Archive for March, 2006

I did it.

I applied for a job.

One that I am positive I won’t get a callback for, because I’m missing one element of their desired profile.

What was I thinking?!

Curse you online applications! Curse you! Making it seem so easy. “Just upload your résumé here and we’ll get back to you if we’re interested.”

Right. I neglected to closely read the “if we’re interested” part… So I suppose I won’t even get a “no, but thanks for applying.”

Ah well. At least I’ve started.

 

“You can dance if you want to”

And just where in the name of God’s-green-earth did I pick this song up?

I’ll know exactly how old you are if you send me a nastygram “thanking” me for putting this in your head. And I bet you hear the little “yip,” too.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, well, nevermind.

 

“Don’t you dare put that in your mouth”

At a recent family gathering, Plagioclase gave his cousin a cookie. Cousin’s wife and adult daughter yelled at Plagioclase for giving Cousin a cookie. “Don’t you know he’s diabetic?” they hissed.

Well, no, he didn’t. But you know, Cousin is an adult. He has a better idea than any of us how his blood sugar affects him. And he chose to take the cookie.

Which made Plagioclase a bad guy, and Cousin just an irresponsible idiot. After all, it was his “lack of control” that “made” him diabetic in the first place, so wife and daughter must make sure that he’s treated like a 4-year-old for the rest of his life.

Diabetes is bad. And it can be very bad. I have formerly-living proof of that. But I also know that a diabetic’s family can only support the person’s efforts in controlling his condition — not act as traffic cops for every bite.

But he’s only had the condition for a year or so. Perhaps as they work out their schedule, and have a few more “discussions” about who eats what when, they’ll become more familiar with it. Cousin may learn to just say no to that cookie offer. And Cousin’s wife may just learn to not glare at every mouthful.

Gawd, I hope so. They’re driving me nuts!

 

“So what do you put it under?”

Trying to explain what a “blog” is to Plagioclase’s mother, who has never looked at anything on a computer that we didn’t show her, is a little like trying to explain the concept of “blue” to a blind man. The frame of reference just isn’t there.

She was reading an article about political blogs, and asked “Where did blogs originate?” This is one of her favorite question patterns, right after “Do they _____ all over the world?” I don’t really mind these questions, because she’s showing that she’s interested and engaged, but I digress.

Anyway, Plagioclase and I tried to explain what blogs are. Sometimes it’s a journal, sometimes it’s a conversation, sometimes it’s single-issue and sometimes it’s far-ranging. And often a blog is all of these and none of them, like the non-blogs using blog software as CMS I’ve seen.

Then we tried to describe RSS feeds. Well, not the feeds, exactly, but saying that we can be notified when somebody we pay attention to has something new to say. (Some, of course, don’t say anything new, just different ;))

The web is, to her, like a television, where one can “be addicted” and “watch all day.” It is obvious when I talk to her that she’s not really approving of it — she refuses to watch TV during the day, because I think she thinks it’s slovenly. She thinks that we are just clicking through the channels of the web, waiting for something new to show up. At 3 in the morning, I may be. But I tried to explain to her that it was more like having the radio on in the background. You don’t pay attention to it until you’re ready — unless something really grabs your interest. I’m sure I didn’t convince her that I’m not really just a time-waster…

But the web, to her, is also like a vast reference desk at the library. “Look up this plant for me,” she’ll ask. When we talked about how there are some single-issue blogs, and that we have several blogs between us, she asked “What do you file them under?”

That’s when I realized that she still wasn’t getting it.

And decided to blog about it.

 

Chanter Bunny

While searching for something else, I ran across “Ten Thousand Statistically Grammar-Average Fake Band Names”, from an old MIT project.

Here’s a random-in-the-sense-that-I-just-cut-and-pasted-some sample:

Countryman Silicon
Sulk Caption
Bellboy Whip
Your Paragraph Negates Woofer
Snafu Goad
Earls Damper
Bourgeois Drosophila
Tribune Catcher
Giver Leash
Cocoon Blocker
Notable Luster
Citadel Leaguer
Frieze Lambert
Funk Sands
Hue Barbarian
Codfish Wisp
Derrick Shatterproof
Quoth Farina
Situ Nutrition
Borderline Asparagus
Deacon Annex
Itching Dating Cents
Irrational Nectar
Bullet Ark
Famous
Gratis Lips

Some are probably now band names, if not blog names. Or spam titles…