I'm on shaky ground saying that the final stage of pre-marathon preparation started last night with Pasta Bash 2007 (thanks to massena, happiestlemur, sandomi, Natalie, Seth, Zoe, and Jane for variously showing up and helping with the food). The final stage might have been tonight's two-miler. Or the week before last where tending to tolchocky during a nasty cold had me tapering down ( Read more... )

So I think there's a trend going on. A few weeks back (the night that Clay Buccholz pitched his no-hitter), I was with tolchocky and Seth at The People's Republik in Cambridge. We were enjoying our respective drinks when I noticed a young woman reading Allan Bloom's The Closing of the American Mind. It was sort of inexplicable. Even I don't bring books to ( Read more... )

What did I do to deserve an infestation of Indian meal moths.

And when did I forget enough ecology to think that killing them all as I see them is a sound management strategy?

The ban on sexual matters is also observed fairly pedantically, though as time has elapsed Rowling has probably acquired male readers who find themselves having vaguely impure thoughts about Hermione Granger (if not, because the thing seems somehow impossible, about Ginny Weasley).
In the above, Christopher Hitchens shows that he has a bit left to ( Read more... )

I'm short on time but long on opinions.

HPV: Bad STD, pretty decent movie. Things were cut to the bone, but there wasn't anything missing that I wished was there.

Presentation tomorrow: Chance to show that I can actually finish projects. Favorable.

Harry and the Potters at Harvard Yard: Wow.

Cape Cod Marathon: Four weeks too soon. I'm jumping ( Read more... )

Mostly a fluff entry.

The cello was taken to Claire Givens in Minneapolis and estimated to be a complete loss. A neck graft would be required and it seems that those are very expensive. So insurance should cover the full assessed value of the cello, and I can put the money to work in getting a new instrument.

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Cello status: still broken. "Sorry, cello. This is where you get off."But I'm in better shape than I was yesterday. My mother was able to track down a neighbor who plays cello, and I borrowed his instrument to play at my parents' anniversary party, which was the ultimate cause of this whole mess. When not performing (with my brother on the violin ( Read more... )

Congratulations to all of the '07 undergrads, Williams or otherwise, who are undergrads no longer or not for very much longer. In lj-world, this is tolchocky, paul_stansifer, liviadrusila, brouhaha, idealforcolors, nightangelca, ojouchan, echowanjohn, and others whose educational status I have overlooked ( Read more... )

So Jack grows a Leonidas-style beard and starts popping pills like Dr. Gregory House. And he's all "I'm sick of this life, I just want to scream . . . how did this happen to me ( Read more... )

In the same vein as that video where the kiwi (spoilers!) dies, I present you LongCat's Song.

In a shocking display of financial indiscipline, I've ordered all of BuffyAt work, I'm building a set of programs in a very architectural manner. That's my idealized narrative. I'm really spending most of the time tracking down memory leaks (not supposed ( Read more... )