Posted By kdfrawg on June 8, 2010

When the race goes most often to the shallow and the loud, when integrity and ethics matter not, is it acceptable to resign the field and walk away? When all around is wilderness and Philistines, is there any point in staying the course? When the windmills are covered in advertising, should not one put away the rusty armor and lance, and walk alongside the horse in search of cool, still waters?

What point is served when my ears are deafened by self-blown horns, my scruples are sullied by the narcissistic minority which feels that manufactured cool is the only meaningful end, my mind is besieged by those whose best efforts are aimed at glorifying themselves while demeaning others, my intelligence is insulted by the eighty percent who do nothing of import, and can only venerate the boastful and self-important?

It is clear that I was  born in the wrong century, or the wrong dimension, or the wrong universe. I value intelligence, quiet competence, unadvertised charity, the pragmatic, the esoteric, quality over quantity, building up over tearing down, a logical left brain, a creative right brain, and balance. I am certain that my value is minimal when compared to the universe at large. I know that I can control only myself, and that only with difficulty.

It is not that I am spectacularly unworthy. It is rather that I am conscious of my relative worth, understand upon reflection that I am but a tiny speck of protoplasm, short-lived and consigned to a backwater. I aspire to ignore the pompous and the asinine, to pity the builders of shrines to themselves, to lament the sheep who can only follow, and to deplore the arrogant who feel qualified to lead.

Knowing that I am a relatively competent human being, even though that counts for little in the grand scheme, should be its own reward. Observing the loud, the arrogant, and the self-righteous for what they are should insure my understanding of the rewards of the fool, and give some comfort to life in a minor eddy. However, among my many failings is the occasional need to cry out in the darkness, to lament the status quo, to climb back aboard the sway-backed steed and to fly the banner of reason.

Those sorties are short-lived, at best, because the pretenders are legion and I am but one, too proud to capitulate, too stupid to retire with grace. With wisdom, I would negate the advice of John Donne, pare my life to the minimum, retire to an island, and pull up the drawbridge for good and foever. When you have sought everywhere, and belong nowhere, lonely discretion may be the better part of vainglorious valor.

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Tags: Late Night, Musing, Philosophy, Ponder, Thought

Posted By kdfrawg on July 15, 2009

If you are reading this, you are spending at least some time on the internet, living in the virtual world. Almost by definition, the virtual world is much broader than our physical world, or at least there is much more of it accessible at one time. That is one of the things that makes it so seductive. There are more available people, more available things, more available information, more available everything within easy reach on the Web than there is in our normal 3D lives.

Although we have access to that specific kind of “more” on the internet, you lose as much in richness of experience as you gain in variety. You can “see” the Mona Lisa, or The Scream, on the Web, thousands of times. But none of those times include the experience of breathing the air, or drinking in the sights of the museum, of experiencing the entirety of the feeling of the place and activity surrounding the painting.

If you are researching something, you get words and photographs that are several steps removed from the experience surrounding your subject. You can “see” the mountain, but you cannot smell or feel the air. You can “see” the surface of the planet, but you cannot have the experience of traveling there, or feeling your weight change in a different gravity. You can “watch” a video of a play, but not feel the intimacy intended by the author, seeing and hearing the actors as they move and speak in three dimensions in space you share with them.

For better or for worse, the same differences in the parameters of the virtual and physical worlds hold true for those people with whom we interact only on line. There is some reality, just as we can see the basic shapes and some of the detail in the Mona Lisa as you view it in 2D on your monitor. And, as with the Mona Lisa, you miss the three dimensional details of how the paint was applied, and how the actual light of the physical space plays over the colors used by the master.

Similarly, we miss most of the fine structure of the people with whom we interact only in two dimensions. We miss the body language. We miss the cast of their eyes. We miss the pheromones which should be floating between us as we speak, We miss all of the little nuances that mean the difference between the truth and lies. We miss all of the little things that make the experience personal and real.

And that works two ways. We know that we are not going to have to actually physically touch a person in order to send them a virtual hug. We give many more hugs on line than in person. When the relative of an on-line friend dies and we express our sorrow, we know that we are not going to have to cook a casserole and take it over to the house. We will never have to make good on our sympathetic offers of help, because there is rarely anything that we can do at our far remove. This basic unreality applies in both directions, and colors everything we do in our on-line-only relationships. This situation is not alleviated greatly by hearing a voice, or seeing a photo or videos.

