Keeping Myself Busy

I’ve been keeping myself busy lately, the idea being to sulk as little as possible about the girl who didn’t want me. So I’m hardly at home and when I finally get there I’m continuing the big reorg operation, currently focusing on sorting the piles of mail accumulated over more than 2 years.

I’m trying to reduce clutter. I found out that the less things I have at home, the happier I am to be in it. That’s why I’m throwing away a lot of (mostly unused) possessions. But for some things it’s hard to find a place. For example, I have a lot of “souvenirs” (ticket stubs, newspaper clips, pictures) I would like to keep. So I think I’m going to get a nice box and put them all inside, pretty much unsorted.

The same goes for my computers – I’m deleting old files I’ve been keeping around for years, some without any good reason. And just like the physical equivalents, sometimes I don’t know where to put things – in which folder should I place old pictures? Unfinished poems and stories? All kinds of digital souvenirs like email attachments I got? What about the emails themselves? It’s not always easy to sort them out. And in the computer I can’t just throw them in a virtual box (folder) unsorted – that’s where they started in the first place.

When it comes to task management, I started using Gmail’s dead simple Tasks window (here’s how it works). Along with Google Calendar’s SMS reminders (they’re free, by the way) I plan evenings and weekends full of activities. I really want to get to the day when the task list is empty but some of the tasks are scheduled for months ahead, so it might take a while.

ืœื‘ื“ 2

ืื™ืš ืืชื” ืจื•ืฆื” ืฉื™ื”ื™ื” ืœืš ื˜ื•ื‘
ืื ืืชื” ืœื ืขื•ืฉื” ื›ืœื•ื ืขื ืขืฆืžืš
ืื ืืชื” ื ื•ืชืŸ ืœืจืืฉ ืœื”ืชืขืœืœ ื‘ืœื‘
ืื ืืชื” ืžืชืžื›ืจ ืœื’ืœื™ื ืฉืœ ื›ืื‘.

ืžืจื—ื ืขืœ ืขืฆืžืš ื•ืื•ืžืจ:
ืืœ ืชืฉืงืข ื‘ืžื—ืฉื‘ื•ืช.
ืืœ ืชื™ืคื•ืœ ื‘ืจืฉืชื•ืช
ืฉืœ ืขืฆื‘ ื•ื›ืื‘,
ืฉืœ ืื›ื–ื‘ื” ื•ื“ื›ืื•ืŸ.
ืืชื” ื™ืคื”, ืืชื” ืžื•ื›ืฉืจ,
ืืชื” ืžืฆื—ื™ืง, ืืชื” ื—ื›ื.
ืื‘ืœ ืืชื” ืคืฉื•ื˜ ืœื‘ื“.

(ื ื›ืชื‘ ืœืคื ื™ 10 ืฉื ื™ื ืœืคื—ื•ืช. ืžืฆืืชื™ ืื•ืชื• ื™ื—ื“ ืขื ื”ื”ืขืจื” ื”ืžืงื•ืจื™ืช ื”ื‘ืื”:
ื”ืฉื™ืจ ืœื ื”ื™ื” ืืžื•ืจ ืœื”ื™ื•ืช ื‘ื ื•ืฉื ื‘ื“ื™ื“ื•ืช, ื•ื’ื ื”ื™ื” ืืžื•ืจ ืœื”ื™ื•ืช ื™ื•ืชืจ ืืจื•ืš ื‘ืฆื•ืจื” ืฉืืคืฉืจ ื™ื”ื™ื” ืœื”ื•ืกื™ืฃ ืœื• ืžื ื’ื™ื ื”. ืื‘ืœ ื–ื” ืžื” ืฉื™ืฆื, ื•ืžืื– ื“ื‘ืจื™ื ืงืฆืช ื”ืฉืชื ื• ื•ื›ื ืจืื” ืฉืœืขื•ืœื ืœื ื™ื”ื™ื” ืœื• ื”ืžืฉืš, ืื– ืื ื™ ืžืคืจืกื ืื•ืชื• ื›ืžื• ืฉื”ื•ื.)

