Excuse me. I just got home from work, and am going to take my martini
outside to watch the space rocks burn up. I will see you later.
Ahhh. That was a pleasant half hour, sitting in the back yard in my
San Jose Sharks deck chair, sipping my martini, listening to Art Bell
and watching the Perseid meteor shower. I saw four definite and two
probable meteors in the half hour I was out there. It was a little
hazy, and surprisingly cold. I almost came back in to get a coat.
The stars were beautiful. Maybe I should be an astrophysicist. Maybe
I could go to an Ivy League university and get a degree in astrophysics.
Oh, wait. I did that already.
Speaking of which, watch this space for yet another e-mail address for
me (you know, my life's ambition is to take over everyone's e-mail
address books, so that all e-mail comes to me). Cornell says they will
give me a free forwarding e-mail account for the rest of my life, so
no matter what my "real" e-mail account is (depending on my ISP), the
e-mail sent to my Cornell account will get to me. Gee! That's worth
the many tens of thousands Dad gave and few thousands I gave them!
Question of the Day: At what point should I be writing in
Riso's Ramblings rather than here?
How long do the paragraphs have to be, or how many paragraphs, or how
little-related to what is new on the Website do they have to be, before
I should put these paragraphs on my Ramblings page? Some of you would
undoubtedly say, "42," but I think it has to do with how many licks it
takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop.
I counted once. It was a lot more than three. It was well above one
thousand. Unfortunately, I counted again with another pop, and got a
different number. I haven't been the same since.
August 7, 1999 - Morning session
Added a secret page. It's scary, so I didn't put any links to it. If
you can guess the name of the page, knowing something of our family
(something scary, that is), then you get to see the Secret Page.