what kind of a day is tuesday? [part i]

it's almost 11am on a tuesday. i've just finished a great breakfast sitting on the coffeeholic corner, swallowing the last of my antibiotics and feeling... pretty good. except for the heat - it's going to be hot today. tomorrow i celebrate exactly one year of freedom - a freedom that was harder won and even harder enjoyed than i ever expected. but things are good now, and in the grand scheme of things that didn't take very long at all. what is it about time, even short spans of it, that reduces sleepless nights and terror and sheer hopeless exhaustion into the distant memories of another being?

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sunday:

the bus that arrived was packed. really packed. there was pushing, and shoving, there were smells and looks, and some old lady got her hand crunched in the door in her desperation to be let on in spite of all evidence pointing to her not being able to enter physically.

is it just me? am i crazy? pg and i shouldered and sneaked and excused our way through to the back... which was empty. why do i feel like i'm living in the twilight zone?

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after class, i had it out with the guy who'd been arguing with me online. it upset me that someone possessed of such a wonderful grasp of language could completely disregard the power of words... i built up to the central argument with an explanation of my sources: i lived and studied with a few palestinians when i first arrived in israel, and it took a long time for me to *begin* to understand what they were telling me. our world-views are *completely* different, and as such we cannot compare ideologies nor interpret intents without bearing those innate differences in master narrative in the foreground.

for those who don't know what i'm talking about: good luck with that.

i almost felt bad for him as i slammed home what i'd been trying to say. unfortunately, i was pressed for time and he speaks very slowly, so once we'd gotten over the hump i took my leave with a promise to follow up. sometime.

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pg and i almost had a food fight in the cafeteria... then i took the bus to work. improvement no. 1: a desk and a chair. very important. my boss and i missioned to acquire coffee corner things, and we were astounded to discover that there is a self-service checkout, american style, in the supermarket. using it was quick, easy, and the promotional stuff is less annoying when it's a machine doing it.

it just proves how unnecessary clerks are.

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i began receiving praise for my mother's birthday poetry: it's nice to know i'm not the only person who thinks so highly of her :)

i spent the afternoon still tweaking and fighting with the basic stuff - the lack of compilation checks in web development is a bitch.

it's always nice to be thanked when alerting people to their petrol wastes.

i took the bus to university, getting quite a suntan on the way. have i mentioned that summer's here? it's here in force.

the lectures on marlowe were fun and intriguing, but the guy whose translation we were celebrating speaks quite slowly and we overran the student concentration span limit of 1.5 hours by at least twenty minutes... and it was still riveting. the second speaker is a sports announcer (or something to that effect), and i have never before been exposed to such rapid-fire high hebrew. i'm shocked that i managed to follow at all.

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i had a long chat with my mum while i made my way home, then caught up with loudcast. i tried to review it on itunes but the "review" button was simply unresponsive. so i'll write it here.

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the good: great streams and an excellent way to read them. it's comfortable and simple. the not-so-good: every switch between apps requires a restart. the twitter sharing would be superb if the login worked (it really is a well-thought out interface). the settings page needs a complete redesign, or to be scrapped - it doesn't appear to have any settings and there's no way to scroll...

the good far outweighs the bad, but i'd have to see those issues resolved before giving it the five stars it really wants.

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i spilled black coffee on my sandal, which kinda freaked pg out when i limped strangely in and straight to the shower so as not to dirty anything on the way... "i had an accident" was not the right thing to say :P

[post cut short on account of my being caught up in conversation with a fellow patron
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