Electric Ladyland

All for one and one for all... uhm, no.

Had my first Three Musketeers bar in years just now. Bleh! I think my palate has fundamentally shifted in the last 20 years. While this crap has become more and more the norm in this country, I've been heading in the other direction. I couldn't even really enjoy it for its nostalgic value (along with Mounds it was one of my favorite candy bars as a kid). Ugh. Almost can't even eat lunch now.

Sometimes tastes shift.  I used to hate beer and no one accuses me of beer-hating anymore. 

Must be my week for reconnecting with my junk food past. Went out for greasy spoon Chinese food at lunch yesterday and the place (Wok n Roll) was so packed that they had to give tickets to people. It was like the Chinese food lottery. Number 26! Number 26! That's how I got my lo mein. It ended up being all right but really oily.
 

Somehow I think it would have been more fun if it really had been a lottery.  I could've gotten someone else's sesame chicken.

Late twentysomethings and their revelations

Just watched Garden State, which I had vaguely thought had not been well received, but that apparently either wasn't right or was way off the mark. Fantastic. A week ago I had coffee with a college friend and fellow alumna who I hadn't known in school and we got to talking about what seems to be a rather noticeable phenomenon -- late twentysomethings suddenly having moments of clarity and realizing they need to start their lives, like, now. I have not been immune to that either... much time has been spent thinking about what comes next. Loved the slow awakening in Garden State for that reason.

Found a neat blog by the writer, director, and star (Zach Braff).  Nice work, bro...

Sudan

Sometimes I get a reminder of why I'm doing the work I'm doing.  See this excellent blog on the crisis in Sudan.

Will ya quit yer naggin'?

A quiet moment? How could *this* be? It's been insane all this week, last week, and the week before that. I think I'm running an adrenaline overdose. What to do.

Took a walk around the neighborhood about an hour ago and, though it sure felt like the 15 measly degrees it was outside, boy was it nice to be in the sunshine. Right now I've just got the drone of the computer room and fluorescent lighting. Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

One of my coworkers told me she recently heard on NPR that someone figured out what chords were playing in the background of his room, matched them to a medieval scale of what chords match what emotions, and found that the sounds he was hearing were of abject despair.

I think I hear a whine.  Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.