-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Pretty sure that was the oddest dream I've ever had... just playing some non-sensical version of word association for what felt like the majority of the night. Obviously when I woke up I couldn't remember any of the words, or any possible themes there might have been in the unlikely even they existed at all.
Had to go to Jersey yesterday morning as, get this, svscan died on a client box. No idea how as djbware logs leave a fair amount to be desired, and I couldn't even get at console to check readproctitle ps output (damn thing wouldn't eat a keyboard). Anyway, it was a trivial fix, but it was definitely just another example of how sad ssh gets when DNS goes away. That was actually supposed to have been rectified months and months ago, but the registrar entries apparently never got changed. Sucks.
Bernie dropped me off at Drexel once we got out of Jersey. Started working on more cognition authentication stuff, and getting a glimmer of how the priv system is actually going to have to be more of a framework than anything else. Andrew and I went to Mad4Mex, where service was shockingly fast for once, and we talked mostly about media, as is typical. The rest of the day is a bit of a blur. Docs, notepad, some coding.
Andrew and I had our semi-traditional braindump once 1700 hit, and then I hopped a cab from 30th St. up to Mugshots to meet Michelle. Mugshots is across the street from Eastern State Penitentiary, which is this gothic castle given over to tourists and art installations.
Place is falling apart, but from the outside it's still an imposing edifice. It's rare that she and I get any face time where I can actually seem to manage to open my mouth, so we shot the shit for three hours or so, then walked back to her apartment. Explained my un-reasoning for my behavior Friday night. Said all I needed to say, I think, and it certainly wasn't much, but I can already tell it was enough. It's odd how you can go into a conversation knowing exactly how it's going to go, and still feel relief when you come out the other side.
Sometimes my brain gets stuck on something, and just won't let go. Emotions just go all Oroborus on me, and instead of dealing with them I mix alcohols and make myself blind, stupid and sick.
Insert just about any Everclear lyrics here.
Today I need to make some lists defining lists of things I need to do, because kids: don't work hard, work recursively, and keep it all as meta as possible.