Monthly Archives: July 2009

Ahhh!

I moved my com­puter into the liv­ing room today and attached it to the tele­vi­sion screen, I also dug up my wire­less key­board and mouse. I may have to do this more often.  I’m a little proud of my com­puter, it’s the first one that I built from scratch using all new and actu­ally decent parts. I’ve got an Antec

My daily routine.

For your approval, some­thing about myself. I’m not really very inter­est­ing though. I’m also ter­rible at remem­ber­ing details. My past is a haze really, a few points stand out but the details and events lead­ing to those points are clouded and eph­em­eral. It’s tough to tell a story that has noth­ing but a couple of cli­maxes with no back

An update.

So I’ve been con­sid­er­ing my next big pur­chase, and it really is kind of a big one. I want a MacBook. I don’t need one, I just want it. I wan’t it even more when I find things like this on the Internets. It just seems so handy! Of course, a big pur­chase like this one will require some sav­ing. So sav­ing I will

Thinking about the future.

Some University pamph­lets have star­ted arriv­ing in the mail. The First two are from Capilano University in North Vancouver, and The University Of New Bruswick in St John. Capilano sent me a fairly gen­eric view­book with a small pro­gram guide tucked into the back. U.N.B. sent a small lib­rary in com­par­ison, the pro­gram guide focuses on the fac­ulty

Okay! Writin’ stuff

I have a note­book in my pocket. Ostensibly this is so that if I have a sud­den inspir­a­tion to write, or some ran­dom idea jumps in to my head and I must tell the world about it, I have a place to take notes. I can jot down a bit of an out­line so that the thought or idea doesn’t get lost in

An exercise in descriptive verbiage.

The base roughly one fifth of the total height of the object, and sil­ver in col­our. It has the reflect­ive qual­ity of dull metal and a very slightly rough vis­ible tex­tur­ing. The width of the base is approx­im­ately half again the width of the rest of the object. The edges of the object appear ver­tical, there

Do you know where your food comes from?

I have no idea. Well, that’s not entirely true. For the last year-ish I’ve been pay­ing more atten­tion to what I eat. I real­ized early on that I actu­ally give a shit about the qual­ity of food that I con­sume. The “hap­pi­ness” of the animal seems to dir­ectly relate to how good it tastes. Pasture fin­ished steaks seem more tender,

Michael Proietti : Chefs : Food Network

Michael Proietti : Chefs : Food Network. So appar­ently If I were a little bit heav­ier, and a whole lot gayer. I could be the next Food Network Star. At least, that’s what Lindsay says. I sup­pose that I can see it too.

This is harder than it looks.

I spent today in an attempt to write all day. I’m peter­ing out now. I wrote pretty stead­ily from 10:00 a.m. to around 2:00 p.m. Then Lindsay and I went to the Dog and Duck Pub for lunch and had greasy bur­gers (A Garden Burger in Lindsay’s case.) that were quite tasty. Then we came home and