Monthly Archives January 2006

Hello strange people

Well, here I am, finally, on LiveJournal. Sort of. Actually, my journal is at Hypothetical.net, but that synchronizes up with LiveJournal, so you can all see me here, even though I am not. Not here. Well, Here, where I am, but not There, on LiveJournal, where you may be reading this, and thinking of it as Here. No, I am somewhere else, and if you want to comment on my entries, or read all my pre-LiveJournal journal posts, you’ll have to come Here. Or There, if you are there, but consider where you are Here.

Where is Here? It’s over there, at http://www.hypothetical.net/kennric/blog

Of course some of you are already Here, reading this, and you may be confused about all this LiveJournal stuff, since you aren’t reading it There. Well, its like this: everyone seems to use LiveJournal, which I have never cared much for, preferring my own journal system Here. But no one can find me Here, because they are all There, and because they are all There they can be linked up in huge webs of friend connections. After a while, they forget that there is anyone who isn’t There, (Here to them), and those of use who go our own way simply don’t show up on their radar. Or friends list. Whatever.
Thus, LiveJournal synchronization. So everyone over There and everyone Here can see what I am writing Here. Hopefully, those over There will come over Here and see all the nifty little extra things I have Here but not There, like picture galleries, and various non-journal writings. Maybe someday friends will come visit me at home, even if it is a bit off the beaten path…

testing, testing, 1… 2… 3…

If this works, it will appear on both my LiveJournal page and my blog at Hypothetical. If not, then you will never see it to begin with….

Coffee days

It must make a difference, the caffienne, but I don’t feel it. I don’t even know if I feel the lack, other than the nagging of a habit unsatisfied. These winter days with their early classes and foggy dimness hinge on the routine of warm paper cup, 1 packet raw sugar and an ounce or two of half-and-half. After Electronics (ph 412) and before Paradigms (ph 424, 425, 426), some pivot point is reached between the 3 am bedtime and the 7:30 am alarm and I am levered up out of half-dead sleep deprived bleariness, over the cusp and onto the long slope of tired-but-awake which will leave me with too much momentum to sleep before the wee hours of the morning. Unable to sleep, but tired, ineffective, unfocussed. I hate winter, sometimes.

Easy Distractions

How do you like the new journal? I have paid for it in itchy eyes and undone homework. So easy a thing to do, tinker and tweak the code, when real work needs to be done.

Who was it who said, the greatest battle is the battle with self? Here is the battleground, a web diary with a slick interface and little content, little read, of little import.

an aesthetic of utility

She held it up for me to see, her face bright and intent.

“Chain,” I said.

“Garment!” she replied.

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