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href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2782</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheLastRefugeOfThePersecutedCrackSmoker" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-3033184626437918326</id><published>2009-11-10T16:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:05:49.085-06:00</updated><title type="text">they fuck you up...</title><content type="html">i saw this poem posted in &lt;a href="http://cf-hardcore.livejournal.com/"&gt;childfree hardcore&lt;/a&gt; today, and it put a knowing smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Be the Verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BY PHILIP LARKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fuck you up, your mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;They may not mean to, but they do.&lt;br /&gt;They fill you with the faults they had&lt;br /&gt;And add some extra, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they were fucked up in their turn&lt;br /&gt;By fools in old-style hats and coats,&lt;br /&gt;Who half the time were soppy-stern&lt;br /&gt;And half at one another’s throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man hands on misery to man.&lt;br /&gt;It deepens like a coastal shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Get out as early as you can,&lt;br /&gt;And don’t have any kids yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, for one, know i won't be passing my misery or screwed-up-ness to any kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-3033184626437918326?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/3033184626437918326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=3033184626437918326" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3033184626437918326" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3033184626437918326" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-fuck-you-up.html" title="they fuck you up..." /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-3178259169687256935</id><published>2009-11-08T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:04:06.680-06:00</updated><title type="text">i can haz RAM?</title><content type="html">despite hemming and hawing for the last two years or so that my law school laptop was on its last legs, and that i wasn't going to pay to upgrade the RAM or do anything else to it, it has become pretty clear that this box is my primary computer, and will be for some time.  despite some cosmetic damage...some cracks in the case, the super-glued-on space bar, it still runs pretty nicely, especially with xubuntu on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, i finally caved.  i maxed out the RAM on my cranky old laptop--going from a paltry 512 megs to a slightly respectable 2 gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that got me to do it was the fact that i'm planning on working through &lt;a href="http://www.offensive-security.com/metasploit-unleashed/"&gt;metasploit unleashed&lt;/a&gt; soon, and that requires running vulnerable VMs on your computer in order to exploit them.  i realised that there was no way i'd be able to run both a base OS and a VM with only 512 megs of RAM.  that wasn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that rather practical consideration, though, it's really, really nice not to have the computer slow down to molasses speed if i had both firefox and a video or music player running.  between the fact that i have four times the RAM i had this morning and the fact that i'm still running xubuntu (and not something more bloated), my old box is zipping along better than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously should have done this years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-3178259169687256935?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/3178259169687256935/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=3178259169687256935" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3178259169687256935" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3178259169687256935" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-haz-ram.html" title="i can haz RAM?" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-4317837415624272781</id><published>2009-10-30T00:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:22:53.281-05:00</updated><title type="text">if you still care, don't ever let me know</title><content type="html">it has been a couple of months since i heard a new song that grabbed me and shook me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard "snuff" by slipknot for the first time today, and it was exactly what i needed.  i was pretty shocked when i found out it was slipknot, since most of their stuff really doesn't do it for me, but this one just gives me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/608wTeq98EI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/608wTeq98EI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury all your secrets in my skin&lt;br /&gt;come away with innocence&lt;br /&gt;and leave me with my sins&lt;br /&gt;the air around me still feels like a cage&lt;br /&gt;and love is just a camouflage&lt;br /&gt;for what resembles rage again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you love me let me go&lt;br /&gt;and run away before i know&lt;br /&gt;my heart is just too dark to care&lt;br /&gt;i cant destroy what isn't there&lt;br /&gt;deliver me into my fate&lt;br /&gt;if i'm alone i cannot hate&lt;br /&gt;i don't deserve to have you&lt;br /&gt;my smile was taken long ago&lt;br /&gt;if i can change i hope i never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still press your letters to my lips&lt;br /&gt;and cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't face a life without your light&lt;br /&gt;but all of that was ripped apart...&lt;br /&gt;when you refused to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so save your breath i will not hear&lt;br /&gt;i think i made it very clear&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't hate enough to love&lt;br /&gt;is that supposed to be enough?&lt;br /&gt;i only wish you weren't my friend&lt;br /&gt;then i could hurt you in the end&lt;br /&gt;i never claimed to be a saint&lt;br /&gt;my own was banished long ago&lt;br /&gt;it took the death of hope to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so break yourself against my stones&lt;br /&gt;and spit your pity in my soul&lt;br /&gt;you never needed any help&lt;br /&gt;you sold me out to save yourself&lt;br /&gt;and i wont listen to your shame&lt;br /&gt;you ran away you're all the same&lt;br /&gt;angels lie to keep control&lt;br /&gt;my love was punished long ago&lt;br /&gt;if you still care don't ever let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you still care don't ever let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-4317837415624272781?