Isn't that special?
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Kitchen
Well isn't this clever? Now I can blog from my phlog on flickr without even bothering with the Blogger logger.
Yet Another Use of Quantum Mechanics in Packing
Just to show off my mad Excel skills, I'm posting a static-html version of the pivot table I used to keep up with my packages. [Note: this was A Bad Idea, as the spreadsheet not only doesn't show up in Firefox, it doesn't get along with Blogger either. I gave up on it.] It looks like I have too much stuff coming, seeing as how the room is already full and none of the nine boxes has arrived yet. I know I've been spoiled living with unlimited space at G-diddy's, but if there's one thing I learned at Tech, it's how to fit way too much stuff into way too little space.
If there're two things I learned at Tech, the second one is how to fit way too many activities into way too little time.
And if there are three things I learned at Tech, the third one is that space and time are inextricably intertwined in the first place.
If there're two things I learned at Tech, the second one is how to fit way too many activities into way too little time.
And if there are three things I learned at Tech, the third one is that space and time are inextricably intertwined in the first place.
They ain't kiddin' about that mile-high business.
Here I am in sunny, pointy Colorado. It's everything you could ever want in a place to live, except of course for an oxygen-rich atmosphere. I have to take a nap every thirty minutes or so, and can't carry a letter to the mailbox without panting. That's gonna be an adjustment, I think.
I'm told that my packages (the first batch of them at least) are now safely in my office. I take this to mean that I now have an office. So that's one less thing to worry about. An office is a good sign; I've always had less work to do when I had one of those, and most people I know with offices seem to have a better time at work than those without them.
Lest you cube-dwellers should wax envious of the space, I'm going to post some pictures of my new domicile. It turns out that the room I rented has less space than my Accord. Basically all the stuff that came out of my car has rendered the floor more of an ideal than an integral part of the room. I'm about to go take pictures of everything, since I didn't have much light to work with yesterday. There's rain and stuff here, which is less than ideal, as far as I can tell.
Anyway, I'm living with a personal trainer and a window and siding guy, who both seem pretty cool so far. They're both older than I am, so they shouldn't get me into too much trouble. Unfortunately the Frietnamese lady didn't work out; we had irreconcilable differences in our concepts of square footage. But she's still awesome.
I would've gotten my Colorado driver license today, but I'm out of the kind of money they take. I've got little short-term liquidity, but slightly more plasticity to my name. The generous folks at Visa were kind enough to increase my spending limit fivefold, but something tells me that might have been a mixed blessing.
More stuff is forthcoming; I'm gonna run take pictures now.
I'm told that my packages (the first batch of them at least) are now safely in my office. I take this to mean that I now have an office. So that's one less thing to worry about. An office is a good sign; I've always had less work to do when I had one of those, and most people I know with offices seem to have a better time at work than those without them.
Lest you cube-dwellers should wax envious of the space, I'm going to post some pictures of my new domicile. It turns out that the room I rented has less space than my Accord. Basically all the stuff that came out of my car has rendered the floor more of an ideal than an integral part of the room. I'm about to go take pictures of everything, since I didn't have much light to work with yesterday. There's rain and stuff here, which is less than ideal, as far as I can tell.
Anyway, I'm living with a personal trainer and a window and siding guy, who both seem pretty cool so far. They're both older than I am, so they shouldn't get me into too much trouble. Unfortunately the Frietnamese lady didn't work out; we had irreconcilable differences in our concepts of square footage. But she's still awesome.
I would've gotten my Colorado driver license today, but I'm out of the kind of money they take. I've got little short-term liquidity, but slightly more plasticity to my name. The generous folks at Visa were kind enough to increase my spending limit fivefold, but something tells me that might have been a mixed blessing.
More stuff is forthcoming; I'm gonna run take pictures now.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
I didn't know Daewoo even made monitors...
