“I think poor black people and white intellectuals using the same model is pretty telling, actually: the two most isolated sides of the spectrum,” he said.
I brought a dozen cupcakes. There were 3 carrot, 3 red velvet, 2 marble, 2 peanut butter fudge swirl, and 2 of some chocolate-chocolate-chocolate thing that I forgot the name of because it sounded so disgusting.
He had a romcom fantasy about her a year before. She did not live up to his expectations, so things went sideways.
Now she was having a romcom fantasy all by herself, waiting patiently for hours for him to do something in particular.
You could have graphed her hopes falling. In the end, she left dejected. He didn't understand why. Then he left town.
He was much more excited about the cupcakes than she was.
I go to a party, carrying two expensive bottles of liquor that I have acquired from faraway lands.
The hosts of the party provide a variety of liquors, snacks, and mixers.
Some neuro guy shows up, looks around, feels guilty, says that he should have brought something.
His friend shows up, bearing hot food. The neuro guy decides to contribute $7 to the purchase of food since he didn't bring anything. The friend then proceeds to charge us each $7.
No one else demands money for any of the other things being share and consumed by everyone. The hosts do not retroactively charge a cover fee for entrance to the house. No one else offers to pay anyone for anything.
The neuro guy attempts to wash some dishes before leaving, but is stopped by the hosts, because he is a guest.
I just had the best Valentine's Day ever.
Sophie stood before me. “I'm leaving with that guy,” she gestured.
“Yes, I thought that would happen,” I chuckled.
She hugged me. The guy, whose name we managed to never utter, did not hug me, though he usually does. They went home together.
That was the last time I saw Sophie.
The rest of us sat down, finished our drinks, and split up. I went with Sophie's ex-girlfriend and the guy who sometimes serves as her ironic beard.
They smoked their disgusting light cigarettes, the kind with very little tobacco but lots of horrible chemicals that make me cough and hopefully fail to give me lung cancer, because watching someone else die of that was excruciating enough.
So we get to our next destination and there is a Peruvian girl sitting on a stool and shopping for shoes on her phone. I am fascinated. Phone app developers had told me that people actually did this but I thought it was just wishful thinking on their part.
The Peruvian girl, who is named something that sounds like it was uttered accidentally by Tommy Gnosis, complains to Sophie's ex-girlfriend that some guy keeps harassing her. We instinctively form a human barrier to shield her from this alleged transgressor, who, it turns out, is the pompous drug dealer with whom Sophie's ex-girlfriend is just about to conduct business.
“I'll be right back,” she says. “Hit on her.”
“What‽ Why‽” I shout after her. There is no response.
Sophie's ex-girlfriend and the drug dealer return from the darkness, having swapped possessions.
The drug dealer is a blowhard and proceeds to regale us with stories so little interest to me that I can't even remember what they were about, but as drug dealers are wont to do, he abuses the power of his possession to maintain the delusion that people would tolerate his presence even if he didn't have illegal commodities to sell them.
When the beard and Sophie's ex-girlfriend go out for a smoke break, I went home.
Rhoda is guarded. She is secretly in love with her brother. When he gets a girlfriend, she finds a boyfriend. She tells no one what she's really thinking.
Rhoda likes to seize the day. In the midst of evening conversation, she will excuse herself to “use the bathroom” or “come right back”, then, within literally two minutes, she will go home with an acquaintance or stranger. Often these encounters or the aftermaths thereof do not go according to her liking, and she will make veiled remarks of hostility, should she see those people again.
Rhoda was unhappy so she changed “everything” in her life. Though multiple things remained constant, she concluded that she was, in fact, the problem.
Rhoda does not make enough money on which to live. She works part-time, and turns down all other job offers. Other people make up for her financial shortcomings so that she is not homeless and starving.
Rhoda is certain that it is more difficult to be female than male.
Now that I've almost caught up with life after an extended stint on the West Coast, it's time to play.
My GuruPlug (courtesy me) and my Excito B3 (courtesy the lovely people at Tor) are giving me a bit of trouble in different ways, so my intent is to decommission and give away the GuruPlug and Excito B3, leaving my DreamPlug and the Banana Pi to provide the services currently performed by the GuruPlug, Excito B3, and DreamPlug.
The Banana Pi is presently running Bananian on a 32G SDHC (Class 10) card. This is close to wheezy, and appears to have a mostly-sane default configuration, but I am not going to trust some random software downloaded off the Internet on my home network, so I need to be able to run Debian on it instead.
My preliminary belief is that the two main obstacles are Linux
and U-Boot. Bananian 14.09 comes with Linux
3.4.90+ #1 SMP PREEMPT Fri Sep 12 18:13:45 CEST 2014 armv7l GNU/Linux,
whatever that is, and
U-Boot SPL 2014.04-10694-g2ae8b32 (Sep 03 2014 - 20:53:14).
I don't yet know what the status of mainline/Debian support is.
Someone gave me a wooden cigar box to use as a case, which is not working out quite as hoped. I also found that my hack to power a 3.5" SATA drive does not work, so I'll either need to hammer on that some more or resolve to use a 2.5" drive instead.
Mem: 993700 36632 957068 0 2248 11136 -/+ buffers/cache: 23248 970452 Swap: 524284 1336 522948
Processor : ARMv7 Processor rev 4 (v7l) processor : 0 BogoMIPS : 1192.96 processor : 1 BogoMIPS : 1197.05 Features : swp half thumb fastmult vfp edsp neon vfpv3 tls vfpv4 idiva idivt CPU implementer : 0x41 CPU architecture: 7 CPU variant : 0x0 CPU part : 0xc07 CPU revision : 4 Hardware : sun7i Revision : 0000 Serial : 03c32de75055484880485278165166c9
Normally I'm disgusted by fangirling of jwz, but it seems that he finally wrote something I like.