Today, I hit up Casa di Pizza two get two slices of the last truly enjoyable bready thing I'll get to have for the next eight days. Once pesach starts, it'll be no more bread and eight days of a boring dry cracker that reminds me of the fact that my ancestors had to high-tail it out of Egypt.

To go off on a tangent, it's kinda of strange that in a city with so many pizza joints like Buffalo it's so hard to find a place where a single person can sit down and quickly get an individual slice of pizza with exactly what they want on it that hasn't been sitting in a warmer for 12 hours and do so without involving wait staff. It's like you're expected to buy an entire pie if you want it your way, and you're usually expected to bring it home. If I had a dime for every time I've gone into a place wanting a slice of plain-cheese non-pork pizza only to be told "sorry, there's only what we have in the warmer", I'd have a lot of dimes. It's actually one of my biggest gripes about living in Buffalo. There are a very few places I've found in Buffalo that meet all my criteria, but they're few and far between.

Back home in civilization North Carolina, we had lots of locally owned (i.e. not Sbarro) places that filled in the function of fast-food restaurants where you could reasonably go out on a lunch break and get a slice that had whatever you wanted on it, and it was always shoved into the oven and served piping hot.

As I can't get what I want up here, I don't eat pizza too often, save for the once a month at the Buffalo PHP meetup at Casa di Pizza. This is probably a good thing, given my family history of cholesterol problems. But it's ironic that when I visit back home, the thing that I want more than anything is not biscuits or sweet tea, but pizza.

After having driven a rental 2+ weeks after getting my car totalled in an accident, I now have another car, a Subaru Forester. I wanted something that handled well in snow and had AWD (like a SUV), had lots of space to put stuff in case I ever had to move (like a SUV), that wouldn't guzzle gas (unlike a SUV), and had thoughtful and intellgent design in its interior and lots of compartments to put stuff (unlike just about everyone else). This actually narrowed down my choices quite a bit. After I drove home from the dealership saturday, I christened the vehicle with the Bedouin Soundclash CD I've wanted to get for months (after hearing them over and over again on Canadian radio).

Me and the GF haven't spoken for 2 weeks after the falling out. I guess that the statute of limitations on my being in a relationship has passed. Strangely enough, you can only have enough cycles of break-up/get back together before you start to feel less and less sad and more and more like "jeez, this is really stupid".

I had a good time with (e:vincent) and his friends last night. It was the first time that I had ever been to Mohawk place, and I should say that it now is tied with Diablo in my "funnest bar" rankings. Lotta cool music, lotta cute and slightly offbeat girls. Nice place. While I didn't think that the "stupider room" was that terrible, I'd agree that the music wasn't that hot (it was a jukebox) and question the value of musical democracy in a watering hole.

And finally, I've gotten most of my passover shopping done. I have at least enough bread of afflication for 4-6 days worth of affliction.

I often have the habit of writing parodies of songs for no apparent reason. Several years ago, I started writing a parody of the Rodgers and Hammerstein's "do-re-mi" from the Sound of Music that mixed totally unrelated computer terminology together. I was stuck in a traffic jam and the idea just kind of hit me. When I set my own silly words to existing songs I tend to suffer from writer's block when I think them up, because I can't think of enough good stuff that rhymes; I usually end up revisiting what I've written several years later, when some idea about how to make things fit together hits me straight of the blue (usually from the same stupid place I got the idea to write the song in the first place). This particular parody was especially challenging, though, because in addition to stuff rhyming, I also had to think of computer terminology that fit well with the song. Well, last night I finished, and as I really don't have anywhere better to post this, I might as well post it to what I'm currently using as my diary.

(With apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein)

do, a loop, a do-while loop
ray, it is a thing you trace
me, an applescript reference
"fa", the first two characters of face
.so, a shared library object
-la, will link to a.so
tee, you pipe to grep and sed
And now we're looping back to do


And that is my silly little accomplishment for the week.

I had a great time at the party, and was cool to finally meet (e:museumchick) and (e:ingrid) in person. By some circumstance I didn't run into (e:james), but I hope to at the next event. (e:uncutsaniflush) and I probably didn't solve (e:vycious)'s FTP problem, but it was fun trying.
I also have a mild case of geek envy for (e:paul)'s nokia device, but I'm going to try and hold off buying one myself because I'm supposed to be buying an iPhone for work and my gtk skills are a little rusty.

Thanks to PMT for hosting another great party!

A week ago, I write about how much I love that my girlfriend is up here.

Tonight, we discuss on the phone that we're not right for each other and that maybe we should break up.

Life's kinda ironic that way.

I seem to be the latest victim in the round of car accidents happening to peeps. I got in one this afternoon after work. Everyone's still alive and breathing, though my car is pretty well smashed up and I may have to be shopping for a new one in the recent future.

I had imagined a more traditional first "honey I'm home" greeting for my currently visiting girlfriend (as opposed to "guess why I'm home so early and why I haven't returned with the car"). Well, I guess everyone can't be Ricky Ricardo.

Hell has frozen over and the woman is up from NC visiting me.

