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October 30, 2002

fire in Saigon

Depending on the source, from 50 to 100 people died yesterday in an office building fire in Saigon. Firefighters were unable to adequately respond due to “low water pressure, poor equipment and too-short ladders.” Among the dead is a Vietnamese-American from California named Vi Ai Hu. Ai is my brother’s name, and it means love. I read about major…

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posted at 9:47 AM | comments (4) | misc

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October 28, 2002

another boring computer thing

I was bored tonight, so I wrote an SNF search plugin for use with the crappy Mozilla web browser and the incomparably good Phoenix web browser. Look at it go! (Technically, the thing can be used with Sherlock if you have Max OS X, but I have no idea how that would work.) Granted, I predict that exactly one…

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posted at 11:26 PM | comments (2) | nerdy

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October 26, 2002

axis & allies

the makings of the Greater East Tabletop Co-Prosperity Sphere

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posted at 7:00 PM | comments (6) | nerdy

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October 24, 2002

on dreams

The dreams we recount are never the ones we actually see in our sleep.

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posted at 8:27 AM | dreams

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October 23, 2002

a typical morning conversation before i leave for work

T: Peeny wally. J: Willy-nilly. T: Argy-bargy. J: Higgledy-piggledy. T: Hocus-pocus….

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posted at 5:18 PM | comments (6) | misc, work

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October 22, 2002

associate QA analyst

After reading the last entry, you might think me an ingrate, one sadly lacking in perspective. But this is not so. For example: Today at work, a staff meeting was held, and the executive who runs our site stood before the west washrooms with a microphone and briefed us on our present difficulties, our strained customer relations, and our…

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posted at 7:43 PM | comments (5) | work

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the saturn L200

After paying twenty bucks at the gas pump with the Impala, I brought it back to the rental agency and asked for a smaller car. Now I’m driving the Saturn L200. I hate it. The Impala had his and her cigarette pack holders. The Saturn doesn’t even have an ashtray. The Impala went from zero to sixty in, I…

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posted at 12:31 AM | grrr

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October 19, 2002

mushrooms and tacos

i love tacos

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posted at 10:53 AM | food, misc

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October 18, 2002

i am a tree

A great European master miniaturist and another great master artist are walking through a Frank meadow discussing virtuosity and art. As they stroll, a forest comes into view before them. The more expert of the two says to the other: “Painting in the new style demands such talent that if you depicted one of the trees in the forest,…

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posted at 5:43 PM | art/music

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potato soup!

I like soup! But not as much as Tamara.

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posted at 12:15 PM | food, misc, work

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October 17, 2002

i just drank a bottle of nyquil

Because of much prodding from my friends, I called in sick today and made a doctor appointment to make sure that the car accident didn’t break my neck or give me cancer. The doctor gave me a clean bill of health, and recommended that I take a few Advils and do some stretching. I went home and took a…

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posted at 10:46 PM | misc

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but back to the beach

beach party 2002

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posted at 12:56 AM | misc

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the chevy impala

my car is smashed and my neck kinda hurts

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posted at 12:38 AM | dread/ennui

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October 16, 2002

cream of mushroom

While at the beach last Saturday, I dreamt of cream of mushroom beer. I was working as a waiter at a dim and tiny Japanese restaurant, moving from table to table, killing each patron. I don’t remember how. Every victim became a miniature rubber doll. No points of articulation. I would bring the dolls to the maitre d’, and…

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posted at 6:39 PM | comments (1) | dreams, food