<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 02:40:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Brogg</title><description/><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-5548474976148337977</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T21:57:01.570-07:00</atom:updated><title>the year of the rat has not been kind to my health</title><description>shame is an important cause of death by colon cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not have colon cancer that i know of, but i noticed this week when i was having a partial bowel obstruction that it is generally not ok to tell people about your bowel health until you're geriatric and among peers.  i found myself wanting to explain to my coworkers that i was in some distress and would appreciate a few breaks but i couldn't fully explain why, and i felt like it warranted at least some detail.  i was not trying to tell everyone exactly what was or was not flowing out of my butt, but i felt like telling people that i was in the midst of an uncomfortable bowel event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... everyone poops.. and it's time to let go of the taboos about talking about colon's circumstances.  until we do i think people will continue to not catch serious intestinal issues (like colon cancer) because they can't talk about it.  or worse, they're so ashamed of the fact that they defecated they completely ignore any details about it like mucous or blood in the stool, or other early warning signs of various problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... good times.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2008/04/year-of-rat-has-not-been-kind-to-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-1193373078051780264</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T12:06:17.529-07:00</atom:updated><title>i sick</title><description>i hate getting sick.  this one was bad..   it's been going around my team at work.. 18 hours of fever (that's way long for me) and another day of sinus crap.. and as that is easing now i'm just weak and sweaty.    i hate being sweaty.  it's just a sign of how depleted i am from fighting that thing, but i would like it to go away.   i pretty much haven't moved more than to get more water and to go to the urinatorium since friday..  and worst of all, it completely obliterated any chance i had of a relaxing weekend.. being sick was more stressful than work for a week.. at least i'll be better tomorrow.. blerwour.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2008/03/i-sick.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-3627744239656987235</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T19:29:10.703-08:00</atom:updated><title>And another thing...</title><description>so i got mad again about something again when something awesome came to my email box from a Lean production list to which i subscribe.   I will share it with you here and then i'll add some thoughts below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; The notion that waste is good for the economy is strange indeed, even if&lt;br /&gt;it is supported by such measures of economic activity as the GDP. If you&lt;br /&gt;pollute the environment, what is spent to clean up your mess contributes&lt;br /&gt;to the GDP, which, as a consequence is bigger than if you didn't pollute.&lt;br /&gt;If you eat at a restaurant, what you pay for food preparation goes into the&lt;br /&gt;GDP, but if the same meal is cooked at home, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that eliminating waste is good for society as a whole. It&lt;br /&gt;directly improves the quality of life and frees up resources to address&lt;br /&gt;genuine unmet needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So this is just one part of it, it's followed by a quote from the economist who developed GDP and also some inspiring words from RFK.  But the point i wanted to make was this:  Supply side (trickle down) economics are complete and utter bullshit and here is why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably ask if anyone disagrees with me here?  and assuming someone gives me a counter argument i will refute it directly.  ...but really though..  it just doesn't make any sense  that intentionally wasting resources because of the potential source of revenue it provides is a reasonable way to either do business or govern.  how is it that a group of grotesquely greedy people have convinced a large portion (anyone at all for that matter) of the population that this makes good sense?  did anyone see that delightful and entertaining supply side jesus cartoon from that al franken book?  i loved that cartoon.  it summed up the thing nicely you can find it if you search.  how many years did we go on thinking this would encourage the economy? is this a big part of our digging of our environmental grave?  because if it is i might be relieved that it's this easy to fix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, my job is created by this attitude perhaps.. i clean up waste after all, but i don't just mop up a puddle that will be back tomorrow, i fix the leak that causes the puddle day after day.  but i always seem to have more waste to fix... and i wonder if that doesn't arise from the very industry itself.  we spend a lot of time talking about the health care transaction, a patient and a provider who for some reason can't exchange currency directly.   