I've decided to start drinking on nights that I have to work. What use is the
brain in that situation anyway? In between bursts of bulk emails, I have also
been working on the Ireland pictures
not long now. It always takes longer
when you decide that all pictures from Limerick should be captioned with a limerick
Hm, what rhymes with Guinness?
Tonight I had a dinner of reheated BBQ at 1am. I cracked open a Warsteiner
peeled open a Ziploc back of frozen pork, and opened the valve on the stove. As
soon as I dumped the meat into the pot, it began to hiss. "What am I doing
warming over pork at 1am?," is all I could think. I picked up the specifications
for the Rijndael
cipher block algorithm and sat on the floor beside the stove. There are a great
number of outcomes that derive from the exact same state of affairs; that is life's
lesson offered by cryptography. What the hell am I doing reading about cryptography?
And how can that possibly coincide with the Selected
Writings of Gertrude Stein