August 11th, 2011


weigh in

According to my home scale, and allowing for inaccuracies both technical and visual (i.e. I need new glasses so it is hard to see clearly what is happening at my feet), I carried a mass of laundry weighing between 90 and 100 pounds to Fiesta Wash and back early yesterday morning. On foot. In one trip. Fiesta Wash is just over one tenth of a mile away.

No wonder I hate to do laundry.

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One Last Ditch: the movie

So I sort of nominated myself to the roster of presenters at next Thursday night's Five Minutes of Fame at Noisebridge. I thought about it briefly, figured I might as well ask if self-promotion was appropriate and apparently that is what it is all about! The nice young man said he couldn't wait to see my presentation but he will have to wait till next week cause that is how long I have to fit everything I want to say about my poetry videos in five minutes.

Let's see. Look at this! Help me buy better equipment!

Oh and buy my book if you think about it.

That's about it really but I suppose I should tell them my name and stuff and when the book was published and maybe I should try to describe my genre of writing but I have no idea where to start with that. Anyone have any ideas? Beyond "poetry, sorta, but prose, sorta, also"?

I got so caught up in the laundry carnival that I forgot to post about going to the Python class there at Noisebridge on Monday night. The class met at my bedtime, but I dragged myself down there anyway. I decided that the best way to deal with the phone question was to leave my phone at home and use the old-fashioned buzzer if the door was not already open. Which it was so I just walked right up and found the stairs.

The class was fine. I would tell you about my question concerning recursion but maybe two people reading me would be interested. Possibly three. Oh ok: I asked if there were any rule of thumb for how best to recognize when recursion was an apt solution to a problem if it was not already obvious that you were doing the same thing over and over and the answer I got was "if it works." The guy leading the class appears to be a pragmatist and one who prefers iterative processes. There was a reason given but I do not recall what it was.

Otherwise nobody bit and nobody stared and almost nobody looked at me like I had three armpits except for one guy but if you are in a space in San Francisco that anyone at all can walk into you must be prepared for anything. So I decided that was his problem and not mine.

Suddenly it seems time for me to go to bed. Well, ok then.

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