as one of those providers i know i didn't care for asking people to pay... i still don't.  i would pay for someone else to do it.. but it's waste.  it delays the exchange, and takes some of the money i need away.  if insurance wasn't in the picture how much cheaper would a visit to a doctor be?  i don't know.... i would be interested to know if a doctor could work exclusively on medicare patients and still pay for the overhead (especially malpractice)... someone should look that up for me.... maybe i can ask an actuary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2008/01/and-another-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-8394772214673041608</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T22:24:05.780-08:00</atom:updated><title>rantin' time again</title><description>wooo!  it's been awhile since i was  coherent enough AND interested in ranting about something i heard.  i suppose that's a good sign that i'm feeling pretty good... back from my cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so today i heard a little half-cliche on the radio and it got me really angry.   sometimes i think people should think before they say (except me. ... i'd never say anything awesome if i had time to think twice). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was some sort of campaign message from someone-or-other and they said the words: "Everyone has the right to [good] health." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a second and think about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??????   who precisely dispenses a right like that?  your government?  your god?  your parents? your elementary school bus driver?   what does it even mean?  what can that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no government guarantees good health, nor religion (maybe scientology does), and no parents have ultimate control over the health of their child - if they did, logically, no child would ever die of illness.  neither would a believer, nor a patriot,  but those ideas are absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i think they meant health&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; care&lt;/span&gt;... that we have a right to health &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; ... big difference.  health care doesn't equal health.  health care can but may not lead to good health, lack of health care does not deny health.. the relationship between the two is not concrete or predictable.  actually people who have good health frequently avoid health care because it's unnecessary to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health education is a right we all should have, and since health is part of our public education system we have access to it, but what we choose to do with it is where i tie this back to health care and rights.  we don't actually have a right to have health care solve our problems. We have a right to seek out health care, but health care may not be able to help us so what are we entitled to then? - i am speaking now as a health care professional (and an opinionated bastard) - we have the choice to live as we like.  we can choose to seek out health knowledge we have the responsibility to be informed about our health, but all of us have to work for good health, no one just opens a box or bottle and eats good health.  we have to be responsible for our health and the choices that impact our health...  and when our choices' consequence is something that health care can do nothing about you are entitled to feel about it however you choose, but i can't be held responsible for making your "right" a reality.  and neither can anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember... your local health professional is there as a guide.. .they teach you how to live to improve your situation (the word doctor after all comes from the original &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;docere - &lt;/span&gt;to teach).... it is ultimately your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to make the most of your health and if that isn't your priority then that's fine.  but no one can guarantee your health will be someone else's priority or responsibility.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's my rant tonight.  now it's time for sleep.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2008/01/rantin-time-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-7750588374364273942</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-09T21:54:13.167-08:00</atom:updated><title>news and whatnot</title><description>nothing big really..  this weekend i made Indian food.   i made Saag with lamb, saffron basmati, naan, and two other things i won't take credit for.  it was really surprising how... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possible &lt;/span&gt;it was.   i've always just assumed that Indian food was outside the realm of possiblity.. that it was just too much to ask.  anyway, it turns out that it's not too hard to make.  the saag took about 2 hours, but it was so good. the lamb chunks melted in your mouth inside, and the spinach didn't make Cat's teeth all funky.  so i considered it a success.  the dishes are still almost done, but not quite.  and on friday a bird shat on my shirt, so i've been trying to get the stain out all weekend.   from now on i'll most likely think twice about walking under a tree full of birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also think i bit the inside of my cheek.  or perhaps it's just turned into hamburger magically.