January 2000

I am Flu-Boy.Though I have an initial set of specs for my project due Friday I am surprisingly stress-free and enjoying the sick day (dayS if you include tomorrow). Maybe it’s the vitamin-aspirin-ibuprofin-Sudafed-Nyquil combination.

Just posted the pics from Christmas Eve. Steve and Joan, the two oldest people present, are so beautifully photogenic.

Christine sends her day’s most beautiful thing: …i walked down the stairs, i saw a certain glow coming from outside the windows facing the street. i quickened my pace only to be brought to a halt at what i found. laying before me, on the other side of the glass, was a blanket of snow.…

On the twelveth day of Christmas my true love brought to me 12 good web site ideas…

The future Mac OS X – a kindler, gentler NeXTSTEP.

Yippee! brig just linked to the The Long Now Foundation, where Danny Hillis is building the coolest clock with a fantastic philosophy of time and social responsibility fueling it all. Must go back and read more later.

…11 constructive comments on relationships,

Hingis Talks of Possible Boycott. Comparing her greed to human rights protests doesn’t exactly generate sympathy from me. Neither does pointing out that taxes can subtract almost half of her more than $3 million earned last year. We all know that $1.5 mil doesn’t go far these days. I do sympathize with women athletes in…

Note to self: Stay in closer contact with the “House 30” crowd in 2000.

…10 hours of lost sleep,

…9 miles in gorgeous weather,

thinking about a cycling milage goal for this calendar year 2000. Perhaps 15 miles 3 times per week is reasonable, which would total 2340 miles, which would probably be more than I’ve ever ridden. it would also account for weeks off and long tours. done. walking to work doesn’t count. other forms of “extra” aerobic…

all this wisdom swirling around my head, i should pay attention, but I just watch TV instead, the radio sings to me, how he lost a wonderful woman, i sing along without listening

noticed someone else’s blog on my list of editable blogs. pb of Pyra says this is a matter of mis-set priviledges. so i posted a graffito to it. curious to see the reaction.

I heard my own voice a few minutes ago, my real voice. I was singing along with the newest Counting Crows CD and leaned all the way back in my chair and bent my neck backwards. A bass resonance from below my Adam’s Apple flowed out, powered by my diaphram, and felt so right.