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I'm still working on the XML Reading List format. Last night I added the reading heading to the left. It grabs the short title of the books listed in this xml file based on the category. Soon, I'll generate links to amazon or others based on the isbn number. (for those books that I don't have proper links for.)

ev posted some halloween pictures. I wasn't there, but I helped with the sushi costumes. This picture of matt and this one of jake are my favorites. Matt is dressed up as ikura sushi. Unfortunately, I didn't get to wear the dragon roll costume. :(

latin phrase of the day: ad fontes - to the source!

and read the quote of the day here.

word of the day: bricolage - construction or something constructed by using whatever comes to hand.

On his site, Derek comments on weblogs: "Okay, mostly I just hate the hype. But it also saddens me that all these creative people are linking to things instead of making things." (click on 11-1-99)

Lots of us are linking to things and making things. A weblog is just the linking part. I'd also argue that having a voice through linking is better than no voice at all.

reports. It's all about reporting. "Did you get a copy of that report?" "Oh, I'll print out the report for you." "Just look at that report!" "I've got the final report right here." "Is it in the report?" "Excel ate my report." "Maybe we need more reporting." "Email the reports back to the reporters." "You better shred that report." "Plug it into the report." The word report looses meaning quickly if you say it too many times. "We're in control of our data, just look at the report!"

hrmph.

hmm...on second thought, how about Blowin' the Blues Away by Horace Silver. Now I can crank out some code! * snap * snap * snap *

Today's weather demands appropriate music: Coltrane Plays the Blues.

Now, if you want to link to a specifc day from this weblog, you just need to put it in the querystring. For example, 10/1/99. (This is only good for posts since I've been using blogger, after 9/2/99.) I'll improve the archive access soon.

glassdog: "Grabbing a clump of hair, inserting the blades around it and chopping it off at odd, angry angles was fun! Grab! Chop! Grab! Chop!" [thanks, meg]

I dig my haircutters. The minute I walk in the door, I can hear the electric clippers humming. I'm taken instantly to a chair. Each cutter has the subtlety of a steel worker mixed with the personal charm of a dominatrix.

her: what guard?
me: I think it's the longest one.
her: 8 or 4?
me: well, I'm not sure. what do you think?
her: it's your hair.
me: 4, I guess.

And before my butt has time to warm the chair, I'm outta there. No chit-chat. No exchange of pleasentries. Nada. Just a damn regular haircut.