Things are falling a little more into place. One of the major things is that I finally tracked down my Palm Pilot’s travel USB cable. This seems like such a trivial thing, but it makes a huge difference. Since I don’t have a permanent workspace yet, a fixed cradle is inconvenient. That means with out the cable I can’t sync the Palm or charge it. Which means that I stop using it. And those who know me best know that without it, I’m lost. While my memory can store gigabytes of useless pop culture info, I just don’t do well at remembering practical things like phone numbers and appointments. That’s where the palm comes in. Suddenly I feel so much more organized and ready to face the world.
I’ve got a job fair this afternoon and the possibility of some freelance work. I’m making a lot of headspace progress on the thesis. So today’s an “up day” as far as I’m concerned.
This is one that I should have seen coming a mile away and never even thought of: networked jukeboxes. This discovery begins with another revelation: a cup of premium coffee costs the same amount as a pint of beer. Plus, considering that I drink beer far more slowly than coffee it seemed to make good economic sense as well. And it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve, um…, lubricated my writing with an adult beverage. Conveniently, just last week I noticed that the