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/12/news-and-whatnot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-8096155869985863903</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-22T20:28:31.518-08:00</atom:updated><title>woob</title><description>i'm in kenturkey.. i mean kentucky.  our t-giving dinner was awesome and started at 9:30 pm.  it was totally awesome.  we went bowling, and checked several stores for the first two seasons of it's always sunny in philadelphia.   we never found it.  however, we did discover the british version of gordon ramsay's kitchen nightmares.  it's rad and awesome.  other than that i'm enjoying my week off.  tremendously enjoying it.  there's nothing like making no plans to unwind.  anyway.  i'm not interested in writing .. so i'll go now.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/11/woob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-2937760101681790543</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-28T21:40:42.033-07:00</atom:updated><title>rock rock on</title><description>or something like that.  i got a(n) ukulele for myself because i have had a rough month and decided it was an appropriate thing to do.  it was very inexpensive which was cool, except it had two significant problems.  one was a dead fret, which sucks. the other was a re-entrant G string.  that sounds funny.  anyway, that's when the low-toned strings are raised up an octave, which was weird.   at first i though it could get past that re-entrant string, but i decided it wasn't cool.  so i got a lower string at the music store and tried to put it on, with Tony's help.  we discovered that it wouldn't fit, but tried to file it.  Tony gave up after a long while trying to get it to work, and said i should take it back.  the dead fret was reason enough, and that it wasn't really what i wanted (because of the re-entrant string).   everything else about it i did like though, a whole lot.  so i spent a few more minutes filing down the notch that holds the bottom of the string and a few more minutes on that fret and got the string in.  the fret hasn't been a problem for me all day either, so i think i got it to a reasonable height.  it wasn't much work today, and now i have exactly the uke i wanted.   so i'm happy.   it's good.  then i made gumbo, and it's one of the best batches ever.  i have enough for lunches for several days.   mmmm..  gumbo.  except Cat looked up gumbo on wikipedia or something and it said you weren't supposed to thicken with file, roux, and okra... i use all three.  what's so wrong with using all three?  it's not like pudding... i don't get it.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/10/rock-rock-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-2121516310906434966</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-24T22:41:07.841-07:00</atom:updated><title>more or less exactly</title><description>i listened to the hitch hiker's guide to the galaxy book on cd recently.  a couple of times in the book the phrase "more or less exactly" appears.  one of them is right at the beginning, the phrase appears in the sentence "the house more or less exactly fails to please the eye."  i think this sentence sums up the reason i like Douglas Adams writing.  when you use 11 words to say 'the house is ugly' with 4 of those words adding absolutely nothing to the meaning it can't be bad.  i just had to share that with the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zlub.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/10/more-or-less-exactly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-6737013792509898188</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2007 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-23T22:42:02.989-07:00</atom:updated><title>procrastinating</title><description>i must really not feel like going to sleep if i'm to the point where i'll write something for my blog.  i took a whole bunch of surveys about cars.  it was actually kind of funny the way they write questions.  one of the surveys was clearly about saturn, the car company, not the planet.  they spent several questions asking what i knew about who was the parent company of all kinds of different makes of car.. i don't think i did well.. i had some ideas on those questions but i mostly checked the box that said "i don't know"..  didn't realize jaguar was owned by ford, or infinity was owned by nissan, or GM owned saab...  i mean, i thought saabs were still from sweden.. maybe they still are, but GM owns the factory... i don't know.   anyway.. that was interesting.  i should really get to sleep though.  alright.. goodnight.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/10/procrastinating.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-4661665406783732261</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-01T22:33:48.297-07:00</atom:updated><title>'m.  si.</title><description>I haven't been posting much.  I've been a little too busy.  not that i've got too much to do, but when i'm a certain amount of busy i get really selfish with my time.  I find that i'm unwilling to play scrabble moves, unwilling to post, unwilling to call people back, and so on.  It's kind of like the way people behave when there isn't enough food to eat.  they get pissed off.  desperate.  with time, it's a little less desperate, since i have plenty left (knocking on wood for some reason) and food just seems more basic than time.  after all, we don't really spend our lives under the shadow of impending doom, do we?  wait, i think that should be a period, not a question mark.  