If you want the single most gratifying volunteer experience in your life, rescuing dogs from euthanasia by transporting them to a no-kill shelter is probably not what you’re looking for. However, if you have the inclination to do something nice, and you’re not really looking for that warm feeling inside at the end of the day, and you can deal with the smell, and the noise, and the traffic, by all means don’t let me scare you away. It’s an important service.
Yearly Archives: 2005
Adventures in the Mac lab
I’m sitting in Warner 018 at SUNY Cobleskill, the Mac lab. I can honestly say that this is the last place I expected to find myself when I started my college career here. I was all “mac minus minus” and stuff. As it turns out, learning the mac has proven no more difficult than learning linux.
I do have a certain number of greviances, as I’m sure does anyone who grew up on PC and finds themself working on mac.
- I have to open a window to get a full list of my applications.
- The meta key configuration is confusing to me. Why when I just press [apple] does the apple menu not drop down?
- I am completely unfamiliar with the shortcut keystrokes, though I acknowledge this to be my own shortcoming, and not that of the OS.
- Where the fuck is my right click?!
Other than these, I really have no problems with the mac. I will withhold judgement on the administration and hardware facets of the system, never having dealt with them. The interface is functionally and aesthetically beautiful. I’m actually on the lookout for a dock-like widget for Linux. I’m running FC4 and Gnome 2. If you happen to know of any, let me know. Better yet, if you know of a way to mod the existing system, that would be better.
I would buy a mac. It wouldn’t be the next system I’d buy, but if I owned one I would use it.
New Schedule
Things don’t always work out the way you planned. This summer I found out that I had to take Biology I. Also, I work 8 hours a week. My schedule actually ends up looking more like the attached.
Penis Museum
Drag Show
Until Thursday night, I had never been to a drag show or a gay bar. Now I have!
My friend Katie lives about an hour from me, near Rochester. She went on and on to me about this club she liked there called Muther’s when we were at school. She told me about drag shows that she’s been to there. I told her that I’d go at some point, but I was in no rush. I knew Steve didn’t really like clubs, so I wasn’t going to press the matter with him.
About 3 weeks ago I got a call from Amber. She asked me if I wanted to go to a drag show with her. Now I had never been to one, but I had been meaning to for some time. I told Steve, and while he wasn’t thrilled, he agreed. I had glee. Next, Amber tells me that it’s at Muther’s, the club that Katie kept harassing me about. I asked if we’d see Katie there. As it turned out, Katie was making her drag debut!
We arrived early, so there was nobody there. I got the marker hand, along with one of Amber’s friends, while Amber and Steve got the alcoholic wristbands. Amber’s not of age, but she looks remarkably like her older sister when she smiles, so she got by. Around 11, the first performers came out. The first couple acts were drag kings (it’s like drag queens, only reversed) and I was pretty much unimpressed. No offense ladies (or gentlemen, if you prefer) but I’ve seen manlier women around campus. The queens were much better performers – pun intended – but I was mostly not into the music. Then Katie came out. She was actually one of the best acts out there, no lie. I don’t like her well enough to lie about something like that. I was surprised. Of course, I’m still not a fan of the music, but she did it well, and with her friend Eric, it was perfect.
The second act was much better for kings and queens alike. I think the crowd was a lot more responsive, or at least a lot more drunk. The music didn’t improve by much, but there were a couple classics thrown in, including Cake’s cover or the classic “I Will Survive”. Amber was drinking slowly but steadily, and by the end of the night we had one rather spirited dance before we called it a night. I drove home.
I think fun was had by all, even though Steve was getting a little tired by the second show. On the way back, Amber and I decided that we should occasionally go back. Hell, neither of us have Friday classes next semester.
Macin’ it again
I’m on lesbian Lizz’s mac again. There’s a pride parade tomorrow, but I’m not taking the late bus to be able to go. Monday I’ll be home for the summer.
Blog Excavation
It’s amazing to me, looking back at my first foray in writing on the web, that I am still with you today. I was a messed up kid, depressed before I knew it was cool. Then I found this little tidbit, which as far as I can tell is my first acknowledgement that I’m gay. The earliest surviving acknowledgement, anyhow.
Anything you write on the web has the potential of coming back to haunt you. Luckily for me, I have no reputation to protect.
MIT Weblog Survey
I’m a sucker for filling out forms. I don’t know what it is, but it has always been there. My mom is a nurse, and when I was younger I’d have her bring old forms home just so I could fill them out. Naturally, I was thrilled to learn that my propensity for form-filling could actually help somebody with his doctoral thesis.
via Dougal