Dale Carnegie gone wild
Mar. 5th, 2003 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcMind you manners. Manners make the man. Manner don’t constrict us, they allow us to all feel more comfortable.
OK, fine. I’m board with all this, sorta. Question: how do you eat Singapore noodles tidily and at a reasonable pace? When you have a beard? Multiculturalism, even the tourist model, has its pitfals.
Said noodles were consumed at luncheon with our Man Seumas, aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beardoc. Seumas and I have exchanged ether greetings--directly and via the BML--for a number of years. Always lovely in text, even lovelier in person. The three of us had a good chat--engaged but whimsical, something most het men seem unable to master. Their loss.
Oh muh gawd, did I say that out loud?
The pre-lunch morning at work was pretty productive. Another draft done, and I’m still finding the paper interesting--and excellent sign. Now to leave it alone until tomorrow, lest I fook it all up. Was trying to source some papers online, but UNSW doesn’t subscribe to EBSCO Academic Search--that means that the positivist, medical wankers can access their stuff electronically, and skip the odious library. Us touchy-feely social scientists have to drag our furry butts up the &*^%amn stairs, and whip it out. The photocopy card, biensûr.
Music, makes the people come together
This is me loving my iPod, the kewlest example of commodity fetishism in my life. Certainly it greatly facilitated my move from Hongcouver to Sydney; rather than packing CDs, I ripped (at 224mp/s) what I wanted and loaded up the iPod--1600 songs, a complete back up of my data and digital files, and still have 8GBs of room. Which also allows me to spin tunes through decent speakers on my PowerBook.
Here’s the current iteration of my Most Frequently Played:
Name Artist
La Mémoire D’Abraham Céline Dion
Ou Tu T’en Vas ? Isabelle Boulay
Drinkin in LA Bram Van 3000
La Lune Est Au Ciel Catherine Durand
Ce N’était Qu’un Rève Céline Dion
D’amour Ou D’amitié Céline Dion
Cherche Encore Céline Dion
Destin Céline Dion
Des mots qui sonnent Celine Dion
J’ai besoin d’un chum Céline Dion
Tellement J’ai D’amour Pour Toi Céline Dion
A Quatre Pas D’ici Céline Dion
Un Amour Pour Moi Céline Dion
Billy Céline Dion
Partout Je Te Vois Céline Dion
Dans Un Autre Monde Céline Dion
Quand On Arrive En Ville Daniel Balavoine & Natalie Workman
Ensorcelée Daniel Bélanger
Bienvenue Chez moi Florent Pagny
Kissing My Song Indochine
Un Jour Ou L’autre Isabelle Boulay
Je M’en Contenterai Isabelle Boulay
Clearly I like Céline, and québecois music in general. But the list also includes songs queued up by the Random Play function--many of which I’ve fast-forwarded through.
OK, fine. I’m board with all this, sorta. Question: how do you eat Singapore noodles tidily and at a reasonable pace? When you have a beard? Multiculturalism, even the tourist model, has its pitfals.
Said noodles were consumed at luncheon with our Man Seumas, aka
beardoc. Seumas and I have exchanged ether greetings--directly and via the BML--for a number of years. Always lovely in text, even lovelier in person. The three of us had a good chat--engaged but whimsical, something most het men seem unable to master. Their loss.Oh muh gawd, did I say that out loud?
The pre-lunch morning at work was pretty productive. Another draft done, and I’m still finding the paper interesting--and excellent sign. Now to leave it alone until tomorrow, lest I fook it all up. Was trying to source some papers online, but UNSW doesn’t subscribe to EBSCO Academic Search--that means that the positivist, medical wankers can access their stuff electronically, and skip the odious library. Us touchy-feely social scientists have to drag our furry butts up the &*^%amn stairs, and whip it out. The photocopy card, biensûr.
Music, makes the people come together
This is me loving my iPod, the kewlest example of commodity fetishism in my life. Certainly it greatly facilitated my move from Hongcouver to Sydney; rather than packing CDs, I ripped (at 224mp/s) what I wanted and loaded up the iPod--1600 songs, a complete back up of my data and digital files, and still have 8GBs of room. Which also allows me to spin tunes through decent speakers on my PowerBook.
Here’s the current iteration of my Most Frequently Played:
Name Artist
La Mémoire D’Abraham Céline Dion
Ou Tu T’en Vas ? Isabelle Boulay
Drinkin in LA Bram Van 3000
La Lune Est Au Ciel Catherine Durand
Ce N’était Qu’un Rève Céline Dion
D’amour Ou D’amitié Céline Dion
Cherche Encore Céline Dion
Destin Céline Dion
Des mots qui sonnent Celine Dion
J’ai besoin d’un chum Céline Dion
Tellement J’ai D’amour Pour Toi Céline Dion
A Quatre Pas D’ici Céline Dion
Un Amour Pour Moi Céline Dion
Billy Céline Dion
Partout Je Te Vois Céline Dion
Dans Un Autre Monde Céline Dion
Quand On Arrive En Ville Daniel Balavoine & Natalie Workman
Ensorcelée Daniel Bélanger
Bienvenue Chez moi Florent Pagny
Kissing My Song Indochine
Un Jour Ou L’autre Isabelle Boulay
Je M’en Contenterai Isabelle Boulay
Clearly I like Céline, and québecois music in general. But the list also includes songs queued up by the Random Play function--many of which I’ve fast-forwarded through.
