Thursday, August 30, 2007

Stephanie Peterson.

In my dreams, location plays a prominent role. Architecture is significant, the lay of the land sticks out in my mind. On occasion, though, the place neither matters nor sticks out in my memory. It is in these dreams that feelings tend to play a more crucial role. Last night I had one of these few-and-far-between dreams.

REALITY: In 7th grade (or grade 7, if you're from up north) I sat next to Stephanie Peterson in Algebra I. This was the 'advanced placement' class for those of us that didn't suck at math. Neither Stephanie nor I really had any friends in the class with us, so when students paired up for checking work or collectively solving problems we tended to end up together. She was quiet and very reserved - I could never really tell what she thought of me. But I liked her. Not romantically, though - I liked who she was. We were never really 'friends', not even 'acquaintances' by any stretch of the imagination. I don't believe I have ever had a real conversation with her, mainly because there was nothing to talk about and she wasn't one for small talk. A year or two after high school was the last time I saw her. I have heard since then she's living communally, growing organic foods and such. I really have no idea whether that is true.

DREAM: I won't dwell on details, but the gist is that Stephanie Peterson was the primary person I was interacting with. We had a real conversation, closed with an embrace. When I woke up, I had the sense that I just had a very important conversation with a long-lost friend. The embrace left me with a strong sense of closure and in a very comforted state of mind.

Stephanie Peterson is not a name that crosses my mind very often, so now I am curious as to whether there is a reason for her showing up in a dream.

Presently on my mind: math, chess, purchasing books for school.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

This post will likely bore you to death, so unless that's the kind of thing you are into you might want to skip it.

Personal reinstall procedure:
1. Install firmware and hostap-utils for wireless adapter and configure for use with AP
2. Install midisport firmware package (automatically installs fxload)
3. Install Rosegarden (import studio configuration), VLC, DeVeDe, Audacity, and 'Restricted Extras'
4. Install BitPim, Wine, ntfs-3g and ntfs-utils
5. Enable System Monitor applet
6. Install BRWC200
7. Setup printer
8. Test instruction set for enabling DRI for Mach64
9. Set home pages in Firefox: |
10. Import Pidgin settings OR regroup contacts
11. Enable additional repositories (Google's Linux repo, mainly)
12. Install atitvout package & test
13. ?

TODO from prior backup:
1. Import bookmarks
2. Restructure home folder
3. ?
apathy. make believe enemies.
i concede there's more than me.
please, body, do something.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Ape 17 is in constant danger.

Many years ago, 17 apes were plucked from their mothers' arms for diabolic experimentation in the laboratory of the seemingly evil, yet seemingly good-natured white-coat, Dr. Strem.

For years these caged animals fought against their captors through every manner of biting hands and flinging whatever flingables on which they could lay their hands. With the passage of time, some of the apes began to disappear. There was speculation they were being systematically biologically tampered with for some seemingly evil purpose, but no solid proof. But one thing was certain: the apes were dying.

Rest assured, though, that ape 17 stays quite alive for the duration of our story. However, quite to our dismay, apes 1-16 must pass before ape 17 is able to make his daring escape.