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/4317837415624272781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=4317837415624272781" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4317837415624272781" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4317837415624272781" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-still-care-dont-ever-let-me-know.html" title="if you still care, don't ever let me know" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-2383096788082878362</id><published>2009-10-18T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:41:17.509-05:00</updated><title type="text">:P</title><content type="html">(warning: whiny, cryptic rant ahead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling really weird, really off, these last few days.  i know in my head what i want and need to get done, but nothing's coming.  i'm going through a time of banging my head against a wall repeatedly.  there's no real reason why i can't get past that wall...i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm scared of change.  maybe i'm scared to fail.  maybe i've convinced myself so well that anything i could possibly do would be a disappointment that some switch has flipped in my brain to tell myself that it's better not to even try, and therefore let people continue to think i might be able to do something that i'm convinced there's no way i'll actually be able to wrap my head around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-2383096788082878362?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/2383096788082878362/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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ipod smokes crack rocks.</title><content type="html">i'm at the &lt;a href="http://www.pumpingstationone.org"&gt;hackerspace&lt;/a&gt; reading through some 501(c)(3) documentation.  a couple of other people are here.  my iPod is playing over the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it played "through the fire and flames" by dragonforce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..followed by "i want it that way" by the backstreet boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the other guys here didn't realise what a weirdo i was, they sure know now.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-7286061811162866775?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/7286061811162866775/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-4842057034983885200</id><published>2009-10-04T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:21:01.418-05:00</updated><title type="text">ad fail</title><content type="html">i saw an extremely infuriating ad for Chicago Public Schools this afternoon on the #152 bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was part of their "Just Go! to school" campaign, and the point of the ad is that if you went to school and graduated, you could grow up to be like the people on the ad.  it had pictures of four people, with their occupation, their name, and name of the Chicago public high school from which they graduated.  one of them was a journalist and television news anchor, one was a singer, one was an Olympic athlete and business owner, and one was an attorney and nonprofit director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journalist and news anchor was listed as such.  the singer was listed as such.  the athlete and entrepreneur was listed as such.  the attorney and nonprofit director was not listed as such, but rather listed as First Lady of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that drives me crazy.  i'm not trying to allege that it's not pretty cool to be the First Lady.  however, the point is that you are supposed to finish school in order to give yourself the tools to build an interesting career for yourself.  i'm not trying to discount any role Michelle Obama had in helping to get Barack Obama elected.  she's a well-spoken public figure, and an asset to the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, listing her career as "First Lady" implies that the reason that she's worth holding up as an example is that she's married to the president.  this is simply not true.  it trivializes the fact that she had a successful career as an attorney, in the mayor's office, with nonprofits in town, and with the University of Chicago.  she did enough interesting stuff on her own to merit holding up as an example of how education can take you down a good path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you get right down to it, you're more likely to meet someone of potentially presidential calibre if you stay in school and go to college and run in circles where the talented and the powerful run.  but, i don't reckon that's the message that Chicago Public Schools wants to disseminate: "stay in school and get a really sweet MRS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, this ad slighted both the achievements of Michelle Obama and the value of staying in school in one fell swoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-4842057034983885200?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/4842057034983885200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=4842057034983885200" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4842057034983885200" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4842057034983885200" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/10/ad-fail.html" title="ad fail" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-888285284843711151</id><published>2009-10-04T14:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:11:25.970-05:00</updated><title type="text">twitter done right</title><content type="html">some tweets are good enough to re-tweet.  few tweets are &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DougCoupland/status/4608861712"&gt;good enough to blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night's sweater smells this morning like the ghost of 118 hugs. All perfumes cancel themselves out and smell like a 747's bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, Douglas Coupland.  you really are my favourite living author.  not only are your books awesome, but sometimes you manage to weave something beautiful into a tweet.  the image of "the ghost of 118 hugs" is something i doubt i'll ever forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-888285284843711151?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/888285284843711151/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=888285284843711151" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/888285284843711151" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/888285284843711151" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/10/twitter-done-right.html" title="twitter done right" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-3253622793194023914</id><published>2009-10-01T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:19:35.836-05:00</updated><title type="text">i love seether.