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'm having weird troubles with my Maxtor 2.5 Gigabyte hard drive, the main IDE drive on my dream system. It's partitioned into two pieces, one 2 Gigabytes in size and one 500 Megabytes in size. The 500 Megabyte partition is frequently corrupted and has to be reformatted. It's not exactly a reliable place to store data. More troubling still, when I store lots of data to the smaller partition, the bigger partition sometimes experiences data corruption! Consequently, I can't use that extra 500 Megabytes at all. Has anyone ever heard of this kind of thing?
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fter a brief bath, I decided to head out on a search for a cheap video camera. I climbed on my bicycle and pedaled to the Downtown Mall through an irritating mist of tiny rain droplets. At Snooky's (the Downtown Mall pawn shop) I checked out the selection. Everything seemed just a bit too expensive there. The one camera in my price range was about $250, but it was all beat up and missing essentials such as a battery pack and a video hook-up unit. Oh well, maybe I should just get a new digital camera. They're cheaper, and the fact that they can't snag motion video really isn't much of a handicap. In the downtown Artspace, Jen Fariello was snapping pictures of her friend Ray and procrastinating setting up for Heliardo's show (he will have an opening tomorrow at 6pm). Heliardo (also spelled "Iliardo" by me in the past) is this 40 year old Portuguese guy who used to wash dishes at the old Rising Sun Bakery. He worked sporadically and inefficiently and could barely speak any English, and all I really understood about him was that he liked girls, both big and small. But he paints beautiful pictures. Often using an extremely muted palette and tiny pointillist brush strokes, he renders cubist scenes of objects and landscapes, seemingly enshrouded in shimmering fog.
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made a couple successful little Taurus-Rising-inspired missions into the UVA grounds and picked up some useful computer hardware. I kept running across people I knew everywhere I went. They all spoke of the fact that they never see me anymore. I know a lot of people in this town, the only difference is that I never see them anymore. Just appearing on the street, however, increases my social exposure a bit more than sitting at my computer behind a closed bedroom door.
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n the evening Matthew Hart, Angela and Deya were hanging out, and Matthew was expressing a shocking amount of cowardice. He said he and Angela wouldn't be at our party on Saturday, at least not at the beginning. The bihuman, he said, would be showing up "fashionably late" just in case no one came, a sort of hedging of social bets if you will. "Come on!" I said in disgust, "you can't do that!" I know their strangely unsettling co-dependent relationship is forever causing them to make antisocial decisions, but in a way this takes the cake. Where did they intend to be instead? Off in Philadelphia scoring some heroin? But my immediate negative reaction was enough to make Matthew conform to the thinking that should prevail, that we (the hosts) must all be here from beginning to end. Besides, as I pointed out, "There's lots of people coming." There's a fair interest being expressed by internet correspondents at least. Later they watched a videotape of Men in Black. The special effects were pretty impressive, but the acting wasn't especially good, and the plot was a mess in all the places where it wasn't completely predictable. And the humour was inane. Little was added to the well-explored American cinematic theme of white cop overlord/black cop understudy. Now my housemates are watching some especially unconvincing men's wrestling. Judging from the pain they seem to experience when their hair gets stomped, those guys must have have nerves in their mullets. Too bad I missed the Nancy Kerrigan / Tonya Harding interview on FOX. Yesterday I scanned some more of my paintings and I've been using them to ornament recent musings. It's very loud I know, but I like it anyway. Web design as it exists now could really use a good solid kick in the ass. While this page might look ridiculous, give me some credit. It's different. There's no me-too left navigation bar, none of that muted "I feel something profound and I need to say it to you with a refined European flair." | |