at the end.
As a kid I was obsessed with Encyclopedia Brown, even though I figured out pretty quick just how formulaic they all were. I rarely figured them out on my own, but their clean endings made me feel more comfortable somehow. I'm sure if I tried to read them again today, I'd find the plot holes and such.
The idea today was to get up early, go cycling, get buffer, eat a bunch of fiber, and otherwise be a productive and healthy citizen.
What a laugh.
Up at noon, big eggs-and-sausage breakfast, long bus ride home, sitting around the house goofing off without getting a damned thing done.
Maybe I'll fix the home page while I'm at it.
Maybe I'll make this the home page.
Or something.