</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqV2m4XhyUk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqV2m4XhyUk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-3253622793194023914?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/3253622793194023914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=3253622793194023914" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3253622793194023914" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3253622793194023914" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-seether.html" title="i love seether." /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-4616237314643315701</id><published>2009-09-27T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:47:59.326-05:00</updated><title type="text">ohai</title><content type="html">it's been a while, i know.  it seems the more that's going on in my life, the less i have to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend, i've been chilling out in DC.  in fact, i'm still there...i leave tomorrow, early afternoon.  it has been an amazing weekend so far.  there was an informal hacker meetup (BeaveCon, if you will...) that materialised because a bunch of people happened to be in town for various things on this weekend.  so, of course, that led to people who were going to be there convincing their friends to come, who in turn convinced other friends to come down...which mushroomed into a heck of a party on friday night.  it was really nice to hang out with people who i don't normally see except at hacker cons, but in a casual environment free from the stresses or insanity of actually having a con going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of hacker meetups, is there anyone who lives in Chicago (or will be coming through Chicago this coming Friday) who wants to come to a hacker happy hour on Friday night?  if so, it's your lucky day, and you should email or comment me so i can let you know the details.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-4616237314643315701?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/4616237314643315701/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=4616237314643315701" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4616237314643315701" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4616237314643315701" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohai.html" title="ohai" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-8801223621998893713</id><published>2009-09-16T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:36:57.999-05:00</updated><title type="text">i'mma let you finish...</title><content type="html">from &lt;a href="http://kanyewestdouchebag.com/blog/kanye-west-lol-pictures"&gt;kanye west douchebag&lt;/a&gt;, i present the first one of these crazy lolkanyes that have been taking over the internet that has actually made me laugh hysterically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kanyewestdouchebag.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/1252980446791.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?  i'm a sucker for Lamarck references...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-8801223621998893713?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/8801223621998893713/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=8801223621998893713" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/8801223621998893713" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/8801223621998893713" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/09/imma-let-you-finish.html" title="i'mma let you finish..." /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-8512550580265691745</id><published>2009-09-14T00:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:25:10.438-05:00</updated><title type="text">pride</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://itswhatiam.livejournal.com"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt; takes people who couch their gay-bashing in religious terms to task wonderfully here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/46tSWckowag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/46tSWckowag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-8512550580265691745?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/8512550580265691745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=8512550580265691745" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/8512550580265691745" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/8512550580265691745" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/09/pride.html" title="pride" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-8106978126964095335</id><published>2009-09-11T09:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:17:00.112-05:00</updated><title type="text">a year</title><content type="html">it was just over a year ago when i started my job at the law firm...september 8, 2008.  it feels like that was longer ago than that.  all the events of the summer of 2008 seem so far away, really:  finishing law school, studying for the bar, taking the bar, starting the job with the law firm.  the idea of having spent large swaths of my week in an office instead of at pumping station: one (which didn't even exist at the time...) feels absurd.  it feels like last summer was another person's life, or at least some other life i lived before this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, i thought that a hackerspace was a temporary installation at a convention where people could meet up to tinker with hardware.  now, i know that they are interdisciplinary, creative, and persistent communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, i thought it was healthy for there to be no overlap whatsoever between my career and my interests outside of work.  now, i know that any career that doesn't tie into interests i have outside of work will be an extremely poor fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, i thought it was a good thing that there was a complete disconnect between who i was at work and who i was outside of it.  now, i know that i'm not suited to live that lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a year ago, i thought that i would make my career practicing law.  now, i know i won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-8106978126964095335?