Got Soy? Not In A School Lunch
"While many school systems would like to offer soy milk as a choice, the U.S. Department of Agriculture won't reimburse them for it except in cases of medical need. Cow's milk is required by law as part of the federally assisted meal plan, which some school systems depend on for more than half of their cafeteria funds."

But I thionk the most interesting thing about this article was that it pointed out that we have a National Digestive Diseases Information Clearinghouse

I feel special now because in my paper describing the Mexican oil industry's perspective on the Kyoto Protocol, I referred to Columbus as Cristóbal Colón.

Have any of you received a computer virus from me lately? ApL said she did, but I can't figure out how it would have found her, as her name isn't in my Outlook contact list.

I've made my decision. I'm going to Clark Univeristy next year.

Ah, Daylight Savings Time. Three more wonderful weeks of taping up old issues over the Maroon-News office windows to cut te afternoon glare on the computer screens, since even with the media guy's report, we still don't have curtains or blinds.

There have been people holding some sort of vigil in front of the Chapel for the past couple days. If I recall correctly from last year, they're reading off names of people killed in the Holocaust, to try to personalize the tragedy. But when I walked by there was some weird juxtaposition going on.

I forget sometimes how lucky I am to be involved with a discussion board as intelligent as Brunching. Then I see things like this.

Dear Sir/Madam,

Due to a database error earlier last week are re-issuing all accounts with new passwords:

[password]

Although this will get you back into the FTP server, Email Controller and Stats Controller will be down for several more days whilst we update their authentication modules.

If you have any questions please email sales@portland.co.uk

Regards,
Portland Sales

They said "whilst!" Those crazy British. Now if only their ftp server would actually let me connect, I could have put my dotcomments on their site, and not had to get so worked up whilst I tried to find another free host.

I came home today to find an IM from Rachel Borchardt. She was my first on-line-only friend, from freshman year when some banter in Rock Paper Scissors challenges turned into a semester-long e-mail conversation. I've talked to her perhaps twice since the WRPSL went defunct. Her IM wasn't anything of substance -- just "hey," which probably means "I was bored and realized I hadn't talked to any WRPSL people in a long time." She had signed off by the time I got home, so I didn't get to actually have a conversation. So now I'm just left with this weird nostalgia feeling.

The fact that I had to walk all the way home just to use Outlook to check my e-mail means it's kiosk time for Webmail.

It's amazing how much diference an article can make. "Little time needs to be spent..." means just about the opposite thing that "A little time needs to be spent..." does.

There's a point in my thesis where I make a reference to something Jesus said. And while the reference fits the argument I'm making, it feels really strange to be saying it. I have this impulse to rewrite the sentence in non-Biblical form, as if that will make it more legitimate. But I wouldn't be doing this if it were a reference to Max Weber, or John Stuart Mill, or Wolfgang Sachs. And it isn't like I'm using the fact that Jesus said it to prove anything -- I'm just referring to an idea he had.

Amazon.com has pretty poor tastes in REM albums. And it's inflicting them on me.

I came across this post today. It's amusing in light of how many photo credits -- front page photo box credits, even -- I've gotten since then. On Friday at Battle of the Bands, I grabbed the new sports digital camera to take some photos, since I didn't see any Maroon-News photographers there. It was nice -- much nicer even than Marsi's digital, which I've been carrying around with me everywhere. But in some ways it was too nice. When Scott Rosenthal had to yell to me to use the flash, I realised it was like trying to learn to play the violin on a Stradivarius.