Archive for February, 2004

DVD addict

Thursday, February 26th, 2004

I’m not this bad. Yet.

The Box Meme, abbreviated

Thursday, February 26th, 2004

So, say you were meeting a new person–blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can’t actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. What would you put in the box? And a copy of your journal or a link to your LJ would be the same thing as just telling them directly, yourself, so that’s not allowed.

  1. A demo CD or a link to my songs page.
  2. The ring I made for my mom for Mother’s Day 1990, but which was too large for her taste. I’ve worn it every day since.
  3. A box of After Eight mints. Yum.
  4. My little kitty photo album with pictures of all of our cats. I take it with me when I travel.
  5. A mix CD with my all-time favorite songs on it (such as Paul Simon’s “Boy In The Bubble” and The Rolling Stones’ “Beast Of Burden”).
  6. A homemade DVD (made illegally, of course) of great scenes from some of my favorite films (such as the “mad as hell” scene from “Network” and the funeral scene from “Four Weddings And A Funeral”).
  7. One of my homemade guitar picks made from cut-up paid-off credit cards.
  8. A snack bag of popcorn. That should go well with the After Eights.

And whatever the hell else I can think of at that moment.

Sony Clie

Wednesday, February 25th, 2004

A while back, I wrote:

I’ve been lusting after both the Sony CliĆ© PEG-NZ90 and the Handspring Treo 600

Well, this weekend, I gave into my lust. I bought the PEG-NZ90.

It all started when I decided to sell the Coach carryall bag. Karsten and I started discussing the idea of buying a new digital camera — we’ve been using my PalmPix camera with my Palm VIIx, which takes pretty crappy pictures. Short term, we “needed” this new camera to take better photos for eBay, but just in general, we didn’t really have a decent snapshot camera.

So we went shopping to get a feel for what quality was available at what price, and to make a long story abruptly short, we were unimpressed with everything that cost less than the PEG-NZ90. Or at least, that’s how I justified it. :-)

And it’s got all the other rockin’ features I’ve been craving, like an MP3 player, an audio recorder, a video recorder (!), Bluetooth capability (my coworker and I are discovering that it’s not as good for chatting during meetings as we’d hoped, though), the built-in Thumbpad keyboard, and more more more!

I’m pretty tickled with it. And no, it doesn’t get me closer to paying off the debt, but in as much as it’s a tool for improving eBay listings, it is somewhat practical. ;-) And it’s a good reward for all my freakin’ overtime lately. (73.5 total hours last week!)

And I promised myself that I’d squeeze in as close to 20 extra hours over the next few weeks as possible to pay for it. But I don’t know if my boss is going to let me get away with that — he seems to think I’ll burn out if I keep up this pace, never mind increasing it. But who can think of burning out when I have this fun new toy? :-)

Haircut and Coach purse

Sunday, February 15th, 2004

Finally! A decent haircut.

I’ve been cutting my own hair for years now — I trim it every few weeks. A few months ago, I changed the shape of it a bit to make it graduate in length from front to back, but a natural looking blend has been hard to get right. I think I finally made it work this morning, but the real test is when I wash and style it tomorrow.

Still, I have the satisfaction I always feel when I finish cutting my hair that I just saved myself a good $60-100. (I don’t do cheap haircuts. I’m happy to do my own haircuts and I’m far from a salon professional, but I swear those people who work at Supercuts and the like have no clue what they’re doing. The last few times I caved in and went to one of those places, I walked out about ready to cry.)

So I went thrifting. And found a Coach purse. For $3.99.

Technically, it’s a carryall tote. I looked around on the web and educated myself on the varieties and styles of Coach bags. I bought it planning to sell it on eBay (I once found a Kate Spade handbag in a thrift store for $6 and sold it on eBay for $60 — and this one seems likely to beat that profit margin by quite a bit) but after looking it over, I’m tempted to keep it for myself. It’s gray (kind of a greenish- or bluish-gray) twill with black leather trim, which is ideal for my gray-and-black wardrobe (though I do try to avoid leather even if it’s secondhand). And let’s be honest: how often am I going to have the opportunity to carry a $300-$350 purse? :-)
So now I think I’ll take it with me on my business trip to Atlanta this week and see what I think of it. Then I may sell it anyway. We’ll see. :-)

Provinces and states I have visited

Saturday, February 7th, 2004

Borrowed from :

Boldface the North American supermunicipal subfederal regions you’ve visited, underline the ones you’ve in which you have slept more than a total of 30 nights, italicize the ones where you’ve lived.

A) Newfoundland B) Prince Edward Island C) Nova Scotia D) New Brunswick E) Quebec F) Ontario G) Manitoba H) Saskatchewan I) Alberta J) British Columbia K) Nunavut L) Northwest Territories M) Yukon Territories

1) Alabama 2) Alaska 3) Arizona 4) Arkansas 5) California 6) Colorado 7) Connecticut 8) Delaware 9) Florida 10) Georgia 11) Hawaii 12) Idaho 13) Illinois 14) Indiana 15) Iowa 16) Kansas 17) Kentucky 18) Louisiana 19) Maine 20) Maryland 21) Massachusetts 22) Michigan 23) Minnesota 24) Mississippi 25) Missouri 26) Montana 27) Nebraska 28) Nevada 29) New Hampshire 30) New Jersey 31) New Mexico 32) New York 33) North Carolina 34) North Dakota 35) Ohio 36) Oklahoma 37) Oregon 38) Pennsylvania 39) Rhode Island 40) South Carolina 41) South Dakota 42) Tennessee 43) Texas 44) Utah 45) Vermont 46) Virginia 47) Washington 48) West Virginia 49) Wisconsin 50) Wyoming 51) DC

It tolls for thee

Saturday, February 7th, 2004

My best friend S. sent out a message among his friends about his reaction to the discovery of Carlie Brucia’s body. He was deeply affected by it and struggling to explain why this tragedy, more than any other, touched him so profoundly. He summed up his feelings about it by quoting John Donne:

Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises?
but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out?
Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings?
but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

How is something so simple, so self-evident, so easily forgotten?