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I had been grumbling about it for all of five minutes as I fiddled about with various settings, finding it completely unfair that newer residents got hooked up to the Internet in _one_ day, whereas I've been waiting for _three weeks!_
My roommate helpfully noted that she'd had connection difficulties before. Apparently, the jacks in our room were miswired. I scribbled a note on one of my index cards, packed my laptop, a patch cable, and a book, and decided to head over to Robarts Library to see if I could get a connection.
On my way out, I ran into Trevor, one of the CS guys I met over Scrabble and Go.
And... he was holding a sheaf of network activation requests.
Ding! So the mysterious network activation person was _not_ a quirky and selective PhD student on a long vacation.
I told him what my roommate told me. He nodded sagely and said he had hooked _both_ ports in just five minutes ago.
Well, there goes all of my night-time strolls. <laugh> I need to get a really long cable or set up my wireless card so that I can chat with people in the evenings (morning in the Philippines), although Skyping from the lab is still best for people's schedules.
On mensaphilopen, Alistair Israel said:
The smart ones realize that this it isn't worth living in this country, and seek their fortune abroad. The truly smart ones realize that fortune doesn't matter, and try to make this country worth living in.
The wise ones realize that life is inherently meaningless and full of suffering, and proceed to live lives of emptiness. The truly wise ones realize that it doesn't matter, and proceed to create meaning out of life.
E-Mail from Alistair Israel
On Technorati: wisdom
I microwaved the chicken adobo for another minute and a half just to feel slightly better about it, and fried it together with half the rice I cooked the other day. Then there was nothing else to do but to try it, so I did.
It was... recognizable. Well, it tasted cooked, something which always fills me with profound gratefulness. I think I need to add more soy sauce and vinegar--and a different kind of vinegar, perhaps--as the flavor was weaker than the four plates of adobo I cheerfully enjoyed one summer outing many years ago. But it was recognizable, and that makes me really happy.
For those who are not familiar with the dish, chicken adobo is the lazy Filipino cook's best friend. It is rumored to keep indefinitely, or at least for as long as needed (which is not very long, as I can happily eat it day after day). Chicken adobo was what my mother packed into my luggage when she found out I had to go to India; bags of chicken adobo and packets of cream of mushroom soup, emergency rations for a possibly finicky stomach. Chicken adobo is a Good Thing, and learning how to cook it means I can stop buying sausages and start buying chicken. Mwahaha.
I'm going to do my grocery shopping after I do the dishes tonight. I've been keeping a list of necessities on the refrigerator door, which makes shopping far easier. I'll eventually trim this to weekly shopping, but I've come to realize that I urgently need to do some shopping if I am to have a decent breakfast and lunch tomorrow. Corn-based pitas are nice, but the cheese I have--prepackaged cheese slices selected for their cost--can only be called cheese if you stretch your imagination.
I have yet to start on the lettuce. I promised myself that I would eat one individually-sized head of lettuce a day, but so far I have not done so. Why? Perhaps I just need to mix up salad dressing. All the books I've read tell me that commercial salad dressing is an overpriced convenience and that mixing up a batch is easy.
But why do I need dressing? I used to pick leaves off the Caesar salad at Italianni's before my sister drizzled dressing over it, saying I didn't like the sour taste of dressing. Perhaps it was only because the dressing was white and creamy and looked a little bit like mayonnaise, and I still don't like plain mayonnaise. Now I will experiment with balsamic vinegar and olive oil and see how that goes.
(Perhaps I should do that for lunch tomorrow: inflict two small heads of lettuce on myself and see how well I do.)
Incidentally, my cooking misadventures draw the most comments: helpful (and conflicting!) advice on measuring rice for cooking (general consensus: it's up to you, really), recipe suggestions, shared misadventures... I should remember to post something tech-related from time to time. ;) Thank you so much for putting up with these stories! <laugh>