Also, w00t, Philip Glass tomorrow night.

Ooh, that reminds me, I haven’t watched Koyaanisqatsi on my HDTV yet…

You’re right, and I hate to hear this. A blood infection is what killed my father, and I didn’t even know until this happened that it was even possible to get a blood infection. I don’t know how this can be treated, if at all, but I am hoping things turn around for her.

One of my friends was hit by a car some time ago, while riding in the bike lane, and went into a coma.

It is concluded as of yesterday that he will not awaken from his vegetative state.

He was twenty.

Would offering a toast at my game nights to absent companions be somehow out of line? I kind of feel like it would be appropriate, since it’s our mutual social circle.

You could make him (or his character) an NPC.

That’s awful, Aaron! I’m so sorry to hear that. I think a toast would be a fine idea, preferably a toast of his favorite tipple.

Not to change the subject, but is this Facebook thing actually worth using? I’ve resisted signing up to this point, but I’m looking to reconnect with some folks, and that’s one of the few common communications channels available. If I sign up, can I make my profile private, so I don’t have to deal with the politics of who I’ve ā€œfriendedā€ and who I haven’t? And can I still decline to use ā€œfriendā€ as a verb?

You control what you see and what others see on Facebook. If you only want Facebook friends to be able to see stuff about you, you can set it up that way. You can even set it up that way for specific Facebook friends. You can also assign Facebook friends to groups (close friends, family, losers, or whatever you want), and set what people can see and do for that entire group.

If you have a ā€œfriendā€ that posts a lot of stupid shit, you can hide everything they post and limit what they can comment on on your pages, or you can just unfriend them.

Okay. I guess it’s about time I got with the program, then…

I’m just feeling a bit isolated, and figure trying to rekindle some old friendships, even if only digitally, will help that.

The privacy controls are kind of a pain in the ass to set up, but they have a nice feature where you can see what your profile looks like to another person so you can fine tune it.

No time to worry about privacy controls; it’s time to start reminding people that I’m still around. I can think of at least a half-dozen I’d love to reestablish contact with.

Also, man, Philip Glass is only going to play for, like, an hour. That seems like a pretty steep price for the ticket, then, on a per-hour basis. But there will at least be a Q&A session afterward.

Ugh, I’m sorry. I don’t think a toast would be out of line if given respectfully.

So, as I was making my breakfast this morning (steak and eggs), for some reason my mind turned to that old Shangri-Las song, ā€œThe Leader of the Pack.ā€

And I got to wondering, What the hell kind of bad-ass outlaw biker dude hangs around a candy store? And just what kind of girl does he expect to find there, anyway? This Jimmy guy sounds a little shady.

Unless ā€œcandy storeā€ is coded language for ā€œopium den,ā€ or something.

The song ā€œYou Don’t Own Meā€ by Leslie Gore is a great song, but the era in which it was released (1950s), makes me think it’s less the product of legitimate early feminism and more a record producer saying ā€œThis outta make the broads happyā€.

It turns out a university education does help with things.

I took an introductory/manager’s guide to Object Orientation and software design when I was in third year. In my quest to learn programming it turns out I remember what I learned and the book’s explanations make sense to me.

Working in a medical lab can be so convenient. Like when a co-worker asks me to take some blood from her to run through one of our analysers to determine if she is pregnant.

Sweet. While my seat for the Philip Glass performance were way out on the wing, in the 17th row, my seat for the Q&A session that followed was literally eight feet away from him.

Great show, albeit too short, though he did sign my ticket for me, so that makes up for the brevity a bit. Metamorphoses II-IV were particularly enrapturing.

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I have a whole text file of spam like that, collected from various email[s] I’ve received. I’ve long considered buying a pair of bongos and reciting them them at open mic night at the coffee shop.

I once thought that was a good idea, and then I foolishly accepted friend requests from high-school classmates. That meant I could no longer pretend to be dead at class reunion time.:)

I sort of rebooted my Facebook account a while back and unfriended almost everyone, including and especially my high school classmates.

Yeah, but this would only be a few select people.