As with research, we get a lot of the bare facts but none of the experience. People are generally less inhibited on line, and will tell you more (and more intimate) things about themselves. At the same time, you learn less about them because they do not have to look you in the eye as they speak or, for that matter, avoid doing so.  Nor are you ever likely to tell their mother, or their co-workers. Of course, that does not really matter because you are not really there, either. The experiences are on a par with looking at a picture of a puppy on line and that of playing with a puppy in the park. They are nowhere near the same, on any level, emotional or logical.

None of that should detract from the pleasure derived from online experiences with people, as long as we understand the differnces. Those experience can be interesting. At the same time, whether or not they are “real” lies in the minds of the beholders. And that “reality” is changing with every sub-generation, as people become more and more used to interacting on line. They are losing, slowly but surely, what it means to interact with actual people, substituting virtual people for reality.

All of us do this to some extent, getting lost in virtual space, pretending that all those online experiences are somehow real, as if they were occurring among physical people on our living rooms. They are not, of course. That does not mean that they are bad. That simply means that we must keep the differences in mind, every time we interact on line. When we pretend that someone on line is as well known to us as our friends in 3D life, we are doing both groups a disservice.

As I said first in 1976, “Reality is that set of circumstances that we find most concrete at the moment.” On line reality has it’s own set of parameters, different than those of reality in the non-virtual world. Not better, not worse, just different. As we move between our different realities, we would do well to remember that some are more real than others, and to govern ourselves (and our minds) accordingly.

What do you think?

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Posted By kdfrawg on July 11, 2009

Plurktalk is a weekly live videocast that I do with several of my friends from Plurk. There’s more about it at this link. The first hour or two of the show is fun, joking around and personal stuff, mainly. Recently, we have been staying late into the night, often until one or two in the morning, talking about serious things, like what makes guys act like guys and gals act like gals? Are we what we are, in the main, due to nature or nurture? You know, things like that. There are not many of us that late, and we are not looking for a lot of new participants at this time. It gets complicated enough as it is.

For the show on July 22, I am going to try an experiment. We are going to read a text and form our discussion loosely around the parts of the text that strike each of us as being the most important and meaningful. Those will probably be different parts. That’s what makes this so much fun.

The text is the final book by Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country, published after his death. It is a short, direct, to the point text that discusses every facet of our society as it exists today. Whether you agree with it or not, it is astonishingly intelligent and thought-provoking. The people that will be participating in the discussion will, of course, need to read the book. That would be helpful for those who just want to watch the ensuing mayhem and participate in the chat room, as well.

So far, the discussion panel on camera will be made up of myself, @pritcharddesign, and @Willfall. If you wish to participate in the discussion, you must be able to stay awake for the hours between 10:00 pm Central on June 22 and 1:00 am on June 23. You must read the book noted above. And you must be willing to appear on camera. If you think you would like to do this, send me a private plurk and I’ll think about it. No guarantees. Stickam gets way laggy with too many people on video.

Everyone is more than welcome to come to the first couple of hours of the show as usual, on or off camera and in the chat room. The chat room will definitely remain open during the Late Night portion, and you are welcomed to participate fully with us in that way, to comment at will and help us discuss the issues in that way. We will all be watching the chat window. That is how the big kids usually do it, I’m told. Still, only the selected few will be able to be on video or on microphone. If this works out, I’d like to have different guests on video each time we do a themed show, in addition to the usual panelists. We would love to have you on the show. The last few discussions have been fascinating. This one promises to be even better, and livelier.

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Tags: Late Night, Philosophy, Plurktalk, Society, Vonnegut

Posted By kdfrawg on July 9, 2009

Plurkfood began life quite a while ago, went like gangbusters for a while, and then just lost it’s heartbeat. It has been a long time since a recipe came in (Wow! One came in today!) It has also been a long time since we have pushed the site. I think there is a limit to how much personal aggrandizement one can do without becoming a spammer of sorts.

Above all else in life, I despise the huge pointless egos and the terminally self-involved persons and personalities that surround us everywhere: in politics, in entertainment, in sports, in our personal lives, and yes, on Plurk. I feel like I am wearing out my welcome for the site on which I am writing this post. I have plurked about it every day for a week or so and am sure people are getting tired of hearing about it.

When Laura and I started Plurkfood, it was supposed to be a collaborative effort of sorts. I have thousands of recipes, almost all of which I have tried, and revised and tried again. Certainly, no one is interested in those.  The idea was to rely upon our fellow plurkers to tell us what they liked to eat, and that other plurkers would be interested in that.