We just watched 'Stranger than Fiction' tonight.  It was charming.  Entertaining.  got me  a little choked up.  I liked it.  I was putting off watching it, because i wasn't in the mood for a story that ends.  I like to watch serial shows because i have a comfort that they won't end any time soon, not without ample time to get to know everyone.   Perhaps it's my unconscious avoidance of that shadow of knowledge of my eventual end that makes me want to see serial installments rather than a story end to end on work nights.  Or perhaps it's my anxiety about watching movies i've never seen before.  they always make me a little nervous - did i explain this ever? here's the short of it:  i have a long history of horrible experiences at movie theaters.  I don't think i consciously knew i didn't like going to a darkened theater to see a movie i didn't know until i was about 6 or 7 when i saw adventures in babysitting.  maybe i was 8, it doesn't matter.  I was terrified to see that movie.  it turned out harmless, but my experience with other movies had built an expectation of a horrible twist or shock keeping me up at night..  ET, Cocoon, V, (alien trend?) Project X, return of the Jedi, and eventually Beetlejuice scared me.. and i didn't sleep much between the ages of 5 and 9.  eventually i discovered inane tv could relax me and i'd pass out, but not until i was 9.. it sucked.  so it continued all through my life, certain movies had stuff that just freaked me out.  and reinforced the (less and less) irrational fear that the movie would betray me and i resorted increasingly to watching things i'd seen before over and over.  I wonder if this is a common characteristic among anxious people... anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whichever the reason is, i don't usually like to watch things on work nights.. or other nights.. but especially nights when i have to go to sleep.   and the real point is, this movie, stranger than fiction, didn't mess me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm going to go to sleep.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/10/m-si_01.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-5422038285695775535</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-16T21:56:29.097-07:00</atom:updated><title>delinquent post</title><description>I'd just like to tell everyone who doesn't already know, that online scrabble game is totally addictive and consuming.   but it's awesome.   It got me thinking today about online board games.   there should be a clue game.  if there was, i'd like to know if it's as fun to play with a group when you can't see the people playing.  so maybe someone already developed it and it flopped?  What makes scrabble so successful?  are there other games that would be so popular?  i don't know, but someday facebook will have figured it out.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/09/delinquent-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-5160334093639393688</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T21:38:20.346-07:00</atom:updated><title>traffic</title><description>I would love to do research on traffic flows.  every day i think about the time of day and volume of cars on the road attempting to make sense out of the phenomena i see as i go to work and on my way home.  I'd love to put numbers to the impacts large factories in certain places, and the locations of bridges and start times have on traffic.   and retarded rain.  damn that's annoying.  even when it's been awhile and the rage of the 15mph drizzle commute has subsided..  i've seen a couple of people sitting atop the exit ramps where buses go to park-and-rides  that seem to be  watching traffic,  i imagine that they're counting cars  .. trying to predict future needs if they add a bazillion houses to the neighborhood at 128th or 164th or 220th.  how many lanes will they have to add to the freeway for that?   7?   when will someone realize extra lanes don't reduce congestion unless you actually balance the flow of oncoming volume to exiting volume... that's a rhetorical question because i think they know that already and occasionally they recognize it.  there are three places on my 23 mile drive on the freeway to work where cars get on but none get off.  without releasing that pressure somehow, i don't see how we're going to do anything but slow down to let them in.  they need some kind of car slingshot that flings cars from stationary entrances over the tops of traffic to someplace up the road in a middle lane.  it would probably kill thousands of people, but i think it's be rad to see cars sailing overhead and landing with a thump in the midst of flowing freeway traffic.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/08/traffic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-3046523736894024408</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-27T20:17:07.967-07:00</atom:updated><title>Plantatoes</title><description>I made up a word today.  well, i think i did.  it could have been anyone i guess, but i'm not doing any research to find out if someone else may have come up with it at some point.  anyway.  i tried plantains again for the second time in my life.  the first time was in far away, in rhode island. at a mall.   so i remember them being ok.. kinda dry, but ok.  well tonight i had planned to get some vegetables (two of them ended up being fruits, but whatever) and cook them and eat them for dinner.  