I let the kittens and Dr Tinycat out of their locked upstairs suite at 5 this morning. I’d already been up for awhile, tending to data and such. Tiny wanted to go outside, so I let her. But the kittens are having fun times in the living room. Griffin totally loves the catdancer type toy… long thin strip of fabric on the end of a 1ft clear plastic rod. Now both he and Fleur are having their way with my expensive walking shoes.

Yesterday I purchased a 1 “terabyte” external hard drive. They have dropped in price dramatically over the last year. In real terms, its actual capacity is 931 gigabytes. (Computer science and marketing departments have different definitions of what a “gigabyte” is and what a “terabyte” is: marking deparments like base 10 arithmetic and computer science prefers base 2, technically speaking, and for different reasons.) As I’ve blogged in the past, I deal with large volumes of digital data, including lots of multitrack audio sessons, like band practices and gigs. Not to mention photos and videos. So more space is good: I can make safety backups and have more room to organize bits. Not exactly one of those fun-n-sexy gