The Quotidian Realities of Being 25
Jun. 15th, 2008 09:58 pmQuarterlife crisis birthday for me! Thanks everyone for their kind wishes. I took myself out to lunch (Indian) and had dinner with
nwl,
rwl and their friend C Thursday night. (Them: Italian; me: salad; see also lunch).
I also tried to unpack some more Thursday night, and over the weekend. The only significant moving casualty seems to have been the metal thingies for sticking the book shelves on the book case, which is hampering my ability to use the big book case to store books, shoes and miscellaneous stuff. Other than that, and the big TV plopped in the middle of the floor, I'm about 3/4ths or better moved in.
Friday I played Bus Shenanigans (me: "where is the bus stop?" Bus: *roars by stop 50 ft away*) and tried to buy soy ice cream. A lot of non-dairy frozen sweets completely miss the point that they're supposed to be calorie-loaded and fattening. I wound up with Trader Joe's brand chocolate ice cream sandwiches which were 90 calories of meh. They should've been about 150, the difference being made up by pure hydrocarbon fat. Trader Joe's, mecca of all dessert goodness, failed me. I used to have a public library, two grocery stores, two used CD stores, any number of restaurants, multiple dry cleaners, a student co-op and an alt-culture shop in biking distance from my dirt-cheap basement, and now I don't. Learning the neighborhood is disappointing me, especially as the concepts of unincorporated areas and location premiums hit home. I'm seriously irritated by the learning curve. Is this what homesickness feels like?
Saturday I helped
silmaril move, and hit
cathydalek's game night. And today I slacked off, made father's day calls, and messed with the computer.
Random time!
naominovik will be reading and signing at Bailey's Crossroads on July 16th. I need to go so I finally get the pronunciation of "Temeraire" from the horse's mouth, as it were.
2,000 year old date palm sprouted. There have been many claims of "ancient" seeds germinating but usually without well-accepted verification of the seeds' ages . . . the scientists dated shell fragments clinging to rootlets from the seed and arrived at an age of about 1700 years. The researchers suspect that the original seed was closer to 2000 years old but that the carbon the plant incorporated as it grew skewed the calculations.
Screen on the Green 2008.
I've got one tab open to update, and five other tabs open to today's computer adventure: installing the "Hardy Heron" Ubuntu distro of Linux. Partitions are weird. Watch this space for wacky Ubuntu learning curve fun and games!
(Oh drat, I was going to name this desktop Moya! Now I'm going to have to go back and rename everything! Ooops!)
Tomorrow: company picnic, more fun with Moya (I have a Moya! Everyone should have a Moya. But then you start renaming your peripherals, and it's all fun and games until you realize you're going to have to name one of your peripherals after the crazy hero), and figuring out what dinner will be for the rest of the week.
I also tried to unpack some more Thursday night, and over the weekend. The only significant moving casualty seems to have been the metal thingies for sticking the book shelves on the book case, which is hampering my ability to use the big book case to store books, shoes and miscellaneous stuff. Other than that, and the big TV plopped in the middle of the floor, I'm about 3/4ths or better moved in.
Friday I played Bus Shenanigans (me: "where is the bus stop?" Bus: *roars by stop 50 ft away*) and tried to buy soy ice cream. A lot of non-dairy frozen sweets completely miss the point that they're supposed to be calorie-loaded and fattening. I wound up with Trader Joe's brand chocolate ice cream sandwiches which were 90 calories of meh. They should've been about 150, the difference being made up by pure hydrocarbon fat. Trader Joe's, mecca of all dessert goodness, failed me. I used to have a public library, two grocery stores, two used CD stores, any number of restaurants, multiple dry cleaners, a student co-op and an alt-culture shop in biking distance from my dirt-cheap basement, and now I don't. Learning the neighborhood is disappointing me, especially as the concepts of unincorporated areas and location premiums hit home. I'm seriously irritated by the learning curve. Is this what homesickness feels like?
Saturday I helped
Random time!
2,000 year old date palm sprouted. There have been many claims of "ancient" seeds germinating but usually without well-accepted verification of the seeds' ages . . . the scientists dated shell fragments clinging to rootlets from the seed and arrived at an age of about 1700 years. The researchers suspect that the original seed was closer to 2000 years old but that the carbon the plant incorporated as it grew skewed the calculations.
Screen on the Green 2008.
I've got one tab open to update, and five other tabs open to today's computer adventure: installing the "Hardy Heron" Ubuntu distro of Linux. Partitions are weird. Watch this space for wacky Ubuntu learning curve fun and games!
(Oh drat, I was going to name this desktop Moya! Now I'm going to have to go back and rename everything! Ooops!)
Tomorrow: company picnic, more fun with Moya (I have a Moya! Everyone should have a Moya. But then you start renaming your peripherals, and it's all fun and games until you realize you're going to have to name one of your peripherals after the crazy hero), and figuring out what dinner will be for the rest of the week.
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