Doesn't it s...

Doesn't it seem likely that there is a core spirituality that transcends all religions?

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It's interesting that when things are bleakest, even the smallest decision seems significantly life-changing.

Coffee time.Fo...

Coffee time.For Jena, a page of coffee lingo. Although it does seem to speed things along sometimes, I'm still trying to get over the feeling of pretentiousness when I use the java jive, and you sometimes get a strange look from the coffee bar worker who just started yesterday.

Reading...

Reading some documentation for a project I'm working on. Man, this stuff is giving me a headache:When a breakpoint command turns on procedure tracing, a variable in the task information structure is set to tell it to turn on procedure tracing. Once procedure tracing is turned on, every time the running code hits any type of control transfer (not including OS calls, interrupts, or things like that) the low-level code calls the trace handler which figures out it is a branch trace and prints out any appropriate information. Note that when a branch trace occurs, the code currently expects the code to be at the destination of the branch, not the branch instruction.I'm sure it'll make perfect sense once all this sugar and caffeine kicks in.Is everyone hoping for the free taco?

Just te...

Just testing out the LiveJournal Windows app.

the loneliness of gifts

I find it strange that when you give someone a gift or do something nice for someone, there is sometimes a welling up of loneliness. Certainly, there are occasions when you find yourself giddy with euphoria and lovingness, especially when the effort is well-received, but it is not always so.Of late, even my most fervent efforts at stoicism seem to fall by the wayside if I even let myself feel the slightest emotion. If you turn up the volume to listen to the music, you sometimes find that a different instrument is playing than you thought, and lately it seems to be the sad, melancholy bassoon. And then your thoughts swirl around the feelings until you are numb from it. And you strive to swim back to the rocks of unfeeling that you had found so much comfort in. And you can't get anything done at work. And you don't sleep well at night.Kinda depressing, eh?Let's change the subject.Interesting links of the moment:A Wired article on digital paper.An interesting RealMedia interview on NPR's Fresh Air about rebels in Afghanistan. I wish Pakistan would stop supporting the Taliban. But then, I suppose the U.S. has been doing similar things all throughout its history.

empty box

Wouldn't you hate going over to someone's house, they say, "Make yourself at home."You sit down on the couch and look over in the corner where there is a cardboard boxlabeled "cool stuff about me". Of course, you walk over and peer inside ... but there'snothing in it?Looks like I'll be writing some journal entries shortly.