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  Cinco de Bismarck

5 May 2000

11:13 PM: I'm trying to enter the hip new world of MP3 files. It's sort of working. Certainly would be a lot easier if I didn't have a schizophrenic CD-ROM drive on the PC here at work. "Yes, I see that CD. Would you like to record it? Well, enter a CD then. No, there's no CD there, are you nuts? You can't put a new CD in until you eject the one that's already not there. I'm your mother too, did you know that? I want fruit."

But I got it working on the Mac OK. So many friggin choices though. What scan rate do I want? How the heck should I know? Should I trim off those bottom 10 Hz?

I'm surprised, too, at how big the files are. This is compressed, thought I. Suppose it's all relative. Speaking of which, I have to plug in the old Mac somewhere this weekend, because I believe it's the only place I have my mother's phone number written down. I have a suspicion, a hunch, a flash of starchy intuition, call it what you will - that young Penny will not countenance me not calling my mother on Mother's Day. There would be a Look. I don't like those looks. Hi Mom.

Besides, I can remind her it's my birthday, and she always enjoys that. "Hey, I'm 41 on Tuesday! How are you?" "OLD!"

Working this weekend. Lots to do. Will I do it? Hope so. Future carreeerrr depends on it. Hmm, that's a rather careening spelling of carreer therrre. I lay rubber on the infomation stuporhighway and tell the bad guys to eat my rust.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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