Digital Lifesavers

Had a Parable of the Lost Coin moment this morning.  Lost a *very important* document that I really needed very badly (well, one of those documents that I *personally* know I need badly, though probably nobody else would think I need it).  This was an especially lousy time to lose track of it considering that I need it for my revision of my Job Description and the subsequent Performance Evaluation (an especially bad time to use “Um, I think I lost it” as an explanation).  Well, after riffling through stacks and stacks of papers, and thinking, “How could this happen?  Of all the organized and filed-away papers I have, this sheet was by far the most well-organized and filed-away papers I have!!”, growing more desperate, and riffling through the same volumnous stacks over and over again as I questioned my vision, memory, and sanity, I found it!  (Right where I knew it was all along, of course.)  YES!!!

I am so ready for lunch. 

Worked on 3 projects simultaneously tonight.  One wushu video batch conversion, one jujitsu DVD-to-CD compression, one audio book renaming and re-compilation.  I wonder how much distance I covered tonight running around between the MMS, the ATL, and my cube.

Wow, Meyer 2nd Floor is *completely* bereft of students.  My two consultants are just… sitting there.  This has got to be one of the most anti-climactic closing hours I’ve ever witnessed.  Diana didn’t even bother making the 15-minutes- and 10-minutes- and 5-minutes before-closing announcements.  =I

On a side note, it’s sad to be reminded that at Stanford there are certain individuals who still haven’t learned to flush the toilet after they’ve pooped.  Water conservation extremists strike again!  Well, more flushing pleasure for me.

Okay, going home to tell Dan Park that if he’s still interested in rooming with me, he’s in!

Working on the “Million Dollar Vocabulary Personal Learning Course” audio book that Kang gave me.  I have found the first chapter to be rather insipid, characterized by the nudnik’s long-winded bushwa that only seems to inspire an excerebrose torpor.  However, I ought to give this burgeoning work a chance and hearken to its lessons rather than draggle it under my premature illations of impuissance, lest I be judged a lumpen wowser and no pundit.  Indeed this course may prove to be of unexpected palmary value as I grow to appreciate the author’s oleaginous schmaltz.  I must realize my bellicose attitude often only impedes on the development of telic motivations.  A fortiori, I ought as lief persist in the travails of logology if I am to gain the redoubtable meed.

Oh yeah, my brother plays the *carillon* at Berkeley.  I always forget that silly word.  =]  Does anyone know if there are carillon classes at Stanford?

Got very movie’d out this weekend starting Friday night: Catch Me If You Can, Simone, Read My Lips, Heat, Infernal Affairs III, Love on a Diet.  I bet most of my readers have never heard of at least half of these (yeah, I’m betting on the foreign ones).

Very unexpectedly, I find myself with the option of having a new roommate.  I wasn’t even looking for one.  Figuratively, he just kinda fell out of the sky.  Literally, he just kinda sat on my couch and asked if I wanted a roommate.  I told him I’d tell him what I wanted by April Fools Day, though I’m already pretty sure of my answer.

Just finished an hour of emailing, jujitsu convention photo hunting, and Xanga reading.  Man, I need to get out of here and take a long walk.  Got lots to think and pray about.  Bye.

Ever just really need to pee, and you just can’t figure out where that mysterious volume of liquid came from?  I can think of at least 2 recent occasions where I had to very abruptly cut a conversion short and run away due to a very sudden, urgent need… “Yeah… [brief pause in the conversation that is different from the normal signals for the end of a conversation]… okay, yeah, well, gotta go!  Bye!”  =8

Since we’re on the topic — I’ve been at restaurants serving kidneys, livers, hearts, stomach linings, brains, and uteri (disturbingly, the species was not listed), and I’m sure some other interesting parts if you know how to ask for them, but I wasn’t sure as of last night whether any restaurant of any style served bladders on the menu.  Well, that was a silly question.  Of course they do.  Apparently, there’s a famous dish where a chicken is cooked *inside* of a pig’s bladder.  Those funny French people.  =]  So what’s the most exotic thing you’ve ever eaten (or… *not* eaten)?