Last night I dreamed that I was trying to make meringues, possibly for a batch of forgotten cookies. I had a big bowl of egg whites, and a mixer, and the lights were too hot and the oven was too hot. For some reason the grater was out, and I set it on the knife sharpener and ruined it. I put the egg whites into the mixer bowl and went to look up the recipe online. When I came back I realized I’d set up the mixer wrong, and then when I corrected it I realized I’d put in the wrong mixer blade, and then when I got the right mixer attachment in, it was too late: all the heat had cooked my egg whites. I woke up in a cold sweat.
Author: Aaron Weber
Not just the weather
Anyone in a bad mood? Check out how long it takes to get a doctor’s appointment in this town. The example in the article was five weeks for an appointment, but last time I tried to see a dermatologist I was quoted waits of six to eight months– and I called four or five hospitals.
Also in the doom-and-gloom column, foreclosures are up 35% and home prices are dropping… to merely absurd levels.
Putting the toothpaste back into the tube will be difficult
I knew this would happen sooner rather than later: someone’s figured out how to make Google Print cough up a whole book.
Don’t need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows
It’s blowing up the street, duh. I just saw a car try to parallel park across the street, and it more or less just slid sideways down to the curb. It was the highlight of my day.
Yesterday I went to an alumni event hosted at a bar near Faneuil Hall. Everyone looked like the sort of person I went to college with. I handed out business cards that say my name and address and don’t state my business. I told people I was a writer.
For example, today I am writing a couple of blog posts.
Location, location, location
I knew, moving to a slightly larger apartment last spring, that I’d be using more gas to heat my house. And I knew, what with all this crisis going on, that the gas would be expensive. But crikey, I had sticker shock when I got the bill anyway. Something is horribly, horribly wrong.
Therefore, I am shrink-wrapping my windows today, and yesterday, when someone on the phone asked me how I felt about relocating, I said, “With weather like this, enthusiastic.”
Flickr Rules
Now That’s What I Call Blogging, a 2-disc set of web hits! Best played when you have a party and everyone shows up with laptops and you all sit around chatting on IRC instead of talking to each other audibly.
What you gonna do with all that junk?
What you gonna do with all that junk inside your trunk? Possibly sell it on Ebay, I guess.
I’m listening to Riding, which seems to have a lot in common with Nimrod’s Son, thematically.
Rules of Networking
I was wrong about the recruiter. She wrote me back and was very nice. She said that the position she had in mind required someone who had been in charge of product marketing… I asked her about graduate school and she said an MBA never hurts your career prospects.
Being a recruiter means being nice to everyone, because everyone knows someone who might be a customer. The commission might not be as good for me as for an executive, but then again, I might send an executive candidate her way…
What to do with all that junk?
Slate argues that “My Humps” is a terrible, terrible song. I contend that it is funny. The video with robots is also amusing.
In need of more funny things, I searched Google Video for hilarious. No luck so far, but I’ll let you know if anything turns up.
Get rid of Mono
Today, I was sending an email regarding my article proposal for O’Reilly’s Linux Developer Center, and that message included the word “Mono,”.
Gmail’s ad engine suggested I resolve my problem by using an herbal mononucleosis remedy of rather dubious distinction.
Secretly Ironic 