so i got baby bok choi (which you can't make wrong), crookneck yellow squash, and a plantain... the kind that's not really ripe, so it was mostly green with a little yellow.   i steamed the bok choi with garlic and a little Worcestershire sauce.  and i cubed the plantain and cooked it in a little oil with a tiny  bit of salt.  and then the squash in that same oil with some pepper and salt.. anyway. it turned out a great dinner and i found that plantains taste so much like potatoes that i have a substitute now.  if i can cook them in other potato ways then i'm good to go.  tonight we'll see if they make me sick though.  no signs yet.  i'm happy about it.   ok. goodnight.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/08/plantatoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-34349321282861866</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-26T21:39:49.541-07:00</atom:updated><title>rather</title><description>This afternoon i was advised by Juan Pepe that i was delinquent on my blog updates.  I found the criticism fair, and now i'm bothering to post.  I wasn't feeling that well last week, but i'm much better after a very stress-free three-day weekend.  I'll be looking forward to the next three-day weekend coming next week though too.  I was thinking about how i think a lot about how old i am and how old other people are.  i suppose it's one of my preoccupations.  The thing is I'm trying to figure out if it's close to being a prejudice.   I don't really make an assumption of how a person should behave based upon their age.  But i think that how often i'm surprised at peoples' age indicates that i am to some extent labeling people with ages and it's some kind of stereotype if i'm classifying them.  So how do i let go of the assumption of age?  or is it that i should stop associating certain characteristics with people of a particular age? is that the real problem? is it that i think people should be wild and idealistic when young and responsible and pragmatic once they've seasoned a bit? i suppose most true idealists remain so regardless of their age.  or do they?  is it bad to assume one way or another?   how do you escape assumptions?  is it just learned by a series of surprises?  what do you think?</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/08/rather.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-5569998610218596026</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-19T22:20:01.102-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dzrung</title><description>i bet that's a Tibetan word.  i have no idea for sure.  and maybe it's not if left on its own.  but i strongly suspect it's Tibetan.   In other news, i woke up late today, and took a long nap, and feel like i could run around the block a few times before i'll be tired enough to go to bed.  i think i'll go practice an instrument for awhile and then go to sleep.   some sundays are very boring, which guarantees me a good day at work tomorrow.  it's going to be a pretty busy week next week.  i'd love to take friday off, but i have to come up with a compelling reason.. otherwise i'll just go and have a good time.  anyway.  i'll go do something more entertaining to me than writing to you.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/08/dzrung.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-8862295167417900062</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-09T21:55:21.711-07:00</atom:updated><title>i'm enjoying posting</title><description>i was going to outline a thought exercise i had on the way to the work this morning.   but it doesn't really go anywhere.  instead i'm thinking i should post about something else.  I listened to an interesting radio program the other morning.  it was about Vodou in Haiti.  the trance concept they have where people dance and listen to the drums until they give their bodies over to the spirits, that sounds really interesting.. so i want to see it.   i guess that's all i wanted to say...  ok.. goodnight.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/08/im-enjoying-posting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-1735748761534878411</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-08T20:56:04.552-07:00</atom:updated><title>hot fuzz</title><description>this movie is good.   it's almost over but i think i'll review the thing now.  it's really good.  So like shaun of the dead, which i enjoyed very much, this movie takes all the best cliches of the genre (in this case it's buddy cop movies) and turns them on their heads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i think tonight i might get the right amount of sleep, seeing as how i have been not getting my full 8 or even 7 for the past few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to find a comfortable place to use a computer.   at work it's been mostly uncomfortable at my pc, but at home it's much worse, which i'm sure is making me less comfortable at work.  and it's goin to start messing with my wrists...</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/08/hot-fuzz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-8705043447213001889</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 03:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-07T20:31:18.378-07:00</atom:updated><title>Funny quote i just heard</title><description>" you don't want people to taste something and say: "oh... nutmeg."" