This weekend was, all in all, a bust. I was going to visit my mom in Cleveland, but I was too tired to go because of the late-night sysadmin stuff I did on Thursday-Friday night. My backup plan was to visit Columbus, but it turns out that a friend of mine is getting married there, and I wasn't invited, so I didn't go because everyone was going to be busy. So.. I spent most of it at home, sleeping and lazing around. I still skipped Ceremony (catching up on yet more sleep instead), but that may have been partly because of rain. The aftermath of the rain was interesting -- when it cleared up, it was sunset, and the sky turned an intense orange-yellow colour that I've almost never seen sky have before. I tried to get a photo, but like so many things involving subtle colour and light effects, cameras arn't good at capturing it. On Sunday, I hung out with Eric, doing some light shopping. I got one of Apple's new Mighty Mice.
The mighty mouse is .. interesting. The cord is too short -- much shorter than any other mouse I've seen. I think this is because it's designed to be plugged into Apple keyboards, which typically go in front of the computer and can act a bit like a USB hub. The mighty mouse is fine for them, but not so good for laptops, where using it is like playing tug of war where one doesn't want to win. Like any (modern) optical mouse, it tracks well, and the mighty mouse also feels pleasant in the hand. It looks weird -- like my desktop trackpoint mated with the last generation of Apple optical mice, and acts roughly the same. I have yet to figure out how to generate button3 events -- it naturally generates button1 and button2 events, and the trackpoint on it generates button4/5/6/7 events, depending on which way it is scrolled, but no clicks or combinations thereof will do button3, which makes it unusable on Linux for now. Someone will figure it out soon, I'm sure.
Also while at CompUSA, I got a Govideo VR4000 VHS/DVD+RW recorder. Using this, I have successfully copied two of my old tapes onto DVD, and over the next few months will be copying a lot more. The menus and similar it produces are slick -- I'm a bit surprised how full-featured the onboard software is (it still took some getting used to, but so would anything). My apartment is now a mess because I dragged all the videocasettes I want to burn to DVD into the living room, filling tables, the floor, couches, etc. When done, I will be able to get rid of almost all of them.
I am amused that when Google's language translation tools are used to translate a Japanese site, they are unable to tell the difference between a name and text, and will translate the literal meaning of everyone's name into English. With all the people who get names Englishified to "Trees Fumihiko", "Secondhand book new (kanj I can't read)", and "Chokai victory beauty", it feels almost like a more up-to-date version of Indian names like Falling Horse or Swaying Grass. I imagine if Googlefish were sufficiently well-read, it might translate my name to "Ruler of War" or similar (Patrick is a form of Patrician, meaning ruler in Latin, I think, and Gunn is a mutated form of Gunnr, which means war in old Norse). Of course, because most words in modern English are divorced enough from their original context (and original language, usually), it takes a bit of poking around to find these things out. Nowadays, I suspect babies are named what they are because it sounds good and because of connotations the parents have with other people of the same given name they've run into in life. We might imagine name-trait relations to have some kind of a subtle, complex relationship to genetic trait correlations. Hmm.
On the wedding thing, although I'm bummed not to have been invited, I guess it shouldn't come as a huge surprise given how Aug hasn't really made time to hang out when I've been visiting, or when I was still living there. Once we were pretty good friends, but I guess the reality of it is that, despite my efforts otherwise, things have drifted in other directions over time. The lack of a wedding invite wasn't so much a slap in the face as an acknowledgement that there isn't much of a friendship there anymore. The momentary slap doesn't really compare to the long, slow, rejection, and the distance involved in the latter is no doubt the cause of the former. Oh well...
That kind of thing happens though -- there are a LOT of people in my life who I've slowly fallen out of touch with, some by my hand, some by their's, but most with the understanding that people change, and proximity is needed to keep a friendship healthy. I've said goodbye to best friends a number of times, and occasionally kept in touch in some circumstances, but it's never the same as being there, and eventually that wanes to nothing. It doesn't mean that if I were ever living in the same area with them, they wouldn't likely become a good friend again. Given sufficient time, people can change enough from what they were that the old relationships wouldn't've been so close, or perhaps wouldn't've existed at all. In rare circumstances, perhaps one would get along better with past friends if chance moves them in similar directions in absentia. If I ever wed, I hope to dodge the whole mess of dealing with this, as well as avoid a lot of other hassle, by aiming to keep the wedding as small as humanly possible. Ideally, I'd just have my mom, my sisters and grandparents, the person I'm marrying, and their close family.
I still want to be married under the moon and stars, in a park somewhere. Wikipedia has an interesting article on wedding traditions.. If a big wedding were necessary for some reason, I would probably want to be highly involved in pulling elements I like from a number of traditions. I could imagine pulling the wedding itself to early evening, having a ceilidh afterwards, and having exclusively indian food. I probably would still want it in a park. Hmm.
This Thursday is when I theoretically have jury duty. I hope I don't forget. As expected, I lost the original summons, but took pictures of it so hopefully that won't be a problem.
Apparently the Gaza settlements are now evacuated. Now, the Palestinians face a far greater challenge than building a resistance movement -- building a government.
In news of the stupid,Pope fanboys are apparently willing to pay up to €8.8 million for the house in Germany where he was born. I actually think it's kind of a good thing for someone to own it -- after a few weeks, they'd probably realise that it's just another house, and become disillusioned with it, and hopefully also with being a fan in general. Being anything or anyone's "biggest fan" is, from my viewpoint, disgusting.
Also, according to Guardian Unlimited, there's a pro-war rally at BushJr's ranch in Texas. There's something strange in hearing about a "pro-war rally". Are they for war in general? (people who are against war in general seem, to my mind, to make sense, although I disagree with them) Do they believe, in some educated fashion, that BushJr's actions are for their good or the good of the world? Do they just trust him enough that they don't need to analyse it themselves? pro-war .. hmm.