the answer, my friends, is billygoat
if you don't know the question, i'm afraid you're just not trying enough. 'billygoat' is the word that my friend dave's 19-month old has been repeating ceaselessly over the last few weeks.
i'm watching a video from ted, and
it is really cool.
this is what he's talking about.
fuzzy logic: not just for artificial intelligence anymore
one time in university lynne and kyla began to make a list of things that i said i hated. this is because i would often say 'i hate such and such'. at the time, i told myself it was because i was really passionate like an italian and lived my life with such zest that i either loved or hated everything. which is not even remotely true, but made me feel less negative. : - ). ciao.
i don't think they finished the list of hate but i have a new entry - overly fuzzy towels. i moved into a new place for a month and forgot my towel. so i went to zellers and scoured the towel isle for a good deal. i discovered that the really nice (really nice for zellers) towels were only two dollars more than the really cheap looking towels. so i decided to buy the fluffy towel. that makes me sound like a little girl. it's shouldn't, though, 'cuz i think deep down inside everyone likes fluffy towels. even the marlboro man would like fluffy towels. anyhow, huge mistake. the towel was brown and soft and fluffy. but when you are wet, and you try and dry yourself with a new fluffy towel the fluff turns into little balls of ... something, i don't know what it is, and that something clings to your skin. my first strategy was to try and dry myself really vigorously a few times to get all the fluff off. this proved to be a tactical error on my part and resulted in a minor rash. attempt two was washing it in a washing machine - no dice. still there are little fluffys clinging to me when i get dried off after my shower.
i am getting married in twenty-eight days. i feel like this is the sort of personal problem that needs to be resolved before i tie the knot. please help.
when all things are made new again
i will write a blog post tomorrow. or possibly even tonight. assuming, of course, that the logic board in this computer does not give up the ghost just yet.
i am living in toronto for the first time in my life.
it is pretty warm here, but the bird song is good compensation.
-dC