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By gzt (Fri Nov 21, 2008 at 12:41:15 PM EST) (all tags)
Odd, I was at my department's Thanksgiving thing and on my way out ran into somebody I know from school. Turns out she's a consultant for $LARGE_FIRM and my department is bringing her in for stuff and things. This somehow makes me feel like I've gone nowhere in the past couple years.


There were lots of pies at the potluck. I mentioned blixco's company's pie thing to somebody. It was approved as a good idea.

Somebody mentioned true spiciness being gauged by whether it makes the top of your head sweat. I countered that true spiciness gives you visions of the future, like that Thai food I had once. Then we discussed sriracha sauce. Somebody wasn't sure whether it was Sri- or Shri-. It is, of course, Sri. That got me thinking: that part is obviously borrowed from Sanskrit - so is the entire name from Sanskrit somehow, or did they just steal the Sri? The answer is yes, the entire thing is from Sanskrit. The Ratcha part is from Raja. Well, my education comes in handy.

What else comes in handy: my shoes are arriving via UPS today. Woo weightlifting shoes.

Still making a framework for turning this information into something usable. The concept is sort of easy.

Shoes, inspired by another diary.
*1x brown business casual loafer
*1x brown business casual tied shoe
*1x black business casual tied shoe
*1x black nicer business casual loafer
*1x black nice shoe for weddings, funerals, job interviews
*1x Vibram FiveFingers
*1x cheap sandals
*1x running shoes, quickly degrading, soon to be the junk shoes
*1x black Chuck Taylors
*1x VS Athletics weightlifting shoes arriving today (taking over the Chuck Taylors' role, which will now only be used for looking cool)
*1x steel-toed boots
*1x snow boots

I guess that makes 12. Actually, I'm not sure where the steel-toed boots are and whether I have them anymore. I've also been thinking of getting more Chuck Taylors and replacing the running shoes (I don't actually run in running shoes, I run in my Vibrams) while getting rid of one or two pairs of the business casual (possibly replacing).

It's time to leave. I have to figure out a way to get out without being noticed for leaving early. Never mind, I was hoping to beat the UPS guy home, but I just got a call from the front gate. I buzzed him in and told him to leave it inside the gate. Hope it worked.

Crap, I just realized that one of the things I did in a laborious way could have been done with one simple stored procedure. Live and learn, bitches!

I watched more of season four of Doctor Who last night. They really are bringing in a lot of the classic villains. Sontarans!

I didn't lift last night: I would've gotten to to the gym at 8:30 and I was still sore. I think one extra day of rest did me some good, anyway. Things still hurt a bit, but it's not so noticeable.

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Spiciness and boots by lm (2.00 / 0) #1 Fri Nov 21, 2008 at 02:05:46 PM EST
Last night I put too much wasabi sauce on a shrimp roll. Damn near caused my nasal passages to shoot forth flames. I almost didn't manage to get it down. I never had the problem with foods so spicy that they make me sweat. There are different kinds of spicy. Some of those kinds of spicy make one's forehead break out in sweat.

As for boots, steel toed boots are are 1 of the 4 pairs of shoes I have.


There is no more degenerate kind of state than that in which the richest are supposed to be the best.
Cicero, The Republic
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