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{Tuesday, August 24, 2004}

 
So last night I was driving home from my office a little after midnight, listening to my awesome car stereo hooked up to my iPod, when what should come on but D.J. Shadow's "Midnight in A Perfect World". Perfect, right? So I turned the volume all the way up, rolled the windows all the way down, and rolled down Highland St. at about 15 mph, just taking it all in.

It was beautiful. For about 15 seconds. Before I blew out one of my redundant, not-even-supposed-to-be-connected-but-you-can't-trust-bestbuy-to-do-the-job-right-even-the-second-time factory speakers, and it started making farting noises with every base note.

Oh, well.

posted by Miles 10:09 AM
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So last night I was driving home from my office a little after midnight., listening to my awesome car stereo hooked up to my iPod, when what should come on but D.J. Shadow's "Midnight in A Perfect World". Perfect, right? So I turned the volume all the way up, rolled the windows all the way down, and rolled down Highland St. at about 15 mph, just taking it all in.

It was beautiful, for about 15 seconds, before I blew out one of my redundant, not-even-supposed-to-be-connected-but-you-can't-trust-bestbuy-to-do-the-job-right-even-the-second-time speakers, and it started making farting noises with every base note.

Oh, well.

posted by Miles 10:09 AM

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{Sunday, August 22, 2004}

 
FUCK YEAH.

Take that, you punk-ass journal referee! Read the referenced paper next time, before you start beef! Even the footnotes!

"(b) In some studies, we report the coordinates of subpeaks not reported in the digital papers, which reported a single global maximum for each cluster."

that's why we used {-48,-44,52} and {52,-44,52} instead of {-32,-72,52} and {32,-60,44}.

WHO'S YOUR FACT-CHECKING DADDY NOW?!?!

Give it up! Unh! Unh! Hit that "ACCEPT FOR PUBLICATION" button, baby! You're gonna hit it and you're gonna' like it!



(who? . . . what? . . . where am I? what happened? i'm sitting in lab . . . huh. oh, well. back to work.)

posted by Miles 10:22 AM

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{Friday, August 20, 2004}

 
Jess left for Albany, today. It snuck up on me, a little bit. I've been really busy with work, lately, and then my dad came up for a visit this week. And I'm planning on heading up there for 3-4 days, the end of next week, so it wasn't really seeming like an abrupt end, or transition. This afternoon, though, it really hit me. I felt alone, and vulnerable . . . feelings I haven't really felt in a long time.

I came home a little early, frustrated with my work and feeling kind of overwhelmed. A little while later, a thunderstorm rolled in. "Alright," I thought.

I stripped down to shorts & flip flops, and headed out into the rain. It was barely a sprinkle, at first. 100 feet from my house the wind started kicking up, and the rain started falling harder. A minute later, I could hardly see, sheets of rain were hitting me sideways, and I was drenched through. It felt like I was walking through a hurricane. "WHOOOOOOO!" I screamed, face split in a huge grin, looking up at the sky, at the thunderheads, my arms spread wide.

I walked on, and moments later the storm got even louder. And suddenly, a little more painful. WTF? I dodged under a canopy, and then realized hailstones the size of blueberries were bouncing all over the place, around me. I was lucky the canopy was there - I think they could have done some serious damage.

I waited out the hail, and then started back to the house, still through a steady downpour. I got home completely drenched, and feeling almost reborn.

posted by Miles 9:35 PM

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