Blog - /Personal

I love it when the weather gets colder and the leaves change color and begin their arboreal descent. Since I've developed a taste for animé, I've found that I love seeing small particles fall from the sky. Rain, snow, leaves, flower petals, and blossoms touch my sense of wonder.

I need to get around to making some improvements on emacs-wiki-journal so that I can have my setup exactly the way I want it. There are so many tasks that are more important, though. I had to write out journalling topics on paper so that when I finally had enough time to journal, I could touch on each one. Sad. <nop>MoinMoin is tantalizingly close to being able to meet my needs, but there's enough loose ends to prevent me from deserting emacs-wiki-journal yet.

Jimmy and I just went shopping at "Pay Less", the West Lafayette version of Kroger. Impressively, Jimmy managed to save $32 with his Kroger Plus card on his $55 purchase. Not bad at all. I saved a measly $3. I told myself that it's because I like to buy odd things that do not often go on sale. On the way back home, I was reminded that spicy chicken sandwiches, a tight turn, and a roommate engaged in eating a frosty result in unpleasant happenings for the sandwich.

One of the strange purchases I made was "Wolfgang Puck" gourmet rich mocha latte. Would Frappuccino by any other name taste as sweet? Indeed, it does. It was not as strong as the Frapp, but quite good nonetheless. Sometimes I like a drink not to be too strong, and I think this qualifies as one of those times.

I think the curse of being technically proficient is the realization that the body and the world around it are more error-prone and inefficient even than Windoze Me. I have this awful nagging nose ailment that leaves the threat of a full-blown cold in the back of mind at all times. Why in the world is it that I can make such great strides in dealing with massive amounts of information, have a great example of an optimal software setup in front of me, and yet be totally powerless concerning the aggravation of mortality? If my body were a piece of software, I'd scrap it in a heartbeat and start all over with a known good one.