This is as close to roughing it as I'm equipped to be, blog-wise. Well, no, I suppose I could update from my cell, but that's not the best use of my thumbs.
Anyway, I'm in Elk City, OK, for the evening. They said there wasn't anything of note between here and Amarillo, and, given where they were when they said that, that's saying something. The plan, according to my sister-to-be-in-law's fiance, is to hang a right at Amarillo and head northwards to colorado springs. Apparently I get to see more cows that way than by going through St. Louis.
I used to think Alabama was the most backwards state in the country. I'm not recanting that, now, but I have come to realize that threre are some contenders for the title. Take, for instance, the city of Florala, which lies, conveniently enough, on the Alabama-Florida border. I used to think that was a pretty stupid name for a municipality, but after passing through Arklahoma on my way to Texarkana, it doesn't sound so bad.
The scenery hasn't changed since Memphis, although I'm seeing a sharp increase in the number of American cars on the road. Most of the drivers are nice enough, except for people in maroon minivans. I don't have time to go into the reasoning behind this, but soccer moms are constantly trying to drive me off the road.
I'll take some pictures of the car loaded like it is, but it's seen worse. I hope the TV and monitor in the trunk don't get their pixels shaken loose by all the bumps in the roads, but the former is under warranty and the latter is obsolete, so I'm not too worried.
On the roommate front, I haven't made any progress since about thursday. I guess I'll go ahead and pay the greedy people at roommates.com for more access. I'll be paying for it if I don't, that's for sure.
I could probably afford a decent place on my own, but if I'm gonna be working with computers all during the day, it'd be nice to have another vertibrate life form at home to make some noise. I've only had one roommate, and he was pretty easy to get along with, being more like me than I am, but in a good way. I've never been the smart one in the room before, though.
Well, I'd write more, but the table upon which this lobby computer sits is about to break, and it shakes whenever I hit a key. That and my arms are sticking to it, which is sub-optimal.
If you're new to the blog, check out some older posts, many of which have actual content of interest to more people than just me, and a few of which I actually put some thought into.
Anyway, I'm in Elk City, OK, for the evening. They said there wasn't anything of note between here and Amarillo, and, given where they were when they said that, that's saying something. The plan, according to my sister-to-be-in-law's fiance, is to hang a right at Amarillo and head northwards to colorado springs. Apparently I get to see more cows that way than by going through St. Louis.
I used to think Alabama was the most backwards state in the country. I'm not recanting that, now, but I have come to realize that threre are some contenders for the title. Take, for instance, the city of Florala, which lies, conveniently enough, on the Alabama-Florida border. I used to think that was a pretty stupid name for a municipality, but after passing through Arklahoma on my way to Texarkana, it doesn't sound so bad.
The scenery hasn't changed since Memphis, although I'm seeing a sharp increase in the number of American cars on the road. Most of the drivers are nice enough, except for people in maroon minivans. I don't have time to go into the reasoning behind this, but soccer moms are constantly trying to drive me off the road.
I'll take some pictures of the car loaded like it is, but it's seen worse. I hope the TV and monitor in the trunk don't get their pixels shaken loose by all the bumps in the roads, but the former is under warranty and the latter is obsolete, so I'm not too worried.
On the roommate front, I haven't made any progress since about thursday. I guess I'll go ahead and pay the greedy people at roommates.com for more access. I'll be paying for it if I don't, that's for sure.
I could probably afford a decent place on my own, but if I'm gonna be working with computers all during the day, it'd be nice to have another vertibrate life form at home to make some noise. I've only had one roommate, and he was pretty easy to get along with, being more like me than I am, but in a good way. I've never been the smart one in the room before, though.
Well, I'd write more, but the table upon which this lobby computer sits is about to break, and it shakes whenever I hit a key. That and my arms are sticking to it, which is sub-optimal.
If you're new to the blog, check out some older posts, many of which have actual content of interest to more people than just me, and a few of which I actually put some thought into.
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