As long as we promoted the site, the recipes kept rolling in. When we stopped, the recipes stopped. When they stopped, the site went into a deep coma, from which it has not yet awoken, unless you count that one recipe today. We hate to bomb the timeline with plurks asking for your recipes. I also hate to let it die, if only because I still think that we had a good idea.

So, what do you think we should do?

There aren’t a lot of people reading this post, maybe 30-35 a day on average. So your feedback will stand out from the silence. Should we start it back up again? Should we beg for recipes? Should we recruit co-editors and let them have access to the site to add recipes? Should we post our own recipes and food experiences? Or should we do something completely different?

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Tags: Plurk, Plurkfood, Spam

Posted By kdfrawg on July 8, 2009

As many of you probably know, I own the domain name Plurkiverse and have published a Web site by that name. I bought the name and put the site up during a very short hiatus between blogging-for-dollars gigs (the tech blog site went broke!), when I was at loose ends. I loved Plurk immediately, the first time I laid eyes on it, and knew that I had to get involved in some way that was more than just being another subscriber. So I started the Plurkiverse site and did some posts.

Then, for better or worse, it dawned upon me that Plurk was the perfect place for online conversations and I was writing an online monologue, instead! That philosophical conundrum made little sense to me, and my posts at Plurkiverse became less frequent, then finally just petered out altogether. I have never gotten back to writing posts for Plurkiverse, and there is the tiniest uncomfortable tingling of guilt in the back of my mind because of it.

Still, I would much rather have a conversation than perform a monologue, especially where Plurk is concerned, since the conversation can take place on what would be the object of the monologue! If you happen by to look at my numbers, you will note that I spend a bit of time on Plurk (how else could you amass almost 140,000 responses?) and any time that I write about writing about Plurk would take away from the time that I am able to spend there.

Still, there is that guilty itch. I think of things every time I am on Plurk that would make a good Plurkiverse column. Some of those things are funny or silly, some of them would wind up being very controversial, and others would be deadly serious, indeed. Some part of me wants to write those posts, and another part of me wants to leave the site to grow and evolve on its own, without even the tiny influence that I could have on that organic process. The result is that I honestly don’t know whether I should continue to write about Plurk or not.

What do you think?

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Posted By kdfrawg on July 7, 2009

In speaking with a friend last night, I wondered what sort of name I should give to posts that have little to do with business, or with ?talents?, or even with sites or services. More like the post titled 101 things about me, but generally more contemplative. I, the writer, was searching for a word, but the visual artist was the person who supplied it. The word was “Musings.”

This then, is a meta-muse, or a muse about musing. A musing can be defined as a calm, lengthy, intent consideration done in a reflective manner. Musings are what allow us to model the world around us and to deal with that world according to our objectives, plans, ends, and desires. They are our thoughts about the universe, its inhabitants and processes, and our place in that mix. I plan to write any number of those. Our musings are us, are our essence, disembodied.

Why are morning and evening light the best lights for painting or taking photographs? Why are relationships so complicated? Why is mortality both certain and mystifying? How many Malaysian native warriors can dance on the head of a snare drum? Why is there really air? Why do our minds play the tricks they do in a misguided attempt to protect us, when in truth that effort usually does us ill? Why are we here at all, and and why should we not resign en masse?

You know, those sort of things.

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Tags: 101 things, Contemplate, Life, Musing, Ponder, purpose, Thought, Writing

Posted By kdfrawg on July 6, 2009

I have alluded herein to being a writer. That has even brought comments, suggestions, and the idea (freely given by a wonderful person) that I use this blog as a vehicle to push my writing career along. So here is yet another post about writing, which may or may not be more interesting or better written than my previous post, that about having too many blue denim shirts.

Although I consider myself, now, to be a writer of fiction, that is almost certainly problematic. Other forms of writing, however give me a usable rationale, I believe, to say that I am a professional writer and be at least partially correct. Let’s look at a few of those before we come back to fiction.

I have written thousands of pages of non-fiction in pursuit of business goals, both mine and those of others. I have written reams of technical prose, including software and project documentation, again for myself and others. All of that has been for pay, one way or another. So I suppose that I have proven that I am a competent professional technical writer.

I am a blogger, which is to say (in my case) a short non-fiction writer, at a couple of levels. I have written hundreds of posts for my own blogs, with no thought of success or financial return. That’s not why I wrote them, nor is it why I write the posts here. I do it simply for the joy of expressing myself, of trying to say something about the world.

