What is the deal with this all the time? Does anyone else have @Home mail server problems like this?
‘-ERR mail storage services unavailable, wait a few minutes and try again.’, Port: 110, Secure(SSL): No, Server Error: 0x800CCC90, Error Number: 0x800CCC92
I spend my time
Resting my mind
But I’ll never pine
For the sad days and the bad days
When we was working from nine to five
But if you don’t mind
I’ll spend my time
Here by the fire side
And the warm light and the love in
her eyes
Here’s an interesting one. Someone found my website by searching for “beg for money.” It’s almost appropriate, considering I am extremely broke right now. For some reason, I thought it was in my best interest to pay off $750 on my credit card debt last month. I shouldn’t have. It really put me in a hole where I owe rent plus. I won’t beg, but say you were considering purchasing me something from my wish list. Instead, why don’t you just send me the money via PayPal?
Yes, this entry is in jest — but only slightly.
Tonight I had sushi for the second time ever. We went to Ichiban in Princeton because Becca’s leaving for Reading tomorrow. I enjoyed the sushi more tonight than I did before. I was even able to manage the chopsticks, impressing myself. Somehow I found some food that didn’t taste too disgusting. I might even go again someday.
My fortune from the Chinese food last night:
Now is the time to try
something new.
This office does get strange on Tuesday nights after 7:00. I’m getting out of here…
So I just turn on ana’s streaming cam for just a minute to see if anything was up. Nothing was, except the strange music she has playing. I listened for a little while and then a familiar tune started playing. I never would have expected that! I found myself listening to a song off of Pink Floyd’s More.
Tonight I saw La vita è bella (also known as Life is Beautiful). Like most good movies, it made me think. I thought about how my culture and heritage is special to me and how I want similar things to be special to my children. I thought about all the trouble people went through over the last several millennia to not let the Jewish heritage die away.
And wouldn’t you know it, but a girl from Argentina, Jessica Landes, sends me an ICQ message when I get home, asking if it were possible that we would be related. So we talked a little, and our family histories seem to match so far. This could be interesting. Her first question was whether I was Jewish, which I am, and I countered with the question of whether she was a Levite. (A Levite is a descendant of Joseph’s brother Levi, a family which provided the second level of high priests in the Temple at Jerusalem.) She said she was. So we’re going to check into this further.
As you may know by now, there are some strange facts about me. One of these facts is that I like to collect license plates. I don’t have too much of an extensive collection, but here are the ones I do have:
The Connecticut plate was given to me a long time ago by Beth, who once lived there. I found the Georgia plate lying on the ground behind a car dealership in Florida during a spring break with my family, possibly in seventh grade. The New York plate was ours when we lived in Latham, NY. The plate was on our red Subaru station wagon. The blue New Jersey plate used to be on a car my father had, either the BMW or the Porsche. My old Toyota Celica was the owner of the yellow New Jersey plate until I finally got rid of that car last November to buy my Honda Civic. And lastly, the Pennsylvania tag was given to me by Stacey. It’s from when she was going to grad school at Carnegie Mellon University.
I went walking with Bryan and his newly-bought sneakers tonight in an attempt to begin our path to getting into shape. Eventually we will move to jogging and running. Keep your eyes open for joglog, a new weblog where we can talk about the strange things we see, or anything else we feel like.