Attempting the creative.

So the last couple weeks I've been busy trying to be creative again, but with an aim at an anti-self-censorship campaign. I make something, I make it public, and I've already spread a number of drawings.

But tonight was a little different. Couldn't think of anything to draw, so I sat down at my computer and tried my hand at music again.

If you've got iTunes or Winamp or XMMS or anything that can handle m3u streams, here's what I done made: Yup, right here. Yee haw.

Burnout

I'm running on empty. I've spent the last week at work coordinating and moving two labs and a workgroup, and getting all the shit up and running again. Add to yesterday's bruised toe a mashed finger, and all manner of cuts and scrapes from futzing with racks and rails and hardware and what not.

Either I went too far, or I'm getting old. I'm not sure. Certainly in either case I could stand to be in better shape, physically, but whatever, I'm already working on that.

I'm so very glad that I did the higher education thing and got a job as a software engineer. For me next trick, I'll figure out how to do some actual software engineering at work.

blech.

Toe Stub

I pulled off a first for myself at work today. I managed to stub my toe without my feet actually being in motion. Picked up a travel case for a piece of gear, and it swung down on a rotational axis right into my feet.

E: Ow!
S: What?
E: I think I just hurt myself. It feels like I inverted all my toenails.
S: *shock. awe*

So I went off to the nearest restroom to assess the damage (and it turns out that in that case, I seem to have stumbled upon the skankiest head on site) Rather than risking what the stalls looked like, I plopped down against the far wall and took off the shoe and peeled off the sock of the foot that was hurting more.

All the toes could curl without too much trouble. Probably didn't break anything. That's good. Visual inspection time.

So the big toenail on my left foot was already turning blue. This was about a minute or two from initial impact. That's not good.

I'm thinking of everyone I've known to accidentally catch a finger in a sliding window or car door, and the horrible aftermath. For some reason, these stories always seem to end in "and then the nail finally fell off"

I'm going to miss my toenail. We were good friends.

consolidation

So the answer is consolidation. All the silly little half-assed oft-forgotten blogs can form into one silly little half-assed oft-forgotten blog, I say.

Or as brought to you by PWEI: "Wake up, time to die."

losing...energy....must.....warn....others!

Alright, I'll admit it. I used to cook. I think I even did a reasonable job at it. But I don't, anymore.

I used to care a lot about finding good and tasty food, even if it meant eating out, but I don't really do that anymore, either.

Much of my diet these days comes from the pre-fab salads acquired from Trader Joe's, or the local supermarket. I'll occasionally grab something to eat for lunch with the cow-orkers, but it's usually the same few places that we always return to (Chipotle, Red Robin, Luigi's, The Hat, The Whole Enchilada, Philly's Best, etc.), and while there some quality things that can be found at any of those, it's become so mundane that they don't even seem worth reviewing.

So now for a moment of reflection: Do I change the blog, or do I change my life?

And then...

And then, like that......he was back.

Cleaning house.

So I watched "The Usual Suspects" tonight when I came home.

One line really spoke to me: "And then....like that......he was gone."

still keeping it simple.

So if you read into most of last week's posts, you might've noticed my
abortive attempt at the Atkins diet.

Made it six days before my cynicism kicked in and I went back to re-read
everything I'd researched before reaching the epiphany of : "Holy shit, most
of these people are just making shit up!"

(witness at least one article that said "Humans can't digest wheat products,
that's why we gain so much weight from them." Whoooooaaaa......wait a
second. If we can't digest it, it'd be like grazing off someone's lawn: It'd
just pass through us.)

Ok, so don't get me started. I feel shamed enough as it is.

So tonight's dinner was pretty simple. Gave the salad spinner a run and
cleaned off a head of iceberg lettuce. Add a bit of that to some whole-grain
breat, a little mustard, a little mayo, some sliced tomatoes, a piece of
ham. Wait. Need cheese. Shit. No cheese. Well, I've got some velveeta. Yuck.
Went with it anyway.

So I diced up the remaining tomato and had me ham sandwich and with that and
about a 1/4 cup of cottage cheese.

I'm going to get healthy even if it kills me.*

-erik


*chances are having to resort to velveeta is going to cause more permanent
damage than anything else. Probably better just to skip the cheese next time
if I can't do better than that.

For the love all that is good and right, no more salad, please!

Yeah, that's right. Hit the salad burnout point.

So I went digging in my freezer and found some Trader Joe's frozen chicken
perogies, so I made those up with some sauteed green peppers.

Shit, if I were exciting, would I be posting what I ate on a friday night?

Exactly.

Spinner

Oh yes, I nearly forgot. With all this salad I've been eating lately, I
figured it was time to take that step forward in my life and shelled out $3
at the Wal-Mart for a salad spinner.

It came with instructions.

Awe, I tells you, awe.