I also write technical columns in return for money. I’ve been doing that for quite a while, starting at itsbadbusiness.com, continuing on to BestBizWare.com, and now writing in a number of sections of the tech site Blorge.com. I don’t know what the total column count is, but I tend to write about sixty columns per month, so it is probably well over a thousand. I guess, since they are still sending money, I must be a professional blogger, another form of professional writer.

I have written a fair amount of poetry. The less said about that the better. If you wish to know why I feel that is the case, I refer you to: a frawg poem. That is fairly old, but I have not gotten much better. I am distinctly not a professional poet.

I am currently writing a non-fiction book, my first. It is about the tension between a society less than 100 years away from steam power and teams of horses, in stark contrast to a highly technical world in which technical complexity doubles every eighteen months. I have already had agents bite on that book, so I am sure it will sell. It is a salable property and idea, though it will never make anybody a lot of money. I would probably do almost as well to self-publish it.

Now we are back to the fiction. I have written two novels and begun a third. I have had a number of interested agents on the first, which is of the thriller genre, fiction written around an autobiographical core. A number if literary agents like it, but say that it is almost impossible for an unknown author to break in today because the publishing business is in such a state of upheaval. That may be true, or that may be a not unkind way to reject me. I have refused thus far to take advances on a book which may not be immediately publishable.

The second is a work of hard science fiction. It is probably salable, even today, because most of the sci-fi agents are inundated with fantasy. I refuse to write a book in which any plot problem can be solved by the sudden appearance of elves. The scarcity of my sort of work, and a backlog of older readers of Asimov and Niven, give it a good chance. Unfortunately, immediately after I finished it, the initial scientific premise was solved in a slightly different way than I wrote it, so it needs some rewriting.

The third, started but not finished, is also based on a core of fact (my father’s life), the story of three children orphaned during the depression and the later results of the scars of youth. I have, perhaps, another dozen or so treatments that would work as novels. Still, only two have been written to date, and I have not cashed a check for either. That is why I am not sure if I am a professional novelist or not. I have written novels, but have not taken money for them yet. I will leave it up to the reader to come up with a usable definition of “professional novelist” in this context.

Still, by most definitions, I am a professional writer. I probably will add a section of pages to this site for the use of self-promotion, although that is an activity at which I am abysmal. I will even consider putting some of my fiction on line, although I will need to do so only in part, and behind a membership firewall, to keep the agents and publishers happy. I know something about that, since I am also the editor in chief of a Web-zine.

So, I guess I do indeed scribble, all the time and with a certain purpose. As I said in another post, it is what I have always wanted to do. I may need some new territory to explore, though. Any suggestions?

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Tags: Blog, Fiction, Non-Fiction, Novel, Tech, writer, Writing

Posted By kdfrawg on July 5, 2009

I was just at my uploads page on Youtube, where these videos blogs actually live, and I noticed thereon what I had previously noticed in real life. Sometimes it appears as if I wear the same shirt several days in a row. Yeah, I’m a guy, but I’m not that much of a guy. I own more than seven shirts, and I wash at least every seventh day, so you need not think that I am just selecting my least dirty shirt every day.

I am, however, enough of a guy that I like blue, and especially that I like blue denim. When I came across a spectacular sale on denim short-sleeved shirts with button-down collars, I was in heaven. All of my shirt needs could be met for a mere $6.50 per shirt! So I purchased three. I try very hard to line up those shirts that are in season and therefore eligible for wearing in the closet in the order I should wear them at the end of wash day.

In looking at the vlog thumbnails on Youtube, I realized that I am still sometimes grabbing shirts out of order. And when I do, it is almost invariably the blue denim shirts that I grab. When I wash in the middle of the week, I have noticed that there is always a blue denim shirt or two in the mix. I’m not sure what that says about me except maybe that I aspire to be the blue version of Johnny Cash’s black. Silly though, as I have no discernible talent.

Anyway, all those blue shirts are not dirty. They just match my 501s so well, I guess. Worse, if I were to find those shirts again in something like my size, I would buy more. Maybe what I should do is take them in and have a white number monogrammed on each pocket, you know, like one through seven. That would at least let me wear them without fear of consternation.

I generally don’t give a damn what other people think. Still, I guess I don’t want folks thinking that my shirt hygiene sucks. So, if I happen to appear again in videos on consecutive days wearing a blue denim shirt, please bear with me. I am but a simple man, and I wear but simple clothing, when possible. And button-fly jeans and denim shirts are the simplest clothes in town.

