Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
'am i wrong? (to hunger)' is my primary blog. i've had other blogs in the past, however they don't ever seem to last.
let me recap a few:
'lawn chairs in the garage' which was a blog written by gene and myself. we'd go back and forth rambling ramblings that were most likely to be rambled while sitting in lawn chairs, in the garage.
one blog was based on dictionary.com's word of the day. i'd make a quick rhyme each day with the word. this was an attempt to not only be creative, but also learn new words. the latter just didn't happen.
i blogged about the tech world in the engadget/gizmodo style, occasionally reviewing a product or two, only to share the same fate as the other non-/hunger blogs.
in my quest to constantly add blogs to my blogging repertoire, i've shifted focus to something that i've been doing even longer and more regularly than blogging here at /hunger, taking notes. i enjoy taking notes, and i look at this personality trait as one of the few "in my favor" quarks which i posses. at times i don't think i would have made it through the rigorous engineering curriculum if i wasn't a copious note taker.
not too long ago i was reviewing my notes with a co-worker, and they mentioned that i have some pretty crazy doodles in my notebook. to me they seemed normal, then again, i was the only person staring at them each day.
that conversation spawned a new blog idea titled 'doodles'. a link to doodles will be placed by my list of links on the right under my cool rotating portrait in a beanie (or you can hit it here).
each doodle is found on a page of notes i took. when i take notes, the first thing i do is write the date in the top right corner. hence i have backdated each post on /doodles. i'm almost done posting 2006.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
we hit up the lincoln tavern on saturday night. we all had a grand time. elsie brought the balloon pump and a fresh supply of balloons, michael brought his father-in-law's drinking shirt, and gemma wore the balloon hat with pride. i was the assistant to the balloon-er, and was forced to tie balloons till my fingers got numb.