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Monthly Archives: March 2004

what was that all about

Why’d she have to go and pinch me like that.

redesign, part one

Part 1 of site redesign is in beta: a redesigned photo album. Not all of the photos have been captioned. Opinions welcome.

this made my month

I choo-choo-choose you. (thanks Heather)

laundry list

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (trailer–QuickTime required) (remove those troubling memories)

MEAT

It was a beautiful day today.

This went downhill pretty fast..

Experience with VLSI layout requred for comprehension.

“Hey baby, let’s do some layouts sometimes.”
“I’ll be metal1 and you’ll be metal2. Now let’s make an interconnect.”
“Yeah, you like that via, don’t you?”
“Oh shit, I’m out of vias…going to the drugstore brb”
“Wait, I have some here…no, these are packages for monitor wipes, nevermind.”
“Now let’s slooooow things down with some polysilicon, oh yeah. No silicide, baby.”
“Ooooh, you’re a narrow transistor, aren’t you? You have a pretty small W…but let’s see how you like my L.”
“Let’s try to keep the current from flowing just yet.”
“I’ve got a p-well full of electrons waiting to swim down your channel.”

affirmation

What sights I could show you… what stories I could tell. I could paint resplendent pictures and multifaceted portraits for you. You would smile; you would cry. You would experience all of what life has to offer.

I have shown you the door…it is your decision to enter. Your gain, or your loss.

“what could you possibly have seen?”

…she asked me.

long lines of shell-shocked people trying to figure out some way to help donating blood being turned back a man fresh from the district needing to call home the emptiness of neighborhoods once vibrant alive the surreal atmosphere of tony apartments and elegant restaurants altered by a certain something in the air drowning what was left of our diminished capacity for comprehension in a $170 bottle of wine frantic clearing of the bus terminal from yet another bomb scare descending circling into the tunnel a great cloud of smoke tarnishing otherwise beautiful days ethereal nightscapes the void now occupied by remembrances of sunny days colored by majestically rising steel people flitting to and fro eating lunch a band playing in the plaza the sound of the fountain running water then flowers candles banners wreaths St. Paul’s Chapel Trinity Church Union Square Washington Square Times Square have you seen this person multiplied a thousandfold reminders in the subways the streets the sidewalks firehouse memorials persisting J and R reopened no filter could banish the smell friends watching helplessly from the bridge friends running away friends looking for answers looking for revenge the Gray Lady full color an emptiness a construction site unconsciously superimposing faded and worn images a ferry to New Jersey leaving it all behind

“Nothing I really care to talk about.”

Shoemart AND Spam!

Obviously I have to go back to Manila now.

if I could have but one wish

Life needs to come with a reset button.

this is why I can’t afford a new car

Why is there a certain comfort in being proven right, in seeing your lurking suspicions confirmed, even though what you predicted was bad news?

The debriefing, the post-game analysis, the deconstructing of what was said. Confusion, and more questions than answers. Lots of maybes.

This, however, is indisputable: you’re out forty bucks.