I’m happy to report that Super Lucky Elephant White Jasmine Rice, when cooked, remains soft and fluffy, even after two nights’ refrigeration.
2001.DESIGNER.SITE.CHKLST
How trendy are your page layouts? Use the designer’s checklist to gauge your web design “skillz.” (snort, giggle) I got an 11.
(Link via Translucent.nu)
Mozart Vesperae Solennes Dominica and More
It’s certainly been a musical evening. I’ve just returned from watching the Chorale of the Friday Morning Music Club perform Mozart’s Vesperae Solennes de Dominica at First Baptist. (Mendelssohn’s Walpurgisnacht was also on the programme, but I didn’t really feel like hearing that, so I left during intermission.) And when I get home, what do I find in the mail, freshly delivered?
Silicon Central Gone!
Where’d Scott go?
Kuro5hin on the Abu Sayaff
Kuro5hin story and thread on the Abu Sayaff. I don’t peruse Kuro5hin much, mainly because I don’t like the threaded discussion format, but there’s still much to see and do there.
Via that, we have a Portrait of a Weakened, Desperate Abu Sayaff.
W32/Perrun Virus still needs an executable to run
Please don’t panic when you hear of the so-called JPEG virus. Sensational hullabaloo obscures the fact that “W32/Perrun” still needs to infect you with an executable file before it can mess with your pictures. If you follow the standard precaution s and delete all strange email attachments with .EXE and .VBS extensions, you’ll be fine.
Deprecated FONT tags
My dislike for <font> tags is growing by leaps and bounds. Great, big, giant leaps and bounds.
The Protection of His Mighty Hand
Today it is three months and a day since I made the Jump. In that time I’ve gotten a job, been accepted into my target MA program this Fall, and joined the choir at a wonderful Baptist church. God has been good, and the blessings have been abundant. And even if these blessings were denied to me, God would still be good, and I continually rest in the peace of knowing that I am never out from under the protection of his mighty hand.
In those three months, my ethnicity has also been mistaken for Hispanic, Indian, Arab Palestinian, Jewish, and Korean. But never Filipino. Americans and Filipinos alike never know I’m ethnically Filipino till I let some Tagalog slip.
Sidewalk Strawberry. A Poem.
On a cold, gray rainy
Friday morning,
I saw a strawberry
on the sidewalk.
Crushed.
And I wondered
Who could have dropped it
Without picking it up?
And I wondered
Who could have stepped on it
Without seeing
That bright flash of red
On the cold, wet, gray
pavement?
(And I wondered
If I wrote that
with line breaks,
would it sound
like a poem?)
Back from Baltimore
I’m back from Baltimore. Looked at a room for rent, got some papers from the financial aid office, got lost somewhere in ghetto-land when I walked the wrong way up 25th Street. That was a bit scary. And when I opted to take a bus, some black kids hanging out at the bus stop looked at me weird and told me to “knock it off.” I have no idea what they were talking about.
I was rather glad to return to Penn Station and get back on the MARC train out of there. Baltimore did not agree with me.
The MICA campus, however, was gorgeous. Lots of old buildings dating as far back as 1826. Nice and historical. And the neighborhood it’s in isn’t quite as ghetto-ish as the rest of the city.
(Um, am I allowed to call African Americans “black,” or is it regarded as derogatory? Well, I call myself “brown.”)