I love:

1. Ze Frank’s The Show. This man is so smart and so juvenile at the same time. Especially I like the earth sandwich project and the remixes for Ray. Also, I spent ten minutes customizing the keys for the Atheist Game in the vain hope that there was more to it than inevitable black oblivion. Which, of course, there isn’t — something I probably should have come to terms with before signing up for this whole atheist thing.
2. Google Analytics. Delicious, free, addictive. Google gives the best free things.
3. Jumpcut: bringing the sexy back to Yahoo. I don’t know if that’s possible, but goddammit, this man is certainly going to try.

When Sheldon from the my local convenience store saw that I was buying Extra-Strength Tylenol (and nothing else), he said he would pray for me.  Awww.

Facebook has a mutiny on its hands! It was bad enough when Zuckerberg & Co. created the Feed services, which conveniently notified everyone when you made a new friend or, my favorite, changed relationship status. I actually thought this was pretty great. Generally speaking, I tend to support any kind of technological progress or increase in available information. Besides, anything I did on Facebook was public by definition, so it seemed like a moot point. Still, anti-Feed groups were formed (on Facebook, of course — it turns out it is effective to undermine the system from within!) and Zuckerberg’s “We really messed this one up” made Newsweek. So now you can keep your Feed from displaying really private information, like when you joined that “Sleep Is Awesome” group (displayed on your profile page regardless).

Emboldened by its success, the public has now turned its attention to Facebook’s newest plan to open up to anyone with an email address, based on region. One anti-expansion group has 50,000 members already. Personally, I think it’s an overreaction — if your profile is visible only to your university’s students, the opening of Facebook makes no difference. On the other hand, the very existence of this blog shows that I probably have a lower-than-average fear of some random net-savvy ex-con tracking me down and making a tennis racquet out of my skin. I’m curious to see how Facebook treats this newer, more baseless mutiny, having already taken the mea culpa route on the last one.

Also, I find it very interesting that Mark Zuckerberg has only 391 friends on Facebook, while MySpace’s Tom has some absurd number. Zuckerberg needs a cult of personality!

At last!  Artannlabs.com is almost nearly complete.  I am pleased with it!

It makes me sad that Ann Richards is dead!  She was sassy and every bit as tough in person.

I agreed to have lunch today with someone mysterious, who’d sent me a text message from a number I didn’t know. I called him back and agreed to have lunch today, hoping to recognize his voice, which of course I didn’t. There came a point when it was too painful to concede that I had just agreed to lunch without knowing this person’s name, so I set a meeting spot and time and faked it. Luckily, it did end up being an old friend I hadn’t spoken to over the summer, rather than someone who had the wrong number, with whom I would have ended up trading awkward glances for ten minutes before making a break for it.

My sophomore year has gotten off to a much more rocky start than my freshman year, oddly enough, probably due to a lack of obsessive contingency planning. I still don’t have all my textbooks, and my class schedule only recently was finalized. Sad to say, my business classes (Management and Accounting) are entirely unimpressive. I was convinced that I would love Accounting since I adore Economics, but I’ve fallen asleep in two consecutive classes so far (and I’ve only been to two). Management so far has been entirely unenlightening. I’m becoming increasingly convinced that you can’t teach leadership, which is terrible news for me, since I intend to learn it. My peppy Management professor had us all take the Big Five personality test, which informed me that I was “Disagreeable” (critical, rude, harsh, callous). According to the professor, this means I should go into advertising.
My business classes are being thoroughly outdone by my non-business ones. I’m taking a stellar class with Admiral Inman on U.S. foreign policy, which is already my favorite, a Russian class for Russians which is forcing me to learn to type in Cyrillic, and philosophy with Robert Solomon, who, impressively, has a Wikipedia article.