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Before the actual post, a little note on the updates to this blog. After hearing that my side-bar was a bit cluttered and made navigation difficult, I’ve installed little plug-in that lets users with java hide the contents of a Category. I may refine the method of interaction later when I’ve got more time (but probably today so I can procrastinate my thesis).

Almost lost part of my finger a few minutes ago while I was preparing a yam dish. I was dividing a slice that was a bit too thick for its own good and my knife took a short-cut off the side and started to slice through the flesh of my right index-finger. Fortunately I wasn’t going too hard against the yam and, though I cut through a couple layers of skin, nothing deep enough to bleed.

With all the time I’ve spent working on cars, bikes, and computers I’ve had my fair share of punctures, scrapes, burns, electric shocks, and lacerations. Add cooking injuries to that list. It shook me a bit, though, because all of the other injuries were general on the hand or arm; parts of the body that are a bit more robust. My finger, though? Goodness..what if I lost the poor little guy?

For that, I shall take a moment to appreciate my right index finger:

• For twisting the lids off small bottles,
• for dog-earring book pages,
• for scratching the right-side of my scalp when it gets an itch,
• for all of the glove-pulling and bandage applying it does for my left hand,
• for holding the fingernail clippers for my left hand and foot,
• for lacing up laces, buttoning buttons, tying ties, and all of the other tasks that I may use it for when dressing,
• for handling my wallet,
• for shaking hands (given, it gets some help from the rest of my digits),
• for taking the caps off pens,
• for turning the keys of cars,
• and for all of the wonderful stuff I’ve left out…

Thanks you, right index finger.

Vignetting: a lens defect that reduces light at the edges.

Bed before 11, woke up at 3:27. Dreams again.

I was on an island, it looked forested from where I was standing on the coast next to a simple, single wood-plank pier harbor. Some girl came running from the interior. She’d been running from a t-rex with such fear that she hadn’t realized she lost it. She went running down the pier which started to collapse under her feet. As she started to fall into the ocean I grabbed her by the shirt and kept her up. I wasn’t able to lift her quickly enough from what would be her second distress and she got hit in the back of the head with the oar of a passing row boat. She didn’t realize where the hit came from and blamed me since I was the closest one >_< . I tried to explain that I was only trying to help and that I wasn’t the one who’d hurt her but she didn’t believe me.

Thought I didn’t recognize her, within the dream she must have been part of a larger party (that had included me) because soon there were four of us heading into the interior. The two newcomers in the lead turned into this hedge-maze and the girl and I followed. Within the maze the two of us farther behind were attacked by a large flying bug and a rogue (I know..geeky RPG dream). Despite taking down both of the attackers the girl still gave me the cold shoulder.

My lot, I suppose