reverb
Last.fm is reminding me of all those songs and artists I want to re-download. As absurd as it is, when my laptop crashed a few years back, I lost some things that I never got around to downloading again. Similarly, when my iPod was destroyed a year ago by the mega-magnet in my wallet, I lost everything that had been salvaged from the memory of my laptop's hard drive.
And it's slowly built back up again, but every so often I remember one or two things that I've been missing yet unable to name.
Skinny Puppy (any); Faith and the Muse (any); Dead Can Dance (any); Days of the New - "Weapon & the Wound"; Пикник (any); Gabriel Fauré (any); Alien Sex Fiend (any)
Now my computer is little more than four years old; and, though there aren't any outward warning signs that I should expect disaster any time soon, I'm used to laptops dying on me at about this time in our relationship. Then again, my expectations are still coloured by my Dell experiences, none of them very good.
Yesterday crazy-C was asking me what I do to "maintain my weight." I was wondering what brought this on, and apparently she just joined Weight Watchers; but the thing is, I can't imagine C being another weight than what she is. It's a healthy weight and it seems to suit her. She rarely takes sick days, and, judging by the things she talks about, does a decent amount of physical activity. And, as long as I've known her, she does maintain her weight, neither gaining nor losing--at least, not in any way that has been obvious to the casual observer. So I wasn't really sure what she was looking for; furthermore, I've had some odd habits that I would never ever recommend to anyone else, and I don't believe that any sound advice I have would be something she's never heard before. Come to that, she's about twenty years older than I am. I don't know what sage advice she's expecting to get from me on the matter.
The conversation came back to me last night when I was warming the last three chocoatchip cookies in the microwave (irritatedly shoved it to the back of my mind, thank you very much).
And then it came to me again this morning when I read the front page of today's Metro, the lead story regarding Gov. Patrick's plan to tax alcohol, soda, and candy to help pull the state's budget out of the red. I don't particularly disagree with the measure, especially if it's saving the more necessary services of the state, but another part of me wishes that there would be an evenhanded reward. If there's going to be a "punishment" for eating junk, it seems there ought to be a "reward" for purchasing good things. I suppose the problem would be in judging what's good (and in what quantity), but still ... I wouldn't mind having an equal percentage of this tax taken off my salad purchase, for example.
And it's slowly built back up again, but every so often I remember one or two things that I've been missing yet unable to name.
Skinny Puppy (any); Faith and the Muse (any); Dead Can Dance (any); Days of the New - "Weapon & the Wound"; Пикник (any); Gabriel Fauré (any); Alien Sex Fiend (any)
Now my computer is little more than four years old; and, though there aren't any outward warning signs that I should expect disaster any time soon, I'm used to laptops dying on me at about this time in our relationship. Then again, my expectations are still coloured by my Dell experiences, none of them very good.
Yesterday crazy-C was asking me what I do to "maintain my weight." I was wondering what brought this on, and apparently she just joined Weight Watchers; but the thing is, I can't imagine C being another weight than what she is. It's a healthy weight and it seems to suit her. She rarely takes sick days, and, judging by the things she talks about, does a decent amount of physical activity. And, as long as I've known her, she does maintain her weight, neither gaining nor losing--at least, not in any way that has been obvious to the casual observer. So I wasn't really sure what she was looking for; furthermore, I've had some odd habits that I would never ever recommend to anyone else, and I don't believe that any sound advice I have would be something she's never heard before. Come to that, she's about twenty years older than I am. I don't know what sage advice she's expecting to get from me on the matter.
The conversation came back to me last night when I was warming the last three chocoatchip cookies in the microwave (irritatedly shoved it to the back of my mind, thank you very much).
And then it came to me again this morning when I read the front page of today's Metro, the lead story regarding Gov. Patrick's plan to tax alcohol, soda, and candy to help pull the state's budget out of the red. I don't particularly disagree with the measure, especially if it's saving the more necessary services of the state, but another part of me wishes that there would be an evenhanded reward. If there's going to be a "punishment" for eating junk, it seems there ought to be a "reward" for purchasing good things. I suppose the problem would be in judging what's good (and in what quantity), but still ... I wouldn't mind having an equal percentage of this tax taken off my salad purchase, for example.