This Blog Is Now Hosted On DreamHost

Over the weekend I moved this blog to DreamHost. They have a deal where you pay less than 10 USD for the first year of hosting and they seem pretty decent. My previous host, IX Web Hosting, really sucked and the blog was hijacked thanks to their stupidity, even during my trip. I hope that I won’t have to worry about stuff like that anymore.

ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš

(ืขื•ื“ ืžืฉื”ื• ื™ืฉืŸ ืฉืื‘ื“ ื‘ืืกื•ืŸ ื”ืขื‘ืจื™ืช ื”ื’ื“ื•ืœ ืฉืœ ื”ื‘ืœื•ื’ ื”ื–ื”)

ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš, ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš
ื ื•ืœื“ืช!
“ืืชื” ื ืžืฆื ื›ืืŸ”
ืื•ืžืจ ื”ืฉืœื˜ ืฉืžืฆื‘ื™ืข ืขืœ ืžืคื”,
ืฉืชืจืื” ื‘ืคืขื ื”ืื—ืจื•ื ื”.
ื”ื—ื•ืงื™ื:
ื ืงื•ื“ืช ื”ื”ืชื—ืœื” ื ื‘ื—ืจื” ื‘ืฉื‘ื™ืœืš.
ื™ืฉ ืื™ื ืกื•ืฃ ื™ืฆื™ืื•ืช.
ื”ื‘ื—ื™ืจื” ื‘ื“ืจืš ื”ื™ื ืฉืœืš,
ื•ื”ื™ืฆื™ืื” ืชื”ื™ื” ืœืคื™ ื”ื“ืจืš.
ืืชื” ืžืฆื•ื™ื™ื“ ื‘ืžืฉืคื—ื”,
ื•ืื™ื ืš ืจืฉืื™ ืœื”ื—ืœื™ืคื”.
ืงื“ื™ืžื”, ื”ืชืงื“ื!

ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš, ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš
ื™ืžื™ื ื” ื•ืฉืžืืœื”, ืžื” ืืชื” ืจื•ืื”?
ื‘ื—ืจ ื‘ื—ื•ื›ืžื”.
ื‘ื—ืจ ื‘ืžืกื“ืจื•ืŸ ื”ืืจื•ืš ื—ืกืจ ื”ืคื ื™ื•ืช,
ื•ื›ืฉืชืจืฆื” ืœื—ื–ื•ืจ ื”ื—ื–ืจื” ืชื”ื™ื” ืงืฉื”.
ื‘ื—ืจ ื‘ืคื™ืชื•ืœื™ื ื•ื‘ืคื ื™ื•ืช,
ื•ืื•ืœื™ ืชืžืฆื ืืช ืขืฆืžืš ื—ื–ืจื” ื‘ืื•ืชื” ื ืงื•ื“ื” ืžืžื ื” ื™ืฆืืช.

ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš, ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš
ื™ืฉ ืื ืฉื™ื ื‘ื“ืจืš.
ื”ืฆื˜ืจืคื•ืช ืืœื™ื”ื ืชื‘ื˜ื™ื— ืฉื™ื ื•ื™,
ื‘ื“ืจืš ืฉืœื”ื ื•ื’ื ื‘ืฉืœืš.
ืื•ืฉืจ,
ืื”ื‘ื”,
ืขืฆื‘,
ืื›ื–ื‘ื”.
ื›ื•ืœื ื ืžืฆืื™ื ื‘ื“ืจืš, ื›ื•ืœื ืืคืฉืจื•ื™ื•ืช.
ืžืื›ื–ื‘ื” ืœื•ืžื“ื™ื,
ืขืฆื‘ ืžืขื›ื‘,
ืื•ืฉืจ ืžืžืœื.
ืื”ื‘ื”… ืื”ื‘ื” ื”ื™ื… ืื™ืŸ ื–ืžืŸ, ื—ื™ื™ื‘ื™ื ืœื–ื•ื–.

ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš, ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš
ื›ืื•ืก ืžื•ื—ืœื˜, ืื‘ืœ ืืชื” ื—ื™ื™ื‘ ืœื‘ื—ื•ืจ.
ื’ื™ืœื™ืช ื›ืฉืจื•ืŸ, ื”ืชืงื“ืžืช ืœื›ื™ื•ื•ืŸ ืื—ื“.
ื’ื™ื“ืœืช ืžืฉืคื—ื”, ื”ืชืงื“ืžืช ืœื›ื™ื•ื•ืŸ ืฉื ื™.
ืœื ืชืžื™ื“ ืืคืฉืจ ืœื—ื–ื•ืจ.
ืขืœ ืจื•ื‘ ื”ื‘ื—ื™ืจื•ืช ืฉืขืฉื™ืช ืœื ืชื•ื›ืœ ืœื”ืชื—ืจื˜,
ื”ืฉื™ื ื•ื™ ื ืขืฉื”.

ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš, ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš
ื—ืœืง ืžื”ื“ืจื›ื™ื ื™ื”ื™ื• ืœืœื ืžื•ืฆื.
ืกื•ืฃ!
ืื‘ืœ ื™ืฉ ืชืงื•ื•ื”,
ื—ื–ื•ืจ ืขืœ ืขืงื‘ื•ืชื™ืš ื•ืžืฆื ืื•ืชื”.
ื ืฉืืจ ืžืขื˜ ื–ืžืŸ, ืื‘ืœ ืืœ ื“ืื’ื”:
ื›ืฉืชืžืฆื ืื”ื‘ื”… ืœื ืขื›ืฉื™ื•, ืงื•ื“ื ื—ื–ื•ืจ.

ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš, ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš
ืืชื” ืœืงืจืืช ื”ืกื•ืฃ,
ื›ืœ ื”ื“ื‘ืจื™ื ืฉืขืฉื™ืช ืžืชื›ื ืกื™ื.
ืืชื” ืžืกืชื›ืœ ืื—ื•ืจื” ื•ื‘ืงื•ืฉื™ ืจื•ืื”
ืืช ื”ืคื ื™ื™ื” ื”ืื—ืจื•ื ื” ืฉืขืฉื™ืช
ืžืฉื•ืš ื‘ื›ืชืคื™ื™ื ื•ืฆื ืžื”ืžื‘ื•ืš.
ื›ื‘ืจ ืœื ืื›ืคืช, ืœื ืื›ืคืช…
ื›ื™ ืžืฆืืช ืื”ื‘ื”.

ืฉื™ืจ ื”ืžื‘ื•ืš, ืฉื™ืจ ื”ื—ื™ื™ื
ืžืชืช!
ื—ื™ื™ืช ื‘ืื•ืฉืจ?

Octahedron Is The Next Album By The Mars Volta

I’m still excited about the last Prodigy album, but sometime in the future I’m bound to start looking for something new. The perfect candidate would be Octahedron – the next studio album by The Mars Volta, my current favorite rock band. The album will be out June 23rd and judging from the previous four albums – it’ll be a fun and crazy listen.

ืืœ

(ื–ื” ืฉื™ืจ ื™ืฉืŸ ืฉื ื›ืชื‘ ืœืคื ื™ ื”ืจื‘ื” ืฉื ื™ื ื•ืžืฆืืชื™ ืขื›ืฉื™ื•. ื”ื•ื ืœื ื’ืžื•ืจ ืื‘ืœ ื’ื ืœืขื•ืœื ืœื ื™ื™ื’ืžืจ, ืื– ื”ื ื”)

ืืœ ืชื ืกื• ืœื ื—ื ืื•ืชื™ –
ื›ื‘ืจ ืœื ื›ืœ ื›ืš ื›ื•ืื‘.
ื™ืฉ ืœื™ ื›ื‘ืจ
ืฉื ื™ื ืฉืœ ื ืกื™ื•ืŸ
ื•ืฉืจื™ื•ืŸ ืกื‘ื™ื‘ ื”ืœื‘.

ืืœ ืชื ืกื• ืœื—ื‘ืง ืื•ืชื™ –
ืื ื™ ืœื ื›ื–ื” ื—ืœืฉ
ื›ืžื• ืฉืื ื™ ื ืจืื”.
ื•ื’ื ืื ื›ื•ืื‘ ืื ื™ ืืชื’ื‘ืจ
ื–ื” ืœื ื›ืœ ื›ืš ื ื•ืจื.