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Tags: Blue, Shirts, Vlog

Posted By kdfrawg on July 4, 2009

I have always loved sunsets, and have arranges to live in places with a good view of them, especially views that included the Pacific ocean. Here are a few of the thousands and thousands of sunset photos that have enriched my life. Click on the thumbnail for a larger view.

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Tags: Photos, Sunsets

Posted By kdfrawg on July 3, 2009

There was a rage a while ago to reveal, 6, or 10, or 15 things about oneself. I am nothing if not an over-achiever, and nothing if not random. Therefore, what follows are 101 random things about moi, in no particular order, primarily without context, and in very little order of any kind.  There are updates, by the numbers, at the bottom. Thanks for asking, though.

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1. I am the only member of the Frawgish race.
2. I became a half-orphan in 1992.
3. I have been ejected from the continent of Europe.
4 .I have several pins helping to keep me together.
5. I was once a Viking.
6. I own a tailhook.
7. I read every non-fiction book in my elementary school library.
8. I once yielded to stress and shot a telephone.
9. I did rodeo for several years but never learned to rope worth a crap.
10. I was once a monarch.
11. I once dropped conversational French because I could not get my mouth to make those sounds.
12. I programmed for 35 years and never took a programming class.
13. I once fell three stories off a roof into a rock garden.
14. I have a brother five years younger and a sister five years older.
15. I went to a high school that would not let guys take typing. I’m still bad at that.
16. I had a career as a safety engineer between careers in the software development business.
17. I had the only Austin Healy 3000 in Nebraska for a short while.
18. At age eight, I buried a time capsule in the bank of the Missouri near a power plant in north Omaha. I have no idea what was in it and don’t really care.
19. I have driven non-stop from Pensacola, FL to Portland, OR, except for gas and coffee stops.
20. I inherited a single oddly arched great toenail from my father.
21. My last name should be VanderHeident.
22. I like to write poetry but kind of suck at it.
23. My favorite color is blue. I’m a guy. My dryer lint is blue.
24. I once lived in San Francisco and worked in Philadelphia.
25. I got my first real job at 13.
26. I have been been drinking espresso since 1973, mainly mochas.
27. A man named George Horni used to build engines for me. His girlfriend would not marry him because she refused to become Tammi Horni.
28. I like to read plays aloud, especially Shakespeare but will try most any of them…
29. I have written two novels and begun a third.
30. I earn part of my living writing blog posts on technical subjects.
31. I live an interesting two years in Geneva, Switzerland.
32. I love to paint, especially abstracts of southwestern scenes, but have not done anything new for several years.
33. I played football for 10 years, seven years as a fullback.
34. I owned an ugly green big Chevy Blazer known as Thunder Truck for 19 years and almost 400,000 miles. It had a Horni racing engine with 650 horsepower and just over 700 foot pounds of torque. In low range, it would pull the gates off hell.
35. During the time I had the Blazer, I bought and sold maybe 20 other cars.
36. I was one of the first 50 people to sign up for the CompuServe Information Service in 1980.
37. I still own the 150/300 baud accoustic coupler that I first used on CompuServe, hooked first to a Heathkit home-brew system, then a very ritzy Radio Shack TRS-80.
38. I have a largish collection of frog items, sent to me by a wide variety of people, most of whom met me on the internet.
39. I had an IBM 360/25 as my first personal computer.
40. I love being places where my license plate does not match everyone else’s.
41. I love reading and books, an ingrained habit acquired well before the advent of popular television, which may be why I prefer the former to the latter.
42. I will hate it when real books are no longer common, but will probably live to see it.
43. Most of my forbears on my fathers side, from which I have the most obvious genes, lived to be quite old, many well over 100.
44. Like many people, I feel that there is entirely too little available time in comparison to the number of available books.
45. My favorite development project used sonar to do quality assurance on General Electric industrial diamonds.
46. That was the most software I ever wrote for a project, a bit more that 2 million lines of Pascal (not my idea) and assembly language.
47. I have a Springer Spaniel named Tucker the Weird Dawg, a rescue dog with a great personality to make up for a low dawgie IQ.
48. I stopped smoking on June 18, 2004.
49. I almost refuse to wear clothing with someone’s advertising on it.
50. Much of the time, I am listening to my (currently) 893 favorite tracks, on shuffle.
51. I once unknowingly landed a C-47 on half the required main landing gear. Big mistake.
52. I have been Kermit D. Frawg on line since 1981.
