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An interesting article about David Sedaris at Chicklit.

I feel dumb for not remembering where, exactly, but at least twice in the last week, (I think once was in this month’s Wired) I’ve read articles about individuals making technology predictions. In both instances, the individuals were referred to as futurists.

Well, along about 2 years ago, I was calling what I wanted to be when I grew up a futurist. I wanted to be the one making these spectacular predictions about the future! (And then I wanted to write novels based on those predictions, which I still want to do, but that’s for another blog entry.) The point is, I found a webpage about the futurist movement. When you call someone a futurist, by dictionary definition (one of them) you’re calling them an adherent of that movement. Unless you’re a racist, chances are you do not want to be associated with that movement. I stopped calling myself a futurist.

Consider this a segue. (But not a segway.)

I’ve been reading Steven Johnson’s blog this last week, and he linked to two different future-predicting articles today. Connectland got me all worked up about seamless technology and transparent UI. I’m a sucker for that transparent tech argument. I can’t wait until all that’s left is to think about what I want to do, rather than how I want/have to do it. The other one was Doug Miller’s blog post about his library of the future. It made me want to buy a palm or something, just to read e-books! The point is, I now have two new blogs to read regularly.

I’ve managed to dress the same as two other co-workers today, so at our boss’s insistence, we took pictures. Of course, even if I had access to these pictures, no way in hell would I post them.

The office is being shaped-up (read thrown into disarray) due to impending visits from big clients. For some reason, this involved shuffling everyone’s seating arrangements. My new cube has a window that faces south (instead of east) and now I can’t leave the blinds open without squinting. Oh yeah, and they’re also incapable of moving my phone, so now it’s the only thing at my old desk, and I go over there every few hours to see if anyone has called me. (ETA on the phone move is Friday. :P)

At a co-worker’s recommendation, I’m listening to The Pizza Tapes, which is the last recording session with Gerry Garcia. It’s pretty good folk, actually. Not really what I expected, but then I was pretty open to whatever. (I’m not a big fan.) Believe it or not, I needed a break from Lali Puna. (six tracks later, I think my break is nearly up — this is a long cd.)

I won tix to see the new Bond movie tonight. Nobody really seems to trust my taste in movies but me, so I’m not promising to post a review or anything, just stating the fact. (or e-babbling.)

One of my favorite words is Flibbertigibbet. I’ve particularly admired it since I first saw it used in the movie Joe vs the Volcano. I don’t know what this has to do with anything, but if I were a female, and I could verb the word, I’d be flibbertigibbetting right now.

One mouse to eat the poison. One mouse to die then. One mouse to smell behind the wall… and in the kitchen gag them.

Nate bought the new Fellowship of the Ring DVD, so I’m all in dramatic fantasy mode… I’ve also had a few too many cups of Bailey’s, and now that I think of it, this may be my first snuckered blog post…

Last time the mouse was dead behind the refrigerator. Nate and I have already moved said refrigerator, and not found the damn thing. It smells. Hopefully we’ll find the carcas before the party next week, otherwise, we’ll be investing in some kind of incense… I just hope it’s strong enough.

Last night was the new Harry Potter & the Chamber of Secrets movie, midnight at the MOA. I thought it was good, but it seemed to aim at a bit younger audience than the previous one. There were a bunch of girls actually dressed up in Hogwarts robes, which I thought was awesome, but otherwise, less festivity than the midnight showing of the first one. I didn’t see any reporters until after the movie was out.

On the way home, we talked about how slow the characters talked in some scenes, which is contrary to this article about how sitcoms are increasing word-per-minute rates because it’s thought to appeal to a younger audience. (Link courtesy of Seth, who was in the car for the discussion.)

In cubeland news, someone higher up has decided that because there are clients visiting next week, our cubes should be mixed and matched, shuffled like a deck of cards, and somehow (inextricably) cleaned at the same time. No big deal, I guess, but I have work to do, and packing things up, moving 20 feet and unpacking again is going to cut into that valuable billable time. Damn the fates and their lack of administrative prowess! Why couldn’t we do this last week, when I was able to read blogs 90 percent of the time?

There are blogs and then there are blogs. Neal Pollack comes to mind, but he is not the only one. Not the only REAL writer infiltrating this wasp’s nest of pathetically ill-equipped amateurs pretending to be literary somebodies.

Actually, what really comes to mind when I read this great stuff, is all the other great stuff that has suddenly disappeared. How much blogging is actually already lost? Sure, some of it is garbage, some of it we could do without, really, but how much GOOD, clean, courageous writing is pixel-dust, swept under the rug and gone, lost to unpaid hosting fees, or neglect, or disinterest? (I had to delete black robot from my blogs link because it’s been gone for some time now… I can’t remember what it was like, or why I liked it, but I must have at least once thought it was good, or funny, or something.)

I got my copy of Jeff Noon’s newly released book yesterday. I’m on page 24, even though I actually stayed up to read (the book that is Nate’s Christmas present) until 2 AM instead. I’m almost done with that (book that is Nate’s Christmas present), so I’ll probably start Noon’s book in earnest tonight, or tomorrow at the latest. I have so much to read, and so little time.

In other news: I’m having a housewarming party.

I know, I moved into my house months ago. It’s true. We are slackers extraordinaire. If you read this, and were not invited for some strange reason, send me an email, and I’ll add you to the evite. I love evite, BTW.

Now I must grease the cogs, and begin to turn the crank.

Bush lies.

Tonight I saw one of the best concerts I’ve ever seen. I got chills about 30 seconds into the first song, and it just kept building, crescendo after crescendo. Sigur Ros was amazing.

Laura and I got to the theater about when I thought the show was going to start (6:30), hoping they still had tickets left. We could hear the sound check through the door. The doors opened at 7:30. We purchased our tickets and walked through the skyways to find a mediocre dinner in City Center.

When we returned, turns out we had slightly better seats than the friend who got free tix from radio k, and considerably better tix than the friend who had purchased tickets as soon as he heard they were coming (months ago). I felt kinda bad about that, but the place did fill up just before Sigur Ros took the stage, so I’ll bet laura and I got some cancelations or something.

I found myself thinking at one point that Sigur Ros has a lot in common with Pink Floyd. I’d never made that connection before, but I think there’s something simmilar about them, a feel, a slowness, intensity, I don’t know yet. Maybe if it comes to me I’ll let you know.

I took some pictures, (actually, more after and before the show than durring), and I was thinking about uploading one or two, but it’s so much work to get them all ready to post and stuff. I really need a new digital camera before a photo blog becomes at all practical.

mood: listless

currently reading: Creating Applications with Mozilla

read till 2AM last night: the book that is Nate’s christmas present

listening to: Radio k’s webfeed

next band I’ll search for on winMX: add n to x

favorite blog entry read today: Old girlfriend from Deeply Shallow

new favorite skin for mozilla: GreyModern

Silk, our favorite brand of soy milk, now comes in a Chai flavor. Every bit as tasty as getting a chai down at the local coffee shop, for some reason going to the frigerator and pouring myself a glass from the carton is imensely satisfying. I had another one of those “I own a house.” moments just now as I got done playing my video game, poured myself a glass, and prepared for bed.

Damn it feels good to be me.

…now if only I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow.