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Archive for September 2008

Mountain Day!

Posted by: meaplet on: September 24, 2008

Today is Mountain Day, the Mount Holyoke holiday of canceling classes to eat ice cream and consider going up a Mountain. I may not be able to skip work today, or climb Mount Holyoke, but with the aid of my accomplices Inga, Rohit and Andrew, I do what I can.

Not Dead Yet

Posted by: meaplet on: September 11, 2008

I’ve been watching closely, but so far it hasn’t. It turns out that this is because Martha Jones and Torchwood saved the world again, complete with questionable science. Meanwhile, here in California SLAC has no funding until November, and they won’t even listen to my advice to make an awesome rap video to rival […]

Epic Fail

Posted by: meaplet on: September 10, 2008

I just downloaded iTunes 8, and so far it has been a less than ideal experience. First of all, I can’t play any of my videos from the iTunes music store until I upgrade to Quicktime 7.5.5, which Software Upgrade tells me does not exist. This includes videos I’ve had since before I upgraded–and I […]

Every day is a wonderland tour

Posted by: meaplet on: September 7, 2008

There’s something unsettling about the fact that the De Young museum allows photography of its exhibits. It turns the accustomed relationship between the art and the viewers on its head and fills its galleries with visitors who are seeing the exhibit not with an eye for the compositions that the artist created but with an […]

Posted by: meaplet on: September 5, 2008

From the ever-clever folks at “A Softer World” comes this gem. Delightfully enough I found myself thinking: “But I have hope again! This would have been much more apt during all those years of the Bush administration without hope.” But given the speeches I’ve been hearing all week during the RNC, maybe it is apt […]

Life in the Underground Economy

Posted by: meaplet on: September 2, 2008

I’m back from Mendocino County after a weekend visit to my hometown. As tends to happen with every visit to the Emerald Triangle these days, I’ve got marijuana on the brain. Figuratively, not literally— my of youth spent desperately plotting to get away from there means that I’m one of the few people my age […]