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/8106978126964095335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=8106978126964095335" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/8106978126964095335" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/8106978126964095335" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-was-just-over-year-ago-when-i.html" title="a year" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-9027944078724468813</id><published>2009-09-08T23:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:16:09.326-05:00</updated><title type="text">summer songs</title><content type="html">i posted today on my twitter feed, asking everyone what song reminded them of the summer of 2009.  it's weird...i don't usually have songs that remind me of any other seasons, per se, but every single year i have a summer song.  my summer songs are never the bubblegum stuff associated with the term "summer song"...since i really don't listen to anything all that bouncy, i think only two of these (1998 and 2007) even come close to the traditional idea of a summer song.  sometimes the song was released that year, sometimes it wasn't.  but, every year since i started listening to a lot of music, i can think back to that summer and always hear one specific song playing in my head as the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1997:  "The Freshmen" by The Verve Pipe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1998:  "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1999:  "She Has Faces" by The Verve Pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2000:  "Sick Of It All" by Finger Eleven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2001:  "No One" by Cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2002:  "Fine Again" by Seether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2003:  "Caught In The Rain" by Revis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2004:  "The Nurse With Amnesia" by Shades of Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2005:  "Time To Waste" by Alkaline Trio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2006:  "Cold (But I'm Still Here)" by Evans Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2007:  "It's The End Of The Western" by Wesley Willis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2008:  "Got It Made" by Seether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2009:  "Tonight Is The Night I Fell Asleep At The Wheel" by Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i should really make a playlist of these songs, as a kind of mental wayback machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-9027944078724468813?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/9027944078724468813/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=9027944078724468813" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/9027944078724468813" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/9027944078724468813" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-songs.html" title="summer songs" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-3390653450244912106</id><published>2009-09-06T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:55:34.033-05:00</updated><title type="text">thoughts</title><content type="html">i just pulled out a very tangible reminder of the double life i used to lead:  a little plastic business card case.  one side, the side with the clear cover, was full of my business cards from the law firm.  the other side, the side with the opaque black plastic cover, was full of my chicago flag business cards with my personal e-mail address and website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad that's not my life anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-3390653450244912106?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/3390653450244912106/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=3390653450244912106" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3390653450244912106" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3390653450244912106" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughts.html" title="thoughts" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-4300959269886264666</id><published>2009-09-05T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:24:27.814-05:00</updated><title type="text">unlike games, it has a real computer keyboard!</title><content type="html">it's william shatner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advertising the commodore vic-20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can think of few geekier advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUEI7mm8M7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUEI7mm8M7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-4300959269886264666?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/4300959269886264666/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=4300959269886264666" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4300959269886264666" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4300959269886264666" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/09/unlike-games-it-has-real-computer.html" title="unlike games, it has a real computer keyboard!" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-6023302228088330528</id><published>2009-08-25T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:39:27.299-05:00</updated><title type="text">more tubes!</title><content type="html">i have &lt;a href="http://www.rogueclown.net"&gt;a website&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not moving this blog. this is for my personal rants.  &lt;a href="http://www.rogueclown.net"&gt;rogueclown.net&lt;/a&gt;, my new site, is a home for all of my computer and hacking projects.  it'll be really nice to have a separate place for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...if you're interested in that stuff, check it out!  i don't have a whole lot up there, since i just brought it up today, but it should get really interesting in the coming months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-6023302228088330528?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/6023302228088330528/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=6023302228088330528" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/6023302228088330528" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/6023302228088330528" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-tubes.html" title="more tubes!" