Candy Easter
Hi. I fixed up the website a bit, but you probably didn’t notice. Actually, many of the revisions are based on reading I did for my job (the best of which was Steve Krug’s Don’t Make Me Think!), so hopefully you’ll find the layout more intuitive and more aesthetically pleasing. If you’re in Mozilla or Opera (all 3 of you), you’ll notice a new navbar at the top. The rest of you won’t.
I spent Friday through Monday at home for Easter and just relaxed. It was a good relax, not a get-frustrated-because-you’re-doing-nothing relax. Easter was of the typical family sort, with a candy hunt in the morning and a big dinner in the early afternoon. I re-coded my site in betwitxt.
I do wish Easter held a bit more meaning for me. My family does the get-together part of it well, but we completely fail on the religious side. We don’t go to church. We don’t mention that Easter is a holiday because it commemorates the Crucifixion. And I’d say that’s a rather hefty oversight. Some of our failure undoubtedly stems from the mix of religious beliefs in my family and the awkwardness that would result from some of us going off to church while others stayed home, but I still think we could do it better. Even as a believing Christian, Easter holds little meaning for me, because the only thing I associated with it as a kid was candy. It’s really disappointing.
On the other hand, at least the media hasn’t gotten ahold of it like they’ve whored out Christmas. It has to be one of the least holdouts.
- A thought: maybe I’m actually becoming an adult.
- A geeky computer hint: Hit ALT-Home in IE/Netscape/Mozilla to go to your home page
My CD player could beat up your CD player
I got my MP3 CD player (finally!) from UPS, and believe me, it’s as sexy as advertised. Strangely enough, despite the fact that I’m a dirty geek, I don’t have many cute gadgets. Well, this one is the cutest I’ve got.
I’m almost done with this thesis. I still have to meet tomorrow with my main advisor, Bill Murphy, to get his comments on my rough draft, but I don’t plan to drastically change anything. My goal now is to pare it down a bit and refocus it somewhat around the central thesis. I’m close, though, and I can feel it. It’ll be good to complete it. It’s been a worthwhile project.
We were bored, there was nothing going on
Might as well stay at home and drink until we pass out again
Then drink some more when the morning comes
Memphis was sinking into the Mississippi
We were doing our best just to ride it down
Till the night G.G. Allin came to town.
“Honey, I dont believe this,”
The old man at Ferguson’s Cafe kept saying to his wife.
As he read aloud The Memphis Star and their account of what went down that night,
“It says He took a shit on the stage and started throwing it into the crowd
But He was gone before the cops could come and shut him down.”
Gone before the shit came down
The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.
[The Drive-By Truckers — “The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town”]