Sunday 22 August 1999
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Pic of the day: Another small country road, photographed while I took
a walk today.
I've written another approximate truth. The approximate truths are (very) popular science, not part of my diary complex really. This one is about fat and human metabolism overall. As usual, a few strange words are left in for those who want to impress their ignorant friends. It should be readable even if you don't get those, though. My average reader will probably know it all already, but who knows.
You can find it under "interests" on my home page, or go directly
to the approximate truth about
fat.
Woke up this morning from a weird dream. In this dream, my train was starting to roll out from the station while I was still outside. I jumped on while it was moving, and managed to get into a car. Except it was just a box. A reasonably large box, but still a box. I guess this weird idea came from reading the journal of someone who called herself "Girl in a box". I am not sure if she wants her journal generally known - she does not advertise it and is not member of the worldwide journaller's webring Open Pages (as seen on my index page). I just happened to meet her on IRC. It seems the image of being in a box has stuck with me through the night. Speaking of journal stuff, my June archive is up on the Diary Farm. I apologize for the delay and try to blame someone else for it. The crosswinds.net server has been slow sometimes... Of course it would, since people are flocking to it. It's free, no ads required, free e-mail adress which is not sold to third parties, and you retain all rights to anything you publish there. No wonder there is a run on the server. I just hope they manage to keep it up.
My June entries will probably be removed from the SOL server after I've
tested most of them on Crosswinds. Then it's the July entries' turn.
Somehow I managed to delete the July copy of the Recent Entries page,
with all the titles. That bites. I'll try to do better for August, if
I get the chance.
Of course, just after the end of August I may have other interest. Most notably, since my best friend should be back from Germany by then, I prepare for an all-day (or two-day) uninhibited clothes shopping spree. I may try to drag along her brother and his girlfriend too; the girlfriend is an expert on clothes and fashion stuff, and the young man will get hungry everytime we pass a decent hamburger outlet. His conduct echoes my sentiments in this regard pretty well, though I am less obvious about it. Best of all, the young couple pay their own bills; so the moral support is essentially free.
Shopping is fun, and my best friend almost certainly needs new clothes.
She's old enough now to understand that credit cards don't magically
refill themselves, and so we should be able to reach a good compromise
between price and beauty. (At least in my case, these two are rarely
compatible. I tend to pick the clothes I want, and then get shocked
by the price tag.)
The cheese in my fridge has gone the way of all flesh, so no macaroni and cheese for me today. Instead I've eaten sliced bread with potato salad and veggie salad in white mayonnaise, with curry powder. Not nearly as good as home cooked macaroni and cheese, but fast and easy. I took an hour's walk today, as is good and proper after all this writing about fat. Possibly scared a few neighborhood kids with my stubbly face. Did you notice that beard grows faster in the heat of summer? You'd expect it to be the other way around if it was meant to protect the male face from frost. Obviously some other mechanism is at work. Evolutionists and creationists both are hereby cordially invited to explain this phenomenon. My electric razor has expired too. Which makes me wonder: The electric articles whose warranties expire after 01/01/00, will the millenium bug make them last for a hundred years? Or will they all go poof on new year's day? |