My name was cut from the photo caption, but the New York Times covered Zero One + SPECFLIC 2.0 and ran a photo of our Sousveillance Grid with the story. (Use BugMeNot to bypass site registration, doyee.) Let’s hear it for infinitesimal publicity!

It is without irony that I regretfully inform you the post immediately preceding this one was itself aborted before achieving satisfactory completion.

And so, I am sure, will be this one.

I can never find the time to transcribe my life here, even though I want to. Days are too busy, nights are too filled with distractions. Everything moves at a break-neck pace, and I’m lucky enough that most of it enjoyable and/or satisfying.

Utako made tataki for dinner tonight, supported by smoked eel and a cucumber salad. My Mom would be happy to hear I’m eating so healthily. (Also the Dutch are big fans of eel and she would insist on reminding me of that fact.)

I helped a lady out with her computer earlier in the evening today. She is 77 years old and works at the Macy’s handbag department. We met at the bus stop, and I offered to fix her “it just keeps freezing up, the keyboard stops working” computer in exchange for some home-made cookies. As it turns out, her computer is just a tired ol’ horse that needs to be put out to pasture. 200mHz/64mb running Windows 98 and AOL’s bloated Broadband software? Forget about it. I’m going to try and drop Win2k on there on Tuesday, but I’m also bringing along some researched prices on new systems, either from Dell or Frys or something like that. Seems like she’s eager to drop $400 on a new system if it’ll let her send email without having to wait 5 minutes to boot up and another 5 to log into AOL. She may be 77, but she sure is impatient with the mouse.

I drove to San Jose with Utako last weekend and got sunburned at the flea market. I now have the most horrifying t-shirt tan my short life has yet to include. We hung out with her Mom, Brother, Sister in law and nephew a lot and managed to watch Troy (train wreck) in between loads of delicious, home-cooked Japanese food. Tatsuya, Utako’s nephew, is a champ. The clutch in Utako’s car is, by her own admission, “loose like a whore.”

On the other end of the anecdotal spectrum, Utako and I inadvertently saw a crazy man’s penis last week as he urinated on the sidewalk outside the Blockbuster we patronized. He held it like a bat. Earlier, he had been stumbling around inside, drinking a tall boy out of a bag and trying to engage other people in conversation. He was oddly young. I saw him again today as I left Albertson’s; he was still muttering to himself as he ambled around.

My graduation party went well, except when I cut my finger while slicing limes. Ouchy. Thank you to Utako and Fonty for letting me haul them up to LA, you two took the edge off. Over the course of several commutes between SD and LA, I managed to purchase a car which pleases me to no end—a tight little GTI that I’ve been lusting after since high school.

July 4th was fun, Abe’s place is great. I’m quite tickled that such an able host lives such a short walk away.

I’ve been trying to do more reading recently, both pleasureful and pragmatic books. Things were kickstarted by the down time I had during the drive to San Jose and back; I managed to finish Eastern Standard Tribe, Parable of the Sower and Naked Pictures of Famous People last weekend and am charging ahead with more this week. More reading would be a nice habit to revive now that I don’t have classes to tangle myself up in anymore. Seriously, college students never have time to read, especially their course work.

Bah, there’s still more, but it’s late and I’m getting over a cold. I’ll continue the saga when I can.

PS: The last post was cut short because, as it implied, I had been drinking that night. Despite being hung over and disoriented, I felt embarrassment upon waking up the next morning and having to admit to myself that I poured cheap beer all over several cars just a few hours earlier. Then I realized that there are far worse ways a drunk young man can vent some displaced aggression, got over it, took a few Advil and went about my Tuesday. Just so you know.