(false advertising)

i just noticed that i can have ads on my site. not that i want to sell out or think that enough people read this that it's worth anything to me. in fact, i pretty specifically don't want ads on my site.

there more to it though (which ultimately culminates with my decision to enable ads). for one, i think that ads actually tend to inform a site's content. you write about haruki murakami and get links to buy his books. and then there's the unintentionally fitting ones, like links to rehabs clinics and crisis centers beside elliott smith lyrics on songmeanings. finally, i'm curious what they'll come up with. i've written about all kinds of fairly irrelevant and esoteric topics (see: drowning cats, mike draper), so who knows what inspiration i may derive from adsenses machinations. i'll find out in the next 48 hours, at which point i may or may not end the experiment.

(clever title)

i found this article on a statistics blog i follow. it's a discussion of various authors and the merits of their titles, interesting to me because i've always assessed myself as an adept titler and a mediocre writer. there's an implicit critique there, like titles:work::style:substance. not that i'm so down on myself about it. i just like that someone else noticed.

(arpeggios!)

i will make no attempt to disguise my excitement.

i'm in chicago with several of my coworkers for exam seminars. exciting because we're out of the office, lame because it's still pretty much work, even through the weekend.

we're on the train into the city, and somehow daft punk comes up and i casually mention interstella5555 and mac's casually all 'i've been watching that constantly recently'. long story short, as soon as we get to the hotel we order the dvd off amazon, scheduled to arrive at our hotel saturday. plans to buy beer and get everyone in our room to watch it. ridiculous and awesome.

now, after pizza, we're falling asleep listening to one more time and aerodynamic. i'm indescribably satisfied.

goodnight.