Well, I'm back up at the beamline and waiting for data collection, so I guess that means it's time for another update. The pencil-robot is merrily dropping caps on the floor and all the fans are humming away. So soothing.
Computers seem to have lost their appeal for me; I think I need a new hobby. I used to spend hours and hours a day dreaming about hardware, talking geekery, or browsing the internet. I still do a lot of browsing, but these days it's just killing time. The magic is gone, Internet. I think this is a bad sign.
Perhaps I'll invest all of my new-found computer-deprived time hunting down take-out stands in the Bay Area. Dianna knows all about my illicit love affair with food carts, but I think this is the first time I've ever openly discussed it with the CH poizen boyzen.
OK, so there's not much to discuss. I love any little cart on the sidewalk or street that will sell me food. It doesn't matter if it's good or not. I just want it. I'm inexplicably drawn to cheap, fast, noodles. Hurried curry is OK by me. Fast falafel? Yes, please. I have naughty dreams about the flying chinese food boat from The Fifth Element.
What brought this confession to mind?
I forgot to bring a lunch today.
Posted on September 29, 2004 11:32 AM