Jennyhas tipped me off to whole food mar­kets. I’m really psy­ched about this dis­cover and I’m look­ing for­ward to a Wegman’s like experience.

I’m not going home for Thanks­giv­ing. Instead I’ll be here work­ing on research papers and trying to catch up on read­ing. The quar­ter will be over in a few short weeks and I have three finals to get through. I can sort of see the end and the end looks beautiful.

Oh, on a dif­fer­ent note, does anyone have any idea what I’m miss­ing in the CSS for this tem­plate that cre­ates these lines under­neath the post titles. I really want to get rid of them.

Ok, I was just get­ting up to leave when I real­ized that the person at the ter­mi­nal directly behind me, and in the path I must walk to get to the door, is lookin’ at nudie girl pic­tures. Ok, lets quickly disect the despa­ra­tion that some people reach. It’s friggin’ 7.30pm on a Sat­ur­day and you’re in a col­lege library com­puter area down­load­ing porn. What’s that spell? L-O-S-E-R.

Ok. Sign­ing off to go look over that guy’s shoulder… I mean go home and keep reading.

I really meant go home and keep reading.

Stop look­ing at me like that!

My computer’s in the shop. Unfor­tu­nately the shop is in Texas. The frig­gin tablet fea­ture died on me. Actu­ally its been dead for a few weeks. As in imme­di­ately after it got out of the shop the last time. To say this ticked me off would be an under­state­ment. From what I can tell from talk­ing with other Tablet PC owners, I guess I just got unlucky as Tablets seem to have a low fail­ure rate. Oh well. This was the week I could afford to lose it for.

checka it out titles that finally make sense.

The begin­ning of this week was really tough. I lost all per­spec­tive on things and had sunk into a bit of a depres­sion. I still liked the pro­gram, but I just felt like I couldn’t make it to the end of the quar­ter. It seemed like my per­for­mance was slip­ping. I wasn’t absorb­ing the read­ings and my last ethnog­ra­phy was a dis­as­ter. Or the later descrip­tion there was more than a bit of hyper­bole. Mediocre would be a better descrip­tion of my par­tic­i­pant obser­va­tion. Iron­i­cally I had made some good progress on my thesis. But all and all I was feel­ing l-o-w. I just wanted to come down, like some junkie cosmonaut… what hap­pened to Cracker anyway?

Finally I real­ized that what I needed was to take a night off and not feel bad about it. Up until that point, if I allowed myself to get dis­tracted from things I would get ticked at myself and not let go of that frus­tra­tion. I think that’s been my main prob­lem. So for the moment I’m beyond that. Last night I went home and cleaned and orga­nized my apart­ment. I feel so much better.

IRB

Sucks. Insti­tu­tional Review Board. Just because some med­ical researchers had to go off and con­duct immoral exper­i­ments on unwit­ting par­tic­i­pants, I need to get what feels like fif­teen bazil­lion releases before I can talk to some­one. Double that amount if the person is preg­nant. And its frus­trat­ing. I blame you for this food­goat (only one reader of this blog will get that inside reference).

A recent inter­vie­wee for a pos­si­ble thesis topic requested anonymity. Now I’m not sure how much, if at any, I’m able to talk about that inter­view. Ugghhh! And I really need to beat on the topic and the inter­view with people to decide if there is some­thing there. Grrrr.

well, I was touch­ing up the blog design, trying to come up with some­thing a little more hybrid. This could also be inter­preted as trying to dodge writ­ing up an ethnog­ra­phy that I’m strug­gling with.

Anyway, I get things to a point that I like them, and then pro­ceed to repub­lish not only my index, but my entire blog. And the worst part of all of this is I real­ize what I’ve done only when it’s too late to stop it. It’s a weird expe­ri­ence: watch­ing each page of the old design get turned over. Racing through my archive and look­ing at the old style of pages one moment. Then simply hit­ting the reload button and find­ing the new look in it’s place.

I man­aged to make a few screen cap­tures. But the old look, on any page you select, is history.

I guess its lib­er­at­ing as well. But I always liked aspects of the old design (though the CGI page load time sucked). Still, I feel like I just dig­i­tally remas­tered my past. Cre­ated a spe­cial edition.

I’m trying to type up and ethnog­ra­phy of a meal that I con­ducted last night. And it’s like pulling teeth. Grrr… this shouldn’t be so hard. The prob­lem is noth­ing really hap­pened. Which is to be expected as life isn’t always dra­matic. Argue­ably this is one of the many things that sparates jour­nal­ism from anthro­pol­ogy. How­ever, you still in the back of your mind hope for an “ah ha” moment where you reach some deep and resound­ing under­stand­ing of the uni­verse. That just didn’t happen.

As to where did we go for dinner? Check it out:

Chi­na­town! And it was really yummy. Unfor­tu­nately I can’t dis­close who went with me because of Insti­tu­tional Review Board issues. Because of releases I have to secure for my class I have to pro­tect their identities.

Speak­ing of iden­ti­ties, you might not rec­og­nize me. Since return­ing from my short trip to Roces­ter a few weeks ago I haven’t shaved. Heck folks are luck I’ve been show­er­ing with my cur­rent work load. So here is my cur­rent look. The beard is going bye-​bye tomor­row.

Scary huh?