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-4140490645579953495</id><published>2009-08-25T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:38:36.089-05:00</updated><title type="text">zyzzx road</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFK4HD7KAjk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFK4HD7KAjk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"zzyzx road"&lt;br /&gt;by stone sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how else to put this&lt;br /&gt;it's taken me so long to do this&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling asleep and i can't see straight&lt;br /&gt;my muscles feel like a melee&lt;br /&gt;my body's curled in a u-shape&lt;br /&gt;i put on my best but i'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;propped up by lies and promises&lt;br /&gt;saving my place as life forgets&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time i saw the world&lt;br /&gt;i'm only here for a while&lt;br /&gt;but patience is not my style&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so tired that i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to hide now&lt;br /&gt;what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;did you really think i wouldn't see this through&lt;br /&gt;tell me i should stick around for you&lt;br /&gt;tell me i could have it all&lt;br /&gt;i'm still too tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to go home in one week&lt;br /&gt;but i'm leaving home in three weeks&lt;br /&gt;they throw me a bone just to pick me dry&lt;br /&gt;i'm following suit and directions&lt;br /&gt;i crawl up inside for protection&lt;br /&gt;i'm told what to do and i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm over existing in limbo&lt;br /&gt;i'm over the myths and placebos&lt;br /&gt;i don't really mind if i just fade away&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to live with my family&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to die in obscurity&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm so tired that i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i supposed to hide now&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;you still don't think i'm going see this through&lt;br /&gt;tell me i'm a part of history&lt;br /&gt;tell me i can have it all&lt;br /&gt;i'm still too tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still too tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;still too tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;still too tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;still too tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;go home&lt;br /&gt;still too tired to care and i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;still too tired to care and i gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-8062817250175301509</id><published>2009-08-23T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:21:21.223-05:00</updated><title type="text">i think i found the right song.</title><content type="html">"what you live by"&lt;br /&gt;by harvey danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet me up on ninety-nine&lt;br /&gt;beneath the marco polo sign&lt;br /&gt;i’ll be the one with a box of wine&lt;br /&gt;and a hundred dollar car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could talk about the lives we’ve led&lt;br /&gt;and count the reasons we’re not dead&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we could talk instead&lt;br /&gt;about the ways in which we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always nothing or too much to say&lt;br /&gt;only so many sides of the record to play&lt;br /&gt;and the song that got stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;said you die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;you will die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;you will die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like carnivores to carnal pleasures&lt;br /&gt;so will we to desperate measures&lt;br /&gt;melting into stagnant puddles&lt;br /&gt;beat down by the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school&lt;br /&gt;i didn’t stay&lt;br /&gt;spoke right up when i had nothing good to say&lt;br /&gt;and i said it to anyone who would listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lay me down in the bed that i made&lt;br /&gt;starved for sleep by the shrill serenade&lt;br /&gt;singing over and over:&lt;br /&gt;you die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;you will die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;you will die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;you will die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;you will die by what you live by&lt;br /&gt;every time&lt;div 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/><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-2992943019435374969</id><published>2009-08-22T08:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:21:25.529-05:00</updated><title type="text">?</title><content type="html">it's horribly unnerving when you can't find the right song for how you feel.  there's no way my amalgam of emotions is anything new or interesting, but i'm still trying to find someone else on my playlist who has felt it and vocalised it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-6917236225793786220</id><published>2009-08-21T05:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:44:55.567-05:00</updated><title type="text">i &lt;3 bad puns.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/626/"&gt;today's xkcd&lt;/a&gt; is amazing, although there's part of me that wonders what took them so long to make such a characteristically xkcd pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/newton_and_leibniz.png" title="YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" alt="YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-6917236225793786220?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-6025970392326333607</id><published>2009-08-18T06:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:28:16.275-05:00</updated><title type="text">dispatches</title><content type="html">HAR was ridiculous, and ridiculously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much time for details now, since i'm still away (and don't want to get too sucked into the intertubes to explore Amsterdam some more!), but it suffices to say that i'm still alive, i'm still in Europe, and i really, really, really don't want to get on the plane tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-6025970392326333607?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/6025970392326333607/comments/default" title="Post 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xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-4624235118563759139</id><published>2009-08-10T01:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:06:36.206-05:00</updated><title type="text">the jetset life is gonna kill you...</title><content type="html">i'm finally recovered from defcon.  that's a good thing, since i'm heading off to yet another con this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday morning, i fly out to new york city.  i have about a day and a half to goof off with &lt;a href="http://www.robvincent.net"&gt;Rob&lt;/a&gt;...i'm not quite sure what we're going to be doing, but whatever it is, it'll be lots of fun.