
age: 36 (Oct 26, 1975)
MEMBER SINCE: December 2004
occupation: i write code
stats: 1.8GHz G5, 160GB, 512MB
gets me hot: monkeys beating the crap out of robots
sign: yield
crush: canada
makes me happy: monkeys
into: yoga, kayaking, backpacking, biking, gardening, concerts, anything not involving hi tech (see occupation field, above)
body mods: there's a three inch scar on my inner left thigh that I don't recall receiving. I've taken to telling people it's where the scientists in Alberta made the incision to graft adamantium onto my skeleton.
most humbling moment: 18 July 2002, climbing the east face of Anacortes Crossing, North Cascades, Washington state.
fantasy: first, we take manhattan. then we take berlin.
makes me sad: robots
Had a dream about die fuhrer, George W Bush, last night. I was trying to convince him that embryonic stem cell research is an important field, and should not be banned. Sheesh. Has my life become this boring? Even my dreams put me to sleep. I mean, they would, if I weren't already. I used to have awesome dreams. Being chased by the chupacabra, light saber battles with my father, talking cats, &c. And now my dreams could easily be confused with an episode of Meet the Press.
I wonder if this is what Dar Williams meant in her song "I have lost my dreams"? Which, incidentally, she apparently wrote while being Rolfed in New Paltz. Maybe it's something about this place.
Spent last Saturday in Saratoga Springs, at the Dance Flurry. Saratoga Springs went without electric power for a day or two last weekend, which added to the eighteenth century charm of the event. I have a strong sense of longing for the pre-electronic age; escaping the information society for a few hours was a great boon, and the power loss was the icing on the cake. Who'd've thought I'd become such a luddite in my old age?
I wonder if this is what Dar Williams meant in her song "I have lost my dreams"? Which, incidentally, she apparently wrote while being Rolfed in New Paltz. Maybe it's something about this place.
Spent last Saturday in Saratoga Springs, at the Dance Flurry. Saratoga Springs went without electric power for a day or two last weekend, which added to the eighteenth century charm of the event. I have a strong sense of longing for the pre-electronic age; escaping the information society for a few hours was a great boon, and the power loss was the icing on the cake. Who'd've thought I'd become such a luddite in my old age?


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