Radio Free Europe
It's been a wild two weeks, kids. I regret that most of it is of such a salacious and prurient nature that it cannot be discussed here in a livejournal posting. If you really want to know, email me.
Monday I spent almost the entire day trying to acquire the Windows software for my phone. Since the January 14, 2004 hard drive crash that wiped out my notebook, I've not been able to back up the numbers and SMSes in my telephone (I used Windows 2003 on the new HD). I installed a Windows 98 setup Monday for audio production purposes, and decided to finally back up my phone -- after more than a year. My phone book has exploded to more than 170 numbers, all of which, are, oddly, important.
Unfortunately, I long threw out the CD-ROM that came with the phone. And Samsung removed the software from their website. Was I screwed? Probably. But my infinitely powarful google skillz led me to a german site where the file could actually be found. And now my numbers are safely stored away on both a CD-R and on the hard drive.
Monday night I had off, so I made dinner and watched 24 and had myself a grand old time.
Tuesday was a typical Tuesday: wake up at 8, make coffee, read three chapters and four journal articles, write a story (in this case, rewrite four stories), and get out the door by 1:00, sit in class for seven hours, then rush off to the Hangout. Dave and Ellen and I notched another top-ten performance that has pretty much become so commonplace as to be barely worth mentioning.
Wednesday, oh, wednesday. I was supposed to have my car at Eurotech at nine. That wasn't happening. Eurotech is over by the airport, actually in between the airport, Dale Mabry, and Hillsborough. I got it there at like 10:30 and the guy says, I dunno if we'll be able to get it done today. Well, fuck. I say, well, do what you can, and go off walking, my black leather attache bag over my shoulder.
I'd planned to walk over to International Plaza, having never been there and having wanted to go since I moved here. I was dressed up enough for it, knowing I probably wouldn't have the time to go home after picking up my car, so I was in a white oxford, plaid tie, navy sweater vest. Khakis, and the beat-up brown oxfords.
It's about a 3 1/2 mile walk from the shop to the mall. Along the way, I stopped to watch the Yankees practice for a while. It was as interesting as watching major league baseball players practice can be. After a while, I trudged to the mall. It was probably noon or 12:30 by the time I got there. There's this amazing outdoor part of the plaza that, for the first time in a long time, really felt like something DIFFERENT. Like Florida. Bay Street at IntlPlz has all these bar/restaurants and sushi places and coffee and a lot of trees and plants and gardens. It's a damn nifty place. I had a steak at Bar Louie and it was so-so. The cole slaw was good. I drank a few beers and read some magazines, then had coffee for a few hours.
I wandered around the mall, shopping for nothing in particular, but buying a bunch of crap at Bath & Body Works. Nail stuff, eye stuff, manly stuff. Seriously. I swear. Manly. I tried on a few suits even though I'm not shopping for them at all, and can't afford a new suit. Eventually, I had the concierge call me a cab (it's a fancy mall, man, they have concierges) and rode the cab to the airport. Around the time I was ready to rent a car, Eurotech called me and informed me my car was finished. So, I hailed another cab and headed back to the garage, picked up my car, and drove to Ybor City.
Since I got there about 5:45, I was able to take one of the better parking spots. I walked down to Centro Ybor and ate a dinner of beer and chicken wings at (I can't remember the name of the place; I call it R.P. McMurphy's but I think it's called M.J. Barleycorn's or something)... in any case, I drank my beers then walked to class, administered a midterm, then drove up to the Hangout. I gave Sarah a call but she was asleep, and I woke her up. Oops.
Around 10:30 or so I headed into the karaoke room, but there was no large-chested woman to be found like last week. I sang Moondance and Take Me Home, Country Roads and talked to Kimmie and Becky. I felt good, but it really was a pretty straightforward evening.
I guess the best part of the day was walking around the fancy mall and being treated like a fancy person. I'm not, but it's nice to be treated that way.
Monday I spent almost the entire day trying to acquire the Windows software for my phone. Since the January 14, 2004 hard drive crash that wiped out my notebook, I've not been able to back up the numbers and SMSes in my telephone (I used Windows 2003 on the new HD). I installed a Windows 98 setup Monday for audio production purposes, and decided to finally back up my phone -- after more than a year. My phone book has exploded to more than 170 numbers, all of which, are, oddly, important.
Unfortunately, I long threw out the CD-ROM that came with the phone. And Samsung removed the software from their website. Was I screwed? Probably. But my infinitely powarful google skillz led me to a german site where the file could actually be found. And now my numbers are safely stored away on both a CD-R and on the hard drive.
Monday night I had off, so I made dinner and watched 24 and had myself a grand old time.
Tuesday was a typical Tuesday: wake up at 8, make coffee, read three chapters and four journal articles, write a story (in this case, rewrite four stories), and get out the door by 1:00, sit in class for seven hours, then rush off to the Hangout. Dave and Ellen and I notched another top-ten performance that has pretty much become so commonplace as to be barely worth mentioning.
Wednesday, oh, wednesday. I was supposed to have my car at Eurotech at nine. That wasn't happening. Eurotech is over by the airport, actually in between the airport, Dale Mabry, and Hillsborough. I got it there at like 10:30 and the guy says, I dunno if we'll be able to get it done today. Well, fuck. I say, well, do what you can, and go off walking, my black leather attache bag over my shoulder.
I'd planned to walk over to International Plaza, having never been there and having wanted to go since I moved here. I was dressed up enough for it, knowing I probably wouldn't have the time to go home after picking up my car, so I was in a white oxford, plaid tie, navy sweater vest. Khakis, and the beat-up brown oxfords.
It's about a 3 1/2 mile walk from the shop to the mall. Along the way, I stopped to watch the Yankees practice for a while. It was as interesting as watching major league baseball players practice can be. After a while, I trudged to the mall. It was probably noon or 12:30 by the time I got there. There's this amazing outdoor part of the plaza that, for the first time in a long time, really felt like something DIFFERENT. Like Florida. Bay Street at IntlPlz has all these bar/restaurants and sushi places and coffee and a lot of trees and plants and gardens. It's a damn nifty place. I had a steak at Bar Louie and it was so-so. The cole slaw was good. I drank a few beers and read some magazines, then had coffee for a few hours.
I wandered around the mall, shopping for nothing in particular, but buying a bunch of crap at Bath & Body Works. Nail stuff, eye stuff, manly stuff. Seriously. I swear. Manly. I tried on a few suits even though I'm not shopping for them at all, and can't afford a new suit. Eventually, I had the concierge call me a cab (it's a fancy mall, man, they have concierges) and rode the cab to the airport. Around the time I was ready to rent a car, Eurotech called me and informed me my car was finished. So, I hailed another cab and headed back to the garage, picked up my car, and drove to Ybor City.
Since I got there about 5:45, I was able to take one of the better parking spots. I walked down to Centro Ybor and ate a dinner of beer and chicken wings at (I can't remember the name of the place; I call it R.P. McMurphy's but I think it's called M.J. Barleycorn's or something)... in any case, I drank my beers then walked to class, administered a midterm, then drove up to the Hangout. I gave Sarah a call but she was asleep, and I woke her up. Oops.
Around 10:30 or so I headed into the karaoke room, but there was no large-chested woman to be found like last week. I sang Moondance and Take Me Home, Country Roads and talked to Kimmie and Becky. I felt good, but it really was a pretty straightforward evening.
I guess the best part of the day was walking around the fancy mall and being treated like a fancy person. I'm not, but it's nice to be treated that way.
