Wednesday, February 23, 2005
bye-bye blogger
Alright, I'm through with using blogger for my personal blog. I'm now using livejournal. Some of the reasons I'm switching are:
I'm concerned that livejournal will have more outages than blogger, but ultimately the decision for me is to switch. I'll keep this thing around, but this is the last entry. To read more quotes, lyrics, musings, and random pictures, head on over to Jon McAlister's new and shiny blog =)
- it's faster to post new entries. blogger frequently takes up to a minute to handle publishing a new entry.
- the comments are tightly integrated with email. for instance, if i post a comment on your livejournal, then whenever someone replies to that comment, i get an email. this is not the case with blogger. also, i can reply to a comment directly from my email.
- it looks good on more browsers than this blog. perhaps i could tweak this clunker of a blog to also look as good.
- friends-only posting
- having my friends' livejournals aggregated for me
I'm concerned that livejournal will have more outages than blogger, but ultimately the decision for me is to switch. I'll keep this thing around, but this is the last entry. To read more quotes, lyrics, musings, and random pictures, head on over to Jon McAlister's new and shiny blog =)
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
mr. eyes
"A good woman will pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart"
--bright eyes, landlocked blues
"Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today."
--bright eyes, everything must belong somewhere
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart"
--bright eyes, landlocked blues
"Leave the cauliflower in the casserole today."
--bright eyes, everything must belong somewhere
Monday, February 14, 2005
vday
where was i? i ate corn and tuna and then watched welcome to the dollhouse, mulling over future bitter/misogynistic catch phrases. for instance, "As you grow older, the only parts of women that will become more interesting, compelling, and stimulating are the lies they will tell you."
happy vday all you turtledoves! =)
happy vday all you turtledoves! =)
"Over the years I've built up this collection of pleated skirts until they're pretty much all I have in my closet. I must like them. I mean, that's what you've got to figure when you end up with thirty of them."
--andrea seigel, like the red panda
--andrea seigel, like the red panda
Sunday, February 13, 2005
"He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself."
--f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby
--f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby
Bree's mom sent everyone in my house special cookies. Here's mine:

Thanks Bree's mom!
Thanks Bree's mom!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
i <3 livejournal
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
"Man, I could lay under you, eat fried chicken, and do a crossword puzzle at the same time. That's how much you'd bother me."
--blonde waitress from Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore
--blonde waitress from Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore
"Better the peak of art than the slough of sex. Contrary to the popular notion of wantonness, the artist, Mother believes, must forget about sex. If he can't, then he's a mere mortal; but he shouldn't be a mere mortal. He should be divine! Unfortunately, biographies of artists, teem all too often with the sexual ruses and abuses of their protagonists. The inveigle the reader into thinking that the cucumber bed of pure harmony grows upon the compost heap of sex."
--elfriede jelinek, the piano teacher
--elfriede jelinek, the piano teacher
"Klemmer disgorges a freshly stuffed though-sausage through his teeth: Schubert may have been highly talented, since he managed to get on without a teacher comparable to Leopold Mozart, but Schubert was definitely no genius. Klemmer hands his teacher the though-sausage on a paper plate, with a dab of mustard. A man who dies that early can't be a genius! I'll never see twenty again, and I still know so little, I keep realizing it again every single day, says Klemmer. So how much could Franz Schubert have known at the age of thirty! That enigmatic, enticing little schoolmaster's child from Vienna! Women killed him with syphilis."
--elfriede jelinek, the piano teacher
--elfriede jelinek, the piano teacher