ื•ืื ื ืจืื” ืฉืื ื™ ืœื•ืงื—
ืืช ื”ื›ืœ ืงืฉื” –
ืืœ ืชื’ื™ื“ื• ืœื™ ืืช ื–ื”.
ื‘ืžืงื•ื ื–ื” ืชื ืกื• ืœื”ื‘ื™ืŸ
ืฉืื ื™ ืœื ืืชื.
ืชื”ื™ื• ืจื’ื™ืฉื™ื ืื™ืชื™
ื›ืžื• ืฉืื ื™ ืื™ืชื›ื.

ืื– ืืœ ืชื ืกื• ืœื ื—ื ืื•ืชื™ –
ื›ื“ื™ ืœื”ืžืฉื™ืš ื”ืœืื”
ืฆืจื™ืš ืงื•ื“ื ืœื”ืชืื‘ืœ
ืขืœ ื”ืขื‘ืจ.
ืขื ืœื‘ ืžืœื ื—ืจื˜ื•ืช
ืขืœ ืฉื ื™ื ืื‘ื•ื“ื•ืช
ืื™ ืืคืฉืจ ืœื”ืžืฉื™ืš
ืืœ ื”ืžื—ืจ.

Idea: Online Will

When you die, what’s going to happen to all your online accounts? If you don’t have a “rich” online presence, you probably don’t care. But I do.

So when I die, I want someone to patch things up with everyone – my blog should be properly shut down, my Facebook status would be “Amit Schreiber is dead” and an auto-reply email will be sent to everyone who tries to mail me (also – take me off mailing lists so that my mailbox won’t be filled up with them.) Not to mention handling my bank accounts and stuff like that.

All these require a person, who I trust, to handle. But I don’t want this person to have access to all my accounts right now. Only when I die. Which brings us to the basic usage scenario of my new website idea:

  1. Give an encrypted file to the website containing all the information you want someone to have when you die. Also, provide details of the person you trust (email address, basically.)
  2. Give the trusted person the instructions on how to open the file when he/she gets it.
  3. Die (how’s that for a sales pitch?)
  4. The person will request the file from the website. A notification email will be sent out to you to allow you to block the transfer in case you’re not really dead and the so-called trusted person is trying to get the file.
  5. Once a predefined period of time passed and you haven’t blocked the transfer, the website assumes you’re dead and sends the encrypted file to the trusted person.

This system keeps everyone honest: the website can’t do anything with an encrypted file and the trusted person can’t steel the file because you get notified about it (so you can block the transfer.) All that so you can die happily knowing your online presence is in good hands.

At first I told about it to just a few friends, most don’t think it’s useful because not too many people plan in advance for their deaths. That’s why I call the users of the website a niche market. I don’t exactly expect them to return either, if you know what I mean :) But then came this Slashdot article that states “A wave of new companies are springing up to offer such things as virtual cemeteries, alerts to remind loved ones about the anniversary of your death, and even email services that send an alert to your sinful relatives in danger of being left behind when the Rapture carries you away.” So now I want to implement it.

Girl Stuff

I’ve never been big on writing about my relationships in the blog, but I’ll take a shot at it now by talking about the last (and extremely short) experience I had with a girl.

We’ve known each other for almost a year. I’ve always liked her but never thought she’d be interested in me. It’s a “different league” kind of feeling. With her being on the higher league, that is. But two days before the trip we went out for the first time and I told her about my feelings for her. I felt I could do that because of the trip and everything. And to my surprise it turned out that she had feelings for me as well.

I couldn’t believe it. In fact, I find it hard to believe right now, too.

And so I went on the trip. I thought about her quite a lot during and hoped we could restart things when I’m back. Unfortunately, things have changed for her and she was no longer interested. So it was pretty much over before it started. If you’ve noticed I’m not in the mood over the past few days, this is why.

Now I’m back to my “not looking” attitude – I’m not actively looking for a girlfriend. It’s recovery time.