For the past couple of weeks, no matter what the venue, someone had commented on how huge my beard had gotten. I’m just thankful that my students had not commented on my appearance. That always gets to me. Facial hair was just not a priority with everything else going on in my life.
I have shorn my face. I apologize to those who in recent events have rubbed up against my rough personage, in both the figurative and literal sense. Thanks for grace about my face.
Devin opened up the world of Google Wave to me. It is like I pictured it and nothing at all like I expected, in one of those Google paradoxes I so love. I pinged (Scott Westerfeld, anyone?) Vafer today and we both realized exactly how old we are. The conversation took on a frantic, abstract, non-linear quality as we responded to threads at different parts in the conversation, all within one window. It used to be called a form of learning disability, but now it’s required to keep up in a ping flood.
I expect flying cars sometime soon, to be sure.
I’m really digging Pandora right now. I wish it was easier to get it to stream in the Scion. I discovered the soundtrack for Signs today by creating a station of Danny Elfman, Gregson-Williams, and John Barry (the James Bond guy). So much fun to write to.
I make the prediction here and now: if people start accessing Google Wave while driving, car accidents will follow. If instead they pull up Pandora, I think we’ll have a much more pleasant freeway system. Unless, of course, people are too busy thumbs-downing songs. Then horrible misinterpretations in body language occur and streaming media-related violence increases.
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