Sorry, RSS readers! You got an unexpected surprise today in the form of all the entries you’ve read before… given to you again, as a bountiful gift from WordPress.
This is actually exciting news because it means that I spent my lunch break fiddling around and linking the blog to the meaplet.com domain, which I’ve owned for several months without using. So I’m happy I’m not wasting it any more. Next step: put something on meaplet.com itself, not just on blog.meaplet.com
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that I did some blogging elsewhere–and came out about my obsession with data.
At least I didn’t go into details about how Tax Day excites me because of the abstract thought of the amount of data that gets collected and the cool analysis you could do on it if you were in the IRS? Still not as cool as the census though–that fills me with nonstop thrills for months.
In the updated version of his Safire’s Political Dictionary, William Safire traces “blogger” to mean something like “person who persuades opinions and communicates by the written word.” He claims that it goes back as far as Pliny the Younger. Now, when I first heard this, I thought it was total bullshit.
But the more I think about it (you know, over the last 20 minutes or so, so you know I’ve really had time to mull this over) the more I think that Pliny the Younger was totally the first blogger. At least, the Epistulae reads like a blog. Think about it…
::insert Wayne’s World hand waving and flashback noise here::
So, Mount Vesuvius across the way seems to be exploding, and my uncle is really obsessed. He’s going over there to investigate it scientifically. He got a boat and is sailing over there in the opposite direction from the sane people who are fleeing.
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My uncle had a heart attack breathing all the ash spewing from Mount Vesuvius. Now I’m bummed, but on the bright side he was a cool old guy, if a bit crazy. What with the sailing over to Mount Vesuvius and all. [insert that line about it being so Vulcanic that it was like, a Vulcan-o from last week's episode of Doctor Who, which would have been better if there were wacky Pliny the Elder hijinks in it]
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So, there are like, these guys who are really into Jesus? They’re calling themselves Christians? And, like, I was just watching some people feed them to lions? And I think that’s, like, totally uncool?
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OMG dolphins!
See what I mean?
(Tonight, when I actually have my copy of the Epistulae on hand, I will add the Latin counterparts of my brazen but more accurate than you might think translations)
I spent today having bicycle adventures in Bernal Heights. I read last night that the loop around Bernal Heights is almost exactly one mile and a good place to do laps/hill training, so I decided to check it out. First, of course, that meant biking up to the top. I did a couple of laps around Holly Park for good measure, then I took Bocana past Cortland as high as I could go, which turned out to be up to Powhattan. I then scooted over to Anderson and got to the top.
Once I got up there, the view was amazing, and the biking was pretty good too. I could see as far as the Golden Gate bridge on one side, and well into Daly City on the other. The path is a relatively gentle curve down and up around the hill. About half of it is a street with a little bit of traffic, and the rest of it is in the park itself, and filled with families. For a while I was matching laps with a fellow how was jogging with a baby carriage and a dog, which was pretty entertaining.
After the biking, I took Ellsworth back down to the bottom (ish) of the hill for a round of Maggie Mudd’s ice cream. I really love my neighborhood, and I spend surprisingly little time there. I need to spend more, and maybe not alone some time (which means, I need to convince other people to come to me instead of my going to them or meeting halfway).
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