I finally bit the bullet and paid a substantial sum of money to join the elite club of A D C (A pple D eveloper C onnection), because if I want to get a machine in the near future, I can either choose to get the hardware discount that official developers get (which is offset by the exhorbitent membership that costs exactly the same amount as the developer hardware discount) or pay full price and get no membership at all. With membership, I get access to interesting stuff that I can't legally talk about but may prove useful in the future. In a sane world, work would pay for this membership and pay to send me to W W D C. Oh well, c'est la vie.

Yeah, it's kinda stupid I don't have anything better or more eventful to write about and resort to talking about geeky stuff. But I'm working towards the "100+" lettering on my userpic.

The good news for today is that the CEO of the company I work for congratulated me on the job I did with the database, telling me that I did a fantastic job and did more in one year than the three other guys before me did in two years. I actually never thought I'd hear him say it and that he would take a more "grudging acceptance" approach. That kind of threw me off guard, but I have put so much of myself into this project and have made so many sacrifices to move up here and get the database working, I felt I had it coming (in a not "pop-squish-six-ahuh-cicero-lipschitz" kinda way.

Which brings me to my next point.

Yesterday was my 1-year aniversary of living in Buffalo. One year ago from yesterday, I finished my epic trek from North Carolina and arrived at the hole in the wall that my current employer had put me up in. The next day, I would embark on what was basically a programmer's suicide mission trying to get what everyone else would consider a hopeless cause up and running.

I remember silly little things about my initial arrival. Like that I hadn't gotten stuck in the snow on my way up like I feared, until the last 20 feet of driveway at the hotel that the hotel owner didn't shovel. Or that the hotel cable system didn't let me watch Robot Chicken but had 24 hours of unscrambled porn that actually got boring pretty quickly.

I also remember the "first set of eyes" phenommenon that took place when first saw Richmond ave. I don't know how other people perceive objects, but the appearance of an object or person the first time I see it is totally different from that object or person once I've grown used it it or them. When I first walked down Richmond ave, it looked so enormous, especially considering the brutally cold wind that made the distance back to my warm car seem that much longer. The area of buffalo seemed hip, but at the same time I told myself "living in a city sucks. It'll be just like you imagined NYC, you'll have a small apartment that will feel totally cramped with all your stuff--but will feel less so after half your stuff is stolen out of it in a manner befitting big city crime." I couldn't see why anyone would want to live in a big northern city, but looking back on it, I'm happy that I was saved from the dreary existence in West Seneca that I was originally contemplating. Today, I see Richmond and the surrounding area with a different set of eyes; everything looks much smaller and more more homey. I don't see it as big, freezing and ominous to walk down during the winter but rather as beautiful to walk down during a mild summer day. And I have the whole entire top half of a house! Compared to my previous 500 sq ft in raleigh it's definately an improvement.

I also recall the enormous battle I've had to wage to settle in my house. For two weeks I fought a pitched room-to-room battle in my house to win the war of privacy. Blinds had to be put up everywhere to keep myself non-visible from the neighbors windows four feet away, and only until the entire indoors was cloaked did I feel I could relax. I'm actually still fighting battles to make my house more livable, but it's now settled into a war of attrition; I find more and more things I forgot to bring up from NC and I have to spend considerable time and sums of money hunting them down and replacing them. I've somehow furnished my apartment as well, despite fantasies of having a bare, blank room all to myself. And don't even get me started about all the bullsh*t one has to deal with when living in an old house in Buffalo--lack of three prong power outlets, no insulation, no true central air or A/C, etc. I've dealt with most of that stuff, but damn, doing so was a pain in the butt.

Feeling the absence of long time family and friends goes without saying. I've moved to a city where I didn't know a soul. I've worked a lot on changing that, but I still miss everyone from back home. The most difficult experience by far was the on-and-off again relationship with a girlfriend from NC. We had one fight and breakup after the other, largely due to unresolved stuff from before I moved, plus her discomfort with the distance and my fear of any number of bad situations I'd be put into if I went back home to the unresolved stuff. In addition to all the other difficulties I've faced in finding women up here was the spectre of fidelity that dogged every encounter with the opposite sex. In spite of my feeling that I had been sold out by "the other side" so many times on many issues, I never once cheated. While I probably am Buffalo's most pathetic excuse for a "guy", I tried my best to be a decent man.

Finally, I've managed to stay alive despite the fact that everyone back home I could have called on to save my ass in an emergency is 700 miles away. This is in no small part due to the enormous paranoia I feel about such sticky situations, always having to plan at least 10 steps ahead of everyone born and raised here with family here. It's enormously stressing that I have to watch my back this much, but I'm proud that I've done okay so far.

In summary, I think I've done close to the best I could do up here, and I've done a hell of a lot up here in just a year.

Now for the random footnotes:

Behold, the savage irony that I have to move up here for a job from a place where I can't find a job in the place that Forbes magazine rates as "best place to find a job" (Raleigh-Cary NC). I'd be pissed



My pick for local hero for the Artvoice vote:



C'mon, the guy tries to raft across the border to pay a bill in Buffalo, which he can't reach because of some previous equally stupid crossing attempt some years back. It's just so stupid that it's actually cool.

Blackboard O' Love.



I think that spending Valentine's Day without female company doesn't bother me as much after that 5-year stretch I spent between 1998 and 2003 where the most contact I had with women was shaking their hands and the occasional hugs from friends.

Amazing I'm still sane after all these years.