53. I really enjoy cinnamon toast.
54. I once paid almost $3000 for a 1 megabyte Winchester disk drive.
55. Most of my life, I have been able to get by on four hours of sleep a night.
56. I did not like Chinese food before I moved to San Francisco in 1970. That quickly changed.
57. My favorite meals ever were abalone steaks, which have become quite rare and hard to get.
58. I was a drug counselor for the YMCA in California.
59. I moved back to the midwest after the Bay Area became too full for my taste, measured by being unable to easily find a parking space at Safeway in the mid-afternoon on a week day.
60. I worked my way back to Kansas from California doing entrepreneurial software projects in Palm Desert, Las Vegas, and Austin, TX.
61. I am an avid photographer and once made part of my living taking photos, mainly for magazines and textbooks.
62. My sister taught me to read, starting with the funnies, and I had graduated to real books before I was 4 years old.
63. I spend way too much time on Plurk.
64. I loved living in Moss Beach, CA more than any other place I have lived.
65. I am the proud owner of an internally lit pink flamingo.
66. I once owned a gay male dog.
67. I love devils food cake with dark chocolate frosting.
68. I own every book written by Frederik Pohl, many of which are autographed first editions.
69. My first car, purchased in Omaha for $25 in 1963, was a 1947 Chevrolet coupe with an odd dent in the left rear fender. I found that exact car on a used classics lot in San Mateo, CA in 1982, for sale for $5,500. I had given it to a friend.
70. I was born in Omaha, NE and left as soon as I reasonably could.
71. I once owned a company that built homes and did commercial remodels in Omaha, and did a large remodel job on Henry Fonda’s home.
72. I lived most of my life in the San Francisco Bay area, mainly down the coast below the city.
73. I went to school on a National Merit scholarship. I’m not all that bright but I was one hell of a test taker.
74. I commuted between San Francisco and Columbus, OH every two weeks, on average, for almost three years, in Thunder Truck at first, then via the Delta Airline and Screen Door Company.
75. I had very wavy hair until I had cancer surgery and now it is almost straight.
76. Last time I filled out an IT knowledge questionnaire, I found that I could write code in 20-odd programming languages.
77. I love physics and the associated sciences.
78. I have an underdeveloped sense of my own importance in relation to the universal scope of things, probably with good reason.
79. I love horses almost as much as dogs.
80. I used to build furniture, but stopped several years ago. I don’t know why.
81. My cursive writing is so bad that I print everything, almost, but can do that quite neatly.
82. I really like Oreos, but think that natural almonds are my favorite all-around snack.
83. I have had very few nicknames, but was called “Rowdy” for a while late and just after college.
84. I love classical music but have been too lazy to amass a good collection of it.
85. I regularly wear out the “N” key on a keyboard first.
86. I have had the same cell phone, an old Motorola Razr, for well over two years.
87. I moonlighted as a sous chef for a few months while a friend’s shattered leg healed.
88. I had a friend named Russell that was the last train robber ever arrested in California.
89. I once hired a programmer called Big Frog even though he told me up front that he refused to work on days when the moon would be waxing gibbous. It proved a good decision.
90. I love to cook, mainly French, Italian, and Cajun, but will try most anything.
91. That said, I am not a very good baker.
92. For some reason which I cannot explain very well, my current favorite food is Drunken Noodles with chicken, medium hot, from Zen Zero in downtown Lawrence, KS.
93. I was on the board of directors for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society for four years.
94. My left leg is almost an inch shorter than my right leg.
95. That came from a bone condition called osteomyelitus and kept me out of the Naval Academy, to my great relief and my father’s great consternation.
96. One of my most prized current possessions is a container of pure maple syrup.
97. I delivered meals to AIDS patients in San Francisco for several years.
98. The music of Django Reinhardt  captivates me.
99. I moved from Windows to OS X on a 15” MacBook Pro six months ago and am quite pleased that I did.
100. I started with Windows in 1986 and put up with Microsoft until 2008. I am a patient man.
101. I met many of my friends in the last 25 years on the internet. Most of them call me Kermit.

Updates:

#27. This has been solved by the simple expedient of her not taking his last name.
#42. I have acquired the Kindle ebook software for my iPhone and find that I really enjoy the convenience.
#47. Tucker the Weird Dawg died in March of 2009. Story here.
#50. There are now 894 favorite tracks. It takes a lot to make the cut.
#75. Some of the wave is coming back.
#78. I am learning that more and more people share this opinion.
#86. I have procured an iPhone.

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