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why that made me laugh when i heard it.  but it seemed so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're watching a julia child cooking dvd (yes, we're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kind of nerdy).  Cat recently fell asleep in the chair, and i'm listening to her make this spinach pastry thing.  there's an onion cream sauce in the thing and she added salt and pepper and then this tiny bit of nutmeg.  she said it's really "just a speck." because you don't want people to taste something and say: "oh... nutmeg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why that is.  but i suppose it's mostly true.   the only other things i can think of that involve nutmeg also involve other spices (usually cinnamon, cardamom, and or cloves) and the things you're supposed to taste are not generally the nutmeg.  i can imagine if you're putting nutmeg in with onions and milk you really don't want to taste it and think "what is it about this onion sauce that reminds me of apple pie?  oh, nutmeg!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that's not funny to anyone else.  i'll be done now.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/08/funny-quote-i-just-heard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-2209488734068447964</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 04:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-30T21:32:56.607-07:00</atom:updated><title>much better now</title><description>first of all, following up from yesterday: i feel much better.  i gave my presentations and they were effective and relatively smoothly delivered. . for me anyway.  so as the time passes and the anxiety fades, i feel better and better about it.  moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, speaking of "follow up", there was a spreadsheet at work today and i laughed when i read the abbreviated f/u because someone had written "so-and-so to f/u" ... so anyway.  funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in more philosophical news i listened to a fascinating podcast today: APM's speaking of faith.  the episode was about the philosophies of the Buddha applied to the suffering found as a result of globalization and imperialism.  the point was that desire for the western ideal of consumerist middle class we've been insisting upon as the mark of a modern culture is essentially an unsustainable utopia which by definition costs more than it satisfies, and the inevitable failures to build such a state drives the people in the developing world to confusion and violence.  anyway, it resonated with me... the difficult part was that there's not much to be done about it because the large scale social change is always exchanging one kind of ideal for another, and it's a difficult to spot root cause... desire for comfort in material things.. which is very hard to give up.  anyway.... from the sound of it, most of the people living on this planet are offended by the affluence of some and the abject poverty of others.  ironically, most of those they perceive as affluent are living in the shadows of people of inconceivable wealth... long story short, no one is really happy, except possibly those who've let go of that perception that they aren't satisfied... though i don't think there are many of those.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's my deep thought for the evening.  i'm going to lay on the couch now.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/07/much-better-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-2722650154744791427</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-29T23:07:50.527-07:00</atom:updated><title>so late</title><description>i should be asleep.  i'm putting off going to sleep because i'm nervous about presenting tomorrow.  they gave me a much bigger piece of the training to present than usual, a very important piece, and naturally, i'm freaking out a little bit.  it's not so much that i'm worried i won't do it right,  actually i think i'll do it fine, it seems just like my mental stress reaction goes overboard and i panic about virtually everything all at once.  this makes it hard to sleep, and does me absolutely no good whatsoever. anyway.. eventually i get tired enough to just go to sleep.   interestingly, there's a Chinese herbal formula for it that i find to be effective beyond anything else (i've never tried any of the anxiolytic drugs though, as i heard they're habit forming and don't actually help the problem) and i don't have two of the three ingredients on hand, so i can't make some.  i should buy them, but it takes too long and costs money that i don't have yet.  so i will just wait.  i tried some ear acupuncture which worked really well actually... but not like the formula.  anyway.  goodnight peeps.  i gon' go sleep now.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/07/so-late.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-5178847596246226568</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-22T01:00:04.018-07:00</atom:updated><title>finished...</title><description>ok.  i've done it.  I started reading harry potter 7 this morning at like 8 am and pretty much continuously read until 12:44 am a few minutes ago.   i guess it took me nearly 17 hours.  i won't say anything about it except that it was awesome.  