Dear political activist organizations,

Will you please start focusing on the issues, and not your organizations?

Sincerely,

Aria

P.S. you suck.

A customer just called and said “Hi. Actually I need AOL’s phone number.”

Please document your code and put the documentation on your website. If you’re writing a Javascript library, you’re creating an API. You know how frustrating it is researching browser bugs and the ways they don’t follow their APIs? You create the same frustration when using your libraries when you don’t document them. Thank you.

Joshua: #{expletive :conjugation => ‘imperative’} #{pronoun :person => 2, :number => ‘singular’, :case => ‘accusative’ }

Naka Ima from a student’s perspective. Honesty is good. Canadians think it goes well with Aikido.

I nic’d hand.d!

Hotel Room Nudes is among my favorite blogs; relatively classy yet brash stuff. DNSFW, but FTW.

Breakfast Nook

Gurgitate-mail is up to 1.8.1. Go procmail! Go far away!.

Make onionade!

Or onion smoothies anyway.

Blend an onion, 14oz of crushed tomatoes, with the juice, a pinch of salt, a pinch of garlic powder, and a dash of vinegar until smooth.

Serve cold.

Apparently there was a 3.3 magnitude earthquake 14 miles west of here today. I missed it, but might explain why I suddenly felt anxious.

Kid walking into the coffeeshop wearing sunglasses, which fog instantly: Is there anyone here?

I stand here, at the kitchen counter, listening to you read stories, other people’s, telling about their lives, growing up – they’re stories of fear, of silence.

I’m sorting blades, and pen tips – hundreds of sharp edges, a mistake will make me bleed. I never do.

I know you’re reading stories of other people, but they’re your story, too. All of the stories are about you.

I think about the box of blades and pens, I look at what to me are innocent tools, and I know that they can represent to much more. Precision tools, precise symbols of things that can’t be said aloud.

Now you tell of your own story, and of wanting to be done telling it, for the story to have an end. The end isn’t written yet – is anyone’s? – and you go on, even if you are just searching for how to close the chapter, wondering if there’s another one after.

Cook an onion in oil, hot, until the edges start going brown. Toss in some chopped shiitake mushrooms, then add a splash of water so the onions cook through. Mind the steam!

Add a splash of soy sauce, a dash of balsamic vinegar, a couple pinches of ground clove, and some black pepper. Serve over pasta.

Today involved a ten mile bike ride to watch the arraginment of someone who was harassing me a month ago; he pleabargained his way out of a sentence, assuming he can keep his nose clean for a year. I’m not upset by this — I figure it’s a pretty fair sentence, considering how light the harassment was. It was a neat process to watch, though, and I’m glad to know more intimately how the courts work, from incident to sentencing.

On the way home, I blew out a tire. Such fun. At least hitching with a bike in a county with more trucks than cars is really easy,

The MPEG artifacts in some of my music are driving me nuts.

On the other hand, the new Rhythmbox finally got tag editing working nicely.

After about 25 hours of toil, my house now roughly resembles the state it was in when crystalhellion moved in.

I’m beat. And it’s only 10.

Dear Political Organizers, (Moveon, I’m talking to you)

The change from sucess-story-plea-for-funds is definitely a nice change. Be new and different! Encourage people in ways never used before.

P.S. The attempted guilt trip was pretty sassy. Go you!