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the irony of this morning is that it started off so well. i woke up five minutes before my alarm (9:55am) and shut it off so that it wouldn’t buzz and wake up dan. i’d gotten an easy 8 hours of relaxing sleep, lulled to that state by the tale of beren and luthien being read out of my speakers. after waking up, i laid in bed and read two chapters from 2 corinthians. feeling like i’d started the day off well i climbed down from my bunk and performed my morning ritual: turn on monitor, wipe eye-boogers away, check e-mail, and check IM messages accrued over the night.

but today was different–parked in the top left corner of the screen was a little window, flashing ever so helpfully. it had the little icon of an alarm bell and the words “9:45am, Tuesday 2/12 – eye doctor appointment, Stanford eye clinic”. it didn’t click for a minute and then i remembered, i DID have an eye doctor appointment! and i was already 15 minutes late.

i woke up dan and asked for his keys, threw on a hat and a shirt and full sprinted the quarter mile to the car. i started driving and it was only another quarter mile when i realized i needed to take off the parking break. you can tell that it was early. once i felt capable enough to handle driving, i pulled out the cell and called the eye clinic, praying that the appointment lady was having a good day.

in fact, she wasn’t–she told me that, i’m sorry, but i’d have to reschedule. this was no good, so i asked her if she wouldn’t mind just asking the doctor if he could still fit me in. i think she put me on hold a bit just to get some revenge, but in the end she said to come on in, they’d take me. thanking god, i fought the traffic all the way in, just barely refraining myself from purposely rear-ending this one idiot lady who stole a parking spot i had my blinker on for in the parking garage. i can’t deal with that kind of inconsideration.

but, eventually i made it there and into the examination room. the doctor had to check out my left eye, so he dilated it. i’ve had my eyes dilated plenty of times (twice in one day, once), but never just one eye. it was very weird–my brain couldn’t decide whether it was too bright outside or not. and when i got home and looked in the mirror, i kind of looked like one of those guys with a glass eye, because my eyes looked nothing alike. it made me yearn for that day when i’ll get to have one of those bionic laser gun eyepieces over my left eye. it’s cool, because not only do you look like a 21st century pirate, you have a laser gun on your eye.

the sad part about this awesome story is that, because my eye appointment started late and got out late, i missed my only class of the day. which i’m not allowed to do, since he keeps roll, and i didn’t e-mail him an excuse yesterday (like being sick or something) that would justify my missing class.

on the flipside, i was able to eat a leisurely lunch and hang out a bit before coming to work. i’m actually at work now, bored to tears. i’ve done all the homework i can stomach, and i’ve still got an hour before i can leave. i suppose i could work on the project that i’m doing (designing a Flash 5 workshop) but i don’t feel like it. so i’m blogging.

i hate the word blog. i don’t know any super pleasant words that either begin with bl- or end with -og. well now that i think about it there are some decent words that start with bl-, like the Blarney stone. but i hold to the other part, about -og. the words i can think of that end in -og are smog, fog, grog, bog, dog, log, jog, gulog (that’s not a real word), and bizzog. see, no pretty words.

i’m leaving for london in 16 hours. it will rock hard. maybe even 2 rocks, or a supermegazord rock. but that might be pushing it. in any case, i won’t be able to blog until i get back on monday or whenever, so for those of you who are now addicted to my blog, i apologize. addict yourself to something else for the time being. i recommend computer games or good fantasy/sci-fi novels.

everybody had better kiss someone on valentine’s day.

disc on spin: i might be wrong | radiohead
(in particular the live version of spinning plates is really good)

By Jonathan Lipps

Jonathan worked as a programmer in tech startups for several decades, but is also passionate about all kinds of creative pursuits and academic discussion. Jonathan has master’s degrees in philosophy and linguistics, from Stanford and Oxford respectively, and is working on another in theology. An American-Canadian, he lives in Vancouver, BC and has way too many hobbies.

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