i don't know how many of you (besides Courtney, i assume) have done almost nothing but read for what amounts to an entire waking day, but i have to say there are some side effects:&lt;br /&gt;1)  i didn't eat enough... wasn't hungry... i had a burrito full of rice and baby diarrhea, and water all day.  plus gross crackdonalds breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;2)  i'm hella sore from laying around the whole time.  my butt may very well be kind of numb right now.. or tingly.. maybe some of both.   and my neck is just plain messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was totally worth it.  i am done with it.  no more to read..  now i can have a proper day off tomorrow.. where i recover for the next overly busy workweek.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/07/finished.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-8431749330677751659</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-18T21:10:20.640-07:00</atom:updated><title>wow</title><description>it's been almost a month since I posted.  huh?  there are a few things i'm a little angry about in the news lately, but i'm not angry enough to vent today.  just not interested.  maybe it's not that, but i've been practicing having a mind like a mirror for two days.  it's not something i'm good at, and i forget most of the time that i'm trying to do that.  it's hard work -when i remember it.  but maybe it's too much work for right now.  no, i think it's for the best.  i spend way too much energy ruminating on the irritating things i see every day, perhaps many people do.  so this is my attempt at letting all of that go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does everyone else do to let go of the kinds of mind-poop that doesn't seem to do us any good?  i'm curious.   and don't say take a giant dump.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/07/wow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-2869087282651994650</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-27T20:04:50.704-07:00</atom:updated><title>slorb</title><description>i'm le tired. well, actually i'm not that tired.  i'm overloaded with work today. and it's making me not want to deal with anything at all... i'm really glad i have a week of vacation coming up.   so i can be an arrogant know it all at work.  we call it KIA whenever i show off how much i know about something.  I felt lucky at the time that they pointed out how irritating it was, but today i got a taste firsthand of just how bad it can be to be in the room with someone doing that.... (by the way, it wasn't me this time, ever since i was told i am far more aware and careful about it so i hope i'm not perceived as the know-it-all jerk i could be)... anyway..   where was i going with that?  i think it was that later that day i was talking to a colleague about it and why i was feeling too much responsibility/accountability for this endeavor i'm in the middle of and we realized that i like the control and responsibility but this project is just too big for me to account for everything and orchestrate the group to get to the end result we have to get... i need more than 2 days to do it right, and i only have 1...  it's frustrating, and i'm not going to feel satisfied by whatever i do end up producing because i know the whole job isn't done... anyway.  no good.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/06/slorb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-926914101415543662</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T20:40:06.734-07:00</atom:updated><title>since i'm not eating right now</title><description>i have an update from the soreness.  from sunday.  Monday when i got up i was totally renewed and refreshed.  a little work took care of that and i could be better, but overall the soreness didn't last as long as i expected.  Here's what i attributed it to: I got a good night's sleep and didn't overdo it on Sunday.  I also didn't underdo it.  and before i went to sleep that night i did some pretty extensive stretching in the face of some pain and was richly rewarded the next morning with surprising flexibility.  so that's was awesome.   i'm pretty happy about it.  today though at work i spent the day having a continuous blast of 55 degree air about the face and neck and i have to say i could have done without it.  the moment i left the room i became aware of my ears being hot and feeling a little gross.  anyway.. now that i'm home i'm feeling good, but i've got dinner now so i'll have to go.   good night.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/06/since-im-not-eating-right-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603720.post-3874417540308234435</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-17T21:29:57.506-07:00</atom:updated><title>sore</title><description>well-deservedly sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Brad and Tony and I moved Tony's piano from his house to mine.  It was fun.  but it was hard work - and i'm sure i didn't have the worst of it.  anyway, today i'm pretty stiff and slow.  i don't want to move or exert myself or stand really.. but it's ok.. i'm already feelin better.  it was amazing how hard i slept, and i think i'll be writing something about that phenomenon on the other site.  so check it once in awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, big thanks to Tony and Nicolle, and Brad and Kim (and the kids) who came to celebrate once the work was done.  it was good times.</description><link>http://brett.catjackson.net/2007/06/sore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Brett)</author></item></channel></rss>