Chop Suey

Life is good, just like Perl. My life improves as Perl spread through it, surprisingly. I'm starting to contact old friends from Turkey again, although I've only been able to find three so far (and two of them are related). I really wish I could go back to seventh grade or so, when all of those people were there. Then again, I don't, because I was so ignorant then. Perl is here now, though. It's like a security blanket, because it's something familiar and it's something useful. I put ActivePerl on my laptop today so I can go anywhere and still develop in Perl. I just wish Windows had a more competent CLI shell; apparently someone made a Bourne Again Shell for the leperous operating system, but I have yet to find it. It's too bad the SATA chipset in the T60 isn't open, so the Linux drivers could enable me to at least dual boot Linux and Windows. For now, though, I'm surviving (SSH tunnels are wonderful). I'm playing Ultimate Frisbee every day, and I think I might actually be getting healthier because of it. I'm even eating healthy now, which is weird considering every time I walk into a dining commons, I can eat anything I want in any quantity. Strangely enough, I've eaten entirely vegetarian meals entirely by accident several times. Well, I don't know how much mashed potatoes count as vegetarian, but they're probably healthier than the grease with strips of bacon in it.

The strangest things have been going through my head. I discovered a band (through a friend of sorts) called Porcupine Tree; of the two albums I have, most of the songs are very good. I've been working to avoid obsession with two of them (namely, "Trains" and "The Sound of Muzak"). I've also pondered why I miss a few people from home. I was expecting to miss no one, but a little less than a dozen people and one puppy still appear in my mind once in a while (or, in some cases, more than just occasionally). It's going to be impossible to completely cut them off, so I've given up. These people must be worth the friendship if I still remember them.

One of the wonders of the world is going down
It's going down, I know
It's one of the blunders of the world that no one cares
No one cares enough

That's the chorus of the latter of the aforementioned songs. Peace out.