how now brownpau
Breakfast: two glazed Krispy Kreme donuts and coffee.
Lunch: three slices of Domino’s sausage-mushroom pizza and Coke.
Merienda: one Kit Kat.
Just add a Quarter Pounder-and-Fries dinner, and my “Get An All-American Heart Attack in One Year” diet is complete.
Update: It being Fettisdagen in Sweden, Jesper recommends semla. Oogh.
Two things I am really enjoying right now: Home Movies and Fairly Odd Parents. And I just found the listings for Invader Zim and Classic Trek. I’m in TV heaven. Yay.
Okay, okay, set VCR timer. Must sleep now. Must sleep.
So now it’s “Spring” “Break.” Except that it’s not so much a Spring Break as it is a Thawing-and-Refreezing-Snow Break. And it’s not so much a Break as it is More Time For Paulo To Go To Work Instead Of Class.
I feel like old, melted, refrozen ice cream. You know, the kind that gets all crystally on top and sticky and viscuous on the bottom because the ingredients have settled unevenly. Ick.
I need to upgrade my MT and recode. Soon.
I confess to my Lord and God, that in my spiritual struggles and material temptations, I have allowed my heart to go every which way but to Him, and I have failed to love the Lord with all my heart and mind and soul. I have struggled with stress and angst and brokenheartedness, and through it all, though I have filled my mind with head-knowledge of the things of God, I have yet neglected to nurture my relationship with Him. I am humbled, and I repent of my wayward spirit.
I love you, Lord, my first love, You who loved me before I was born. Mend me, broken man that I am, and make me Yours. Teach me Your ways that I may walk in them, that I may praise and glorify You in all things. Strengthen my faith, fill me with Your Spirit, nourish me with your Word. Then and only then, in Your love, shall I know true and lasting peace.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.
strftime, I think I love you. How about a date?
Oooh, a Color Harmonizer, for color-blind designers such as myself. Just the thing for when I make 51 a little less orange. (via the Z-Man.)
A clear, cold day at Dupont Circle, long after the snows had melted. Today is 03-03-03.
Photo taken with an Aiptek Mini Pencam 1.3MP SD.
Yesterday, Amy and I walked over to the Italian Cultural Center in Mount Vernon to look at James Hennessey’s Italian Pictures, a series of drawings and paintings of Italy, by one of her old professors at MICA. There were several pieces hung on walls in three large rooms, all of them expressive and beautiful, some hauntingly so.
Afterward, we window-shopped around Inner Harbor, strolled to Little Italy, took a quick look at my place, settled down at Cafe Di Roma on Eastern Ave for cappuccino and cookies, then headed back to her apartment to watch MBFGW and three episodes of Invader Zim with her roommates.
Interestingly enough, I didn’t find MBFGW as funny, not because it wasn’t a well-made comedy, but because many aspects of Greek ethnic life (e.g. huge extended families, roasting large animals on open spits, Windex, etc.) had strong parallels with my experiences growing up Filipino, so the cultural anachronisms weren’t quite so shockingly alien to me. Still, a cute and fun movie. Oh, and now I’m a major Invader Zim fan. What a cool cartoon. I need to see if Nickelodeon still shows reruns.
All in all, a very fun day.
Lots of modern media and art links from Crisis Century class last Thursday; so many that I almost suffered from Information Overload. Here’s a few:
ACCEPT. Artist Perry Hoberman’s collection of satirical user interface alerts. OK/Cancel is extra-funny, and the copyright infringement windows are like nothing else.
Craig Baldwin: Spectres of the Spectrum. Amazing piece of docu-drama on media history, packaged as campy post-apocalyptic cut-and-paste science fiction movie. As psychic rebels Yogi and Boo Boo fight the dastardly plans of the New Electromagnetic Order, the viewer is taken on a strange romp through the history of modern media’s movers and shakers. Lots of interesting trivia and insight. Deserves a blog entry of its own in the near future.
Russian Ark. A movie about the Hermitage, a palace in Russia, all taken in a single 90-minute shot. I’ll most definitely need to catch that when it comes out at The Charles.
The Wartime Project. Anti-war reflections and reactions by various net artists. (Note that I remain undecided on the Iraq War issue, and choose not to formulate any opinion on it as a political issue until I am more informed.)
Plus, a couple of exhibitions in Europe: