lisa gets down

the coolest thing these days about wers is that they play enough new jazz that sometimes it's covers of old classic jazz songs i know. i go, wait, i know that melody, queue up my panthalassa remixes, and go, yeah, that's the one.

and such.

finished v.1 of snake. got some good review in working with swing shite. got me thinking about computational geometry. gonna go read up on some collision detection algorithms tomorrow. also gotta read up on game programming. will hopefully be able to use the snake animation template for easier dev in the future. still not sure about the details of Thread (ie. what makes it 'alive').

one thing i'm always confused about is whether, after gargling with listerine and spitting it out, you need to rinse your mouth with water. i've not been able to resolve this quandary. on one hand, it can't possibly be good to have residual amounts of listerine just getting absorbed into your bloodstream. on principle, something that is gargled is spit back out. on the other hand, rinsing with water seems to reduce the fighting power of listerine.

emacs is not the most confusing text editor. but it's the biggest pain in the ass to get working correctly. my method of getting things to work "my way" involves editing countless .el files and writing lambda functions. it smells faintly of 6.001, which was a terrible class in all ways and a good class in none. i know lisp is all cool and all, but damn, what a confusing and largely useless language.

(oops, did i say that?)

i am up at 4:30am for a very poor reason. actually, two reasons. one of which is poor and shall go unmentioned. the other is a new reason that i'm using to justify my awakedness.

there's this cute little diner-style joint in downtown crossing called chacarero that serves the best chacarero. i have no idea what country this comes from, but it is a truly bless-ed one. it's grilled meat on top of a queer flat bun, with guacamole, string beans, muenster cheese, and a little salt and pepper.

i also had a habanero pepper with my meal. this prompted me to sweat insanely during the latter portion of the meal. never doing that again.

SERGEY

LOTOTSKY!
my old diffeq and multivariable calculus TA.

spent the last couple hours hacking together prototypes of a few ideas that have been rattling in my head.

the credit for the first goes to a conversation with cory that started with "the internet sucks". cory has an assload of trouble finding stuff on the internet, and when he manages to find stuff, it's always all over the place. i put together a java prog that lets you search on a certain term, then display what it considers relevant data in an organized form.

new stuff going on the ipod. i'm in the middle of a jazz jaunt.

Anouar Brahem - Khomsa (stuff with the oud)
Charles Mingus - Mingus Ah Um
Di Meola, etc. - Friday Night in San Francisco
Duke Ellington - Duke meets Coleman Hawkins
John Coltrane - Giant Steps
John Coltrane - Blue Train
Keith Jarrett - Vienna Concert

i went looking for my old 18.03 ta, sergei lototsky, who was this unbelievable russian math geek with an accent thick as stroganoff. he's a professor at usc now, and he holds these weekly gatherings where kids come to solve putnam problems.

i am ripping large gaping holes in my boxers. and not on purpose even. i came home one day after skating, got out of my sopped jeans and sat down in my chair to watch some futurama. i felt this pleasant breeze, which i chalked up to i don't know really. all i know is that at some point i looked down and mr. frank was communing with nature. apparently when i do jumps skating it's also ripping my boxers. i need new boxers.

note: ms. calendar is so fly in buffy.

note to self: look up how to become a buyer for urban outfitters.

anyways. this friendster thing is growing on me (despite brian's suspicions that they may start making us pay soon). i set my gallery browsing options to: women, 20-24, and within 50 miles of boston. sometimes if i want to look at neater girls, i set it to 50 miles of new york.

cooking without a shirt is a idea that is, in retrospect, so profoundly dumb that i'm not sure why it wasn't part of the nougaty nugget of common sense in my noggin. i was boiling eggs this morning and realized, as i perched myself above the pot, that this water was awful hot. certainly hot enough to denature egg protein. still, the prospect of tossing eggs _into_ the water, and the resulting splash that must occur, had not occurred to me. the ending seems certain. i have hot water burn spots

i realized just now why i don't play video games any more. i'd read reviews of the new ps2 contra game on ign and gamespot and they were basically dribbling from the mouth about it. they said it was the toughest game they'd encountered in a while. so when james said he bought the game, i knew i had to play it.