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fountain pen

An iced white mocha this morning, paired with a cranberry-apple muffin. Dirty Vegas in the CD player, rated with two stars by Microsoft, but what do they know? They write code. I'd give the disc four stars at least, and I'm only halfway through it. It seems the cleaning people didn't wipe down the top of my desk last night; it still has rings where the previous week's coffee cups have rested.

Today's projects, aside from the blog, are the omnipresent mouseover map and a new design that's darker in color than its predecessors. It will feature a flash animation with a fade-slide-slide motif.

Mexico introduced an implantable chip recently, and for whatever reason, citizens of that country seem excited to be trackable. Uncle George Orwell would be so proud. Though claims for the device's usefulness in tracking medical information are intriguing, I can't get over the mental images of collared livestock or tagged wildlife. I'm sure the chip will be in vogue in a few years, with such useful abilities as unlocking car doors and personalizing advertisements on the streets. I'm reminded of the movie "Minority Report", and I can only imagine how easy it would be to corrupt a tracking technology that can't be easily removed. It would be hilarious if the thing set off metal detectors at the airport.

I register for my classes today, 15 units of them at least. I should take at least 18 units, so I'll have to crash some undoubtedly horrible class. It looks like I'll be taking Accounting, Finance, a Social History class, Political Science, and Global Systems. It seems logical to take Anthropology as well, since it fills a few requirements and fits decently with my Tuesday-Thursday schedule. That leaves the other days conveniently free for student government, work with RezCon, and of course homework and studying.

I'm very excited to get back to San Diego. It'll be nice to have my own place, and all that. John promises to come down, which will be fun.

I'm actually writing this on paper, since I refilled my fountain pen, and I love writing with it. However, I'm running out of sheet, so I need to end this one here.

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