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Can't I think of anything to say that isn't hopeless recondite or just petty bitching? Consider this a test.
- Last meal at the nearest Japanese restaurant to work, I think. I don't know that I could quite roll better sushi myself, but I know enough to demand that, at those prices, someone should be. Small portions, insipid flavours, intrusive service--goddamn did it make me wish I worked within striking distance of Oysy. People in the Loop! You owe yourselves a special lunch there. I know you don't have all damn afternoon to walk down to 900 S. Boul Mich so splurge for a cab. Their lunch specials are an absolute steal and, if my Monday-afternoon trip was any indication, they're not at all crowded after about 1:30 p.m.
- Following in our long tradition of being on the trailing edge of hot technology,
monshu has finally procured for me an iPod Mini. So far, I'm liking it a lot although a few design decisions puzzle me:
- You can only charge it through a computer? How convenient is that? Very, if you carry around a laptop or return home every night; not so much if, say, you're on vacation for a week (which is when I suspect I'll be making the most use of mine).
- I need to return to the top-level menu to turn on the backlight? What gives! The reason I'm turning on the backlight is so I can navigate the menus in the first place.
- My other new acquisitions--with the notable exception of that Chinese music CD--have chiefly been books. In particular,
monshu found an abridged bilingual edition of 西游記--with pictures! The English text is brief and colourless compared to the Chinese, so I've plenty of incentive to read the latter, but I can always fall back on the former (not to mention my own knowledge of the story) for the gist. The language is a curious mix of Modern Standard and Literary Chinese, with archaicisms like 道 for "say" (something I've only seen in Classical works) sidling up next to 那兒, which is so 北京話 it hurts my ears!
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