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Dvorak
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Nov. 8th, 2009 @ 05:49 pm
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Every year or so I find myself wanting to pick up a new skill: spinning, juggling, html. This time around it's typing. Not that I couldn't already type, but I've always been a few-finger typist---fast but not efficient, and definitely not great for my much-abused hands.
Dvorak is a different keyboard layout, named after its creator (vs Qwerty, named after the top row). It was designed for efficiency and comfort and was thrown out in the era of typewriters because it sped typists up and made their keys lock.* Now that's no longer a problem, it's becoming popular sort of the way Linux is: many people have heard of it but most have never seen, much less used, it.
Anyway, I had this annual urge, and I've been typing Dvorak ever since. I didn't switch my keys, so I really have to touch-type. It's been about a month (I think I started on October 3rd or so, but I'd have to check) and I now come in around 40-45 WPI. I'm hoping to get well above that over the next while, but in the meantime it's fast enough to let me take notes in class, write papers, and argue with people on the internet (and let me tell you, the first week or two, when I couldn't do the latter? That was torture). I can go back to Qwerty on other computers without impeding my speed or accuracy in Dvorak, too.
So--yay new skills. It's gotta be good for the brain, right?
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It's my first full Canada Day! (I was in transit last year.) I have to get stuff done around the house, but I'm going to see fireworks and hear Canadian music tonight---and I'm taking one of my flags!
Today's joke:
How do you get a crowd of rowdy, drunken Canadians out of your swimming pool?
You say "Everyone please leave the pool."
Today's quote: "Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver"--Gilles Vigneault.
Today's factoid:
Maclean's Magazine (like Time or Life, only not really) once held a contest for the true Canadian motto. The winner was "As Canadian as possible, under the circumstances."
Today's tonguetwister: say Canada Day a couple of times fast. I dare you. This is particularly difficult with a Rochester accent (strangely, my Vancouverite friends have no trouble with it). |
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Jun. 14th, 2009 @ 09:57 pm
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Right. It is pathetic that it has taken me this long to realize why RPF is so enticing. It's all the romance-novel infatuation-dating-sex-love arc of regular slash, plus our stupid but entirely normal fascination with celebrities and how their lives are like and unlike our own. Also, they're mostly very very pretty, and we think they're smart and witty because they have said smart and witty things that were written for them by smart and witty but mostly less attractive people.
In other news, I do have a life and stuff, I just massively fail to write about it here. Still a law student. Still have an apartment and a cat. Still have friends. Have a cool summer job. Single and content. Fattening up appallingly. Spinning more than I'm knitting. Etc. |
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Are you watching it? Because it's AWESOME. Seriously.
For those who already are: I am super thrilled that Cooper's bar appears to be a standing set rather than a one-off. That bar may be my new favorite character.
(Unrelated PS: Also, I have a kickass job. But it's a three-day weekend, so I am instead focusing on the glory of Southland.) |
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It's kind of stupid to sit around thinking about hijab (because I don't sit around thinking about socks or sweaters ... wait, yes I do). But I have anyway.
( Thoughts: )
So ... yeah. On the one hand, I know Imtenan and Zahra and pretty much everyone with whom I've ever talked about hijab mostly just want the world to STOP FUCKING CARING SO MUCH, IT'S JUST CLOTHING, GET A GRIP. But I also think that if we can't get over it, then we should think about it in a productive way, and using the frames of the people who know WTF they're talking about (meaning Imtenan, not Rush Limbaugh). Maybe now that I've worked some of this through in my brain, I can indeed stop fucking caring so much. |
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A lot of my Toronto friends think this is insanely optimistic, but here's my prediction: federal (or country-wide state) gay marriage in the US by 2018.
Apr. 13th, 2009 @ 11:15 am
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| » Doing my part in the Googlebomb wars .... |
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( Lots of copypasta )
(I don't actually know if repeating the link in one place helps, but it's worth a shot.)
Apr. 12th, 2009 @ 09:55 pm
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Already, this weekend, I've:
--had two friends I'd like to see more of over for brunch
--done paper research with my cat in my lap
--done paper research in my kitchen
--listened to music without turning it down, guiltily, to the lowest volume setting
--left dishes in the sink
--gone in and out of my "cold storage" about 57 million times
--washed handspun in my laundry room
--worked out in my PJs without having to leave my house
--told another friend "Sure, come over! We'll order Indian!"
--sighed happily and thought, "I should post somewhere about how great this is."
Mar. 21st, 2009 @ 07:53 pm
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He is also not-so-secretly awesome.
Feb. 21st, 2009 @ 05:35 pm
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But this is my new cat. He's about five years old and utterly perfect in every way. I picked him (with Amy's help) out of the hundred or so at the Humane Society (the only other cat that really screamed "right for me" was FIV positive, poor thing).
He enjoys scratching the heck out of his scratching things (but not my furniture), amusing himself with toy mice, cuddling, and, of course, long walks on the beach.
Also, he's brilliant. I've been moving his toy mice back into the "playroom" (doubles as my dressing room; that is, it's a room too small for any real purpose which contains a closet, so I put my dresser in there and use it for getting dressed in the morning). After the third time, I happened to glance up and see him knock a mouse accidentally into the other room. Before I could get up, he trotted over, picked it up in his mouth, and carried it back to his play area. Seriously! He's like a rocket scientist. Especially considering cats don't usually learn by mimicry like dogs and children do.
That is all. For now.
Feb. 11th, 2009 @ 01:57 pm
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