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, wednesday afternoon, it's back to jfk to meet up with &lt;a href="http://www.hackersonaplane.info"&gt;hackers on a plane&lt;/a&gt; and fly to europe!  we get into dusseldorf on thursday morning, meet up with some german hackers, and take a bus the last hour and a half to &lt;a href="http://www.har2009.org"&gt;hacking at random&lt;/a&gt;!  i'm simultaneously excited and nervous about the trip...excited because i'm going to be meeting new places, seeing new people, and learning a lot at the con, and nervous because i haven't flown internationally in over a decade, and because i'm going to be going to countries where i don't know the language at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said, it's going to be a blast, and i'm sure i'll have plenty of crazy stories to tell when i'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-4624235118563759139?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/4624235118563759139/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=4624235118563759139" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4624235118563759139" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/4624235118563759139" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/08/jetset-life-is-gonna-kill-you.html" title="the jetset life is gonna kill you..." /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611943.post-8064737921145091158</id><published>2009-08-09T23:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:10:54.249-05:00</updated><title type="text">some people are stupid.</title><content type="html">$250,000?  really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMCFRElyaCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMCFRElyaCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-3117868601257129914?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/3117868601257129914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=3117868601257129914" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3117868601257129914" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/3117868601257129914" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/08/testingtesting12yikes.html" title="testing...testing...1...2...YIKES!" /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty 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go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, it was far from frivolous.  in fact, it was the best experience of my high school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Area I class was choral music...and, when else was i going to get the chance to sing so much avant-garde music?  it was unlike anything i had ever sung before, and i still hear bits and pieces of "when david heard" and "funeral ikos" pop into my head eleven years later.  when else were we going to face the question as to whether it was artistic or unpatriotic to sing a bitonal arrangement of The Star-Spangled Banner at a minor league baseball game?  from the environment of my hometown and my high school?  i say, nowhere else was i going to experience any of that.  Area II discussed philosophy, and Area III discussed psychology...two topics that were hardly even alluded to in my home high school.  yet there, at Governor's School, i got the chance to read and discuss writings about how the mind worked, and how we fit into society as a whole, with students from all over the state, with students in all different Area I concentrations...something i would not have otherwise been given the chance to do until several years later, in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, the academic level is nowhere near the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned a lot in my classes, but it was also so much more than that.  at my home high school, i was very much a loner.  i didn't get along with the vast majority of my classmates, and didn't feel like i had very much in common with them.  Governor's School opened my eyes to the previously absurd idea that there may be people floating around with whom i had something in common.  it was nothing short of life-affirming to spend a summer around four hundred unabashedly intelligent peers.  those six weeks were about the only time in my entire high school career that i spent my evenings socializing instead of writing horrendously emo poetry about how much my life sucked and how little i fit in.  of course, not all academically gifted students were as alienated or socially inept as i was in high school, but many are.  and, there is no way that i'm the only student whose eyes were opened in this way thanks to Governor's School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, students whose parents can't afford an extra $500 out of a tight budget are getting locked out of this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so strange that in the same paragraph of the law that authorizes this tuition, free public schools are mentioned several times.  Governor's School is an extension and an enrichment of that service.  it is a chance for academically gifted students to meet other academically gifted students from all over the state.  the whole point of Governor's School is that only your talent and your intelligence mattered for getting in...it didn't matter if you were from a small town or a big city, and it didn't matter if you were from a rich family or a poor one.  eight hundred students a year got the opportunity to leave town for the summer and find a home, without regard to the socioeconomic barriers that blocked access to just about any other summer opportunity for talented students.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, Governor's School was the most valuable six weeks of my free public education in North Carolina, and it's a shame that students in my position nowadays will not be able to have the opportunity i had eleven years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611943-743738000250360292?l=absentelements.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/feeds/743738000250360292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5611943&amp;postID=743738000250360292" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/743738000250360292" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611943/posts/default/743738000250360292" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://absentelements.blogspot.com/2009/08/recently-north-carolina-general.html" title="shame on you, North Carolina." /><author><name>nicolle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06716670894851820337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01045683406669162675" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry></feed>
