Midaregami

I posted the following reminders above my desk because I can’t seem to remember this stuff to save my life.

Looks like my very first email address is gone for good…

Ah, GR2STARR. Hard to believe that was a decade ago. The DEC Alpha server that hosted that account—and on which I learned Pascal—was rumored to have 64 megabytes of memory. Sixty-Four Megabytes.

I suppose if I wanted the full computer nostalgia experience, I could install GNU Pascal and run GLTerminal full-screen. Of course, that leaves out the insanity of using VMS, but some experiences are fun only in retrospect…

• Figure Bungo
• Alpine Uncertainty
• 1500 meter Speed Rant
• Nordic Combined GarageBand Noodling
• Men’s Half Pipe Of Ambivalence and Doubt
• Short Track Quotidian Irritation Relay (on a team with me, Julia, Bianca, and Jessica)
• Curling

Poor curling. It’s always the punch line.

Fire up your telnet clients or terminal windows, friends—and make some popcorn. It’s time to watch a movie.

I’ve added links to the Lee Cataluna columns that I reference in my open letter to her. And yes, I did in fact email a copy both to her and her editor. I don’t think that I will get any sort of response, but I sure feel better.

The urge to descend to name-calling and intimations of social, rhetorical, and neurological dysfunction is nearly overwhelming me here, so I’m going to call it a day.

Dear Ms Cataluna,

I came to Hawai’i not long ago—last July, actually—for graduate school. UH Manoa offered me a modest scholarship and has a good reputation in my field of study, so with no particular prior interest in or knowledge of Hawai’i, The Place, I moved across an ocean to an environment radically unlike any I’d ever experienced before.