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Today I got a little further than halfway through Mac OS X: The Missing Manual, taking notes furiously the whole way. God rain blessings upon PocketNotes for making that possible. While I got annoyed at discovering its incapability to export text, and its interface is a bit rougher around the edges than I'd like, it's still the best outliner I've found for this OS.
Replied to mail about my ISBN webservice thing and ComicsML.
I've spent the most recent three hours or so sorting out finances. Wrote many checks, web-paid many parking tickets, sent out some PayPal funds and sent out email regarding a precious few debts owed to me. Things are not as bad as I feared, and things are still not very good. I will survive, but I do start to have doubt about this whole moving-again-in-June idea. As Noah pointed out recently, none of us have full-time jobs, which makes one wonder how we expect to scrape together the capital to move to any of the neighborhoods we're eyeing. (Davis Square, ideally.)
Chez Chestnut will dissolve soon no matter what happens, though; Charles and SO Leslee want a place of their own as soon as they can manage, so they'll be leaving in September if Carla and I don't wander out before then.
I didn't realize until this past week what a steal our rent is, here; it's apparently comparable to some studio apartments. So Carla, who also receives income in freelancey fits and starrts, would rather not be the one to leave, and I start to wonder if maybe, given everything, I should feel the same.
Yesterday I was surprised to find myself having a mature and honest discussion with my mother about relationships, grown-up to grown-up. What causes my parents to sometimes see me as such, and sometimes see me as a nonautonomous child? Well, anyway. It was a good thing. Mom displayed more insight and wisdom than I would have expected... hrm. Then again, by the sounds of it, she is making a career recently of gently helping my two brothers through their own rocky relationships.
Do you recall how, last month, I cleaned a pile of paper off the dining room table and found a piece of individually-wrapped chocolate underneath it? Yesterday I cleaned off the entire table, and found, when I was nearly done, that one of the items contributing to the mess was, in fact, an entire box of chocolates. Granted, it had only four pieces left in it, all quite stale, and three had bites in them (later positively identified as belonging to Carla), but still. It gives one pause.
I love OmniDictionary. Everyone who uses OS X should use this; it's a wonderful use of the 'Services' menu, which I'm only recently starting to appreciate. After installing it, you can select any word in any application, and, with a keystroke, OmniDictionary grabs that word's definition from the Internet, and displays it. Yay.
Replied to mail about my ISBN webservice thing and ComicsML.
I've spent the most recent three hours or so sorting out finances. Wrote many checks, web-paid many parking tickets, sent out some PayPal funds and sent out email regarding a precious few debts owed to me. Things are not as bad as I feared, and things are still not very good. I will survive, but I do start to have doubt about this whole moving-again-in-June idea. As Noah pointed out recently, none of us have full-time jobs, which makes one wonder how we expect to scrape together the capital to move to any of the neighborhoods we're eyeing. (Davis Square, ideally.)
Chez Chestnut will dissolve soon no matter what happens, though; Charles and SO Leslee want a place of their own as soon as they can manage, so they'll be leaving in September if Carla and I don't wander out before then.
I didn't realize until this past week what a steal our rent is, here; it's apparently comparable to some studio apartments. So Carla, who also receives income in freelancey fits and starrts, would rather not be the one to leave, and I start to wonder if maybe, given everything, I should feel the same.
Yesterday I was surprised to find myself having a mature and honest discussion with my mother about relationships, grown-up to grown-up. What causes my parents to sometimes see me as such, and sometimes see me as a nonautonomous child? Well, anyway. It was a good thing. Mom displayed more insight and wisdom than I would have expected... hrm. Then again, by the sounds of it, she is making a career recently of gently helping my two brothers through their own rocky relationships.
Do you recall how, last month, I cleaned a pile of paper off the dining room table and found a piece of individually-wrapped chocolate underneath it? Yesterday I cleaned off the entire table, and found, when I was nearly done, that one of the items contributing to the mess was, in fact, an entire box of chocolates. Granted, it had only four pieces left in it, all quite stale, and three had bites in them (later positively identified as belonging to Carla), but still. It gives one pause.
I love OmniDictionary. Everyone who uses OS X should use this; it's a wonderful use of the 'Services' menu, which I'm only recently starting to appreciate. After installing it, you can select any word in any application, and, with a keystroke, OmniDictionary grabs that word's definition from the Internet, and displays it. Yay.