I drove from my home in CT back to my college this morning, and since I haven't really slept in the past two nights, it was quite a challenge. I had to get out of the car about every half hour and sprint around a little bit. I find this to be the most effective cure for drowsy driving, as carffeine does little to help me.In the car, I had my laptop hooked up to my tape player, as usual, and it worked fine. When I got home, however, plugged it back in, restored it from suspend, and tried to start xmms, it hung. ctrl-alt-bckspc gave me a blank screen on all the virtual terminals, and ctrl-alt-dlt hung on trying to clear the swap space. I had to power off.
I think I'm too lazy to examine what happened, although I think it's either the suspend feature or the fact that I'm using artsd in xfce that somehow caused the crash. Perhaps I'll get the curiosity tonight to examine the error logs. More likely not.
Have a frisbee game tonight, our first postseason game. As I stated before, I'm dead exhausted, so we'll see how the game goes over. More often than not, when I think I'll play like shit, I play well, and when I think I'll play well, I have a terrible game.
My vacation is over, I had a good time visiting Martha's Vineyard and seeing my parent's new house, although I had to sleep on the floor for a couple of nights until they got their furniture. It was cool to have some time to read, which I haven't had in a while. Here is the ultra-fast recap of what I read:
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, which I highly recommend, the author's style is impeccable. Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman, which was a cool, if a bit light, look into a fascinating man's life. I'm almost done with The Tao of Physics, the book which actually got me interested in physics, which I didn't think was possible. An excellent book. I started Music For Torching, and had high expectations (good reviews on the book cover, but what sucked me in was that it had a suburban couple smoking crack - hence the clever title), but I hated the author's writing. She gives almost no description in the story, no imagery, and I couldn't even finish it, which is rare. Last, but not least, I'm about halfway through Philadelphia Fire, which so far is absolutely top-notch. I'd like to read more Wideman
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