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programming and cannabis
Saturday, August 7 1999
In the morning Kim and I watched the flick Leaving Las Vegas. It seemed like a much more deep and complicated movie than it had when I first saw it back in the days of Kappa Mutha Fucka. I'd venture to say that whatever it is in me that pays attention to the things that happen in a movie must have matured in the last two years. Perhaps Kim, a movie buff of sorts, has had something to do with that maturation.
It was yet another Saturday workday for me, and in the early afternoon I dutifully rode my bike into work. It being Saturday and all, I took things a little more casually than usual. Just before setting out, I chowed down on a "special brownie" given to me the other day by an appreciative co-worker. By the time I was seated in front of my office computer, I was just getting to the beginning of a power cannabis experience.
There was a time there when I didn't know if I was going to completely freak out in some way obvious to anyone watching. I stared bewildered at all the layered windows on my monitor, having absolutely no idea what to do next and how I could have ever been in a state to open all those windows to begin with. I feared that if the experience became any more intense, I'd probably puke. I hoped against hope that no one, least of all my boss, would chance to come up to me and talk. The music on my headphones sure sounded good though.
Then for a time I was buried in Homesite checking out my message board code, trying to accomplish a few small adjustments. But the code was too much for me. It was a thick tangled forest of complexity, with one little piece setting up a condition for something else a short ways away, only to be conditionally modified by something else to either increment or decrement a counter or response.write something out to the HTML-speaking universe. But by this point in the train of thought I would have already forgotten about the now-derailed caboose and last three passenger cars. In essence, my short-term memory was too abbreviated to comprehend what was going on. So instead of tweaking the code, I found myself marveling at it. I was amazed at my talent. I had no idea I was this clever! Sometimes it's interesting to temporarily have a stupid person's brain just to know how formidable the intelligent can seem to the average.
This went on for hours, but eventually my mind started gaining some purchase on the concepts at hand and I was able to get some good work done.
Kim picked me up from work at around 11:00pm. With Kim was her co-worker Renee (the thin girl with the Jessika face). Renee, who recently moved to San Diego from San Francisco, lives with her father all the way out in La Mesa. So Kim had invited her to sleep on our couch tonight so as to have an easier commute to work tomorrow. We bought some wine and watched a Spanish flick with subtitles. When the wine ran out, Kim went and broke out the Bushnells (winking at me as she did so in wordless reference to our last major Bushnells night). But nothing even remotely that interesting actually happened.
In other news, I spent a fairly large amount of my time (while watching movies, etc.) modifying the case of my daVinci PDA. I was trying to make it into an ergonomically useful device. The two major things I did was :
- Use a file to square-off the end of the flip cover, and
- Reroute the keyboard cable through a side-hole I bored in the keyboard's connector.
Both these modifications were necessary to get the PDA to stand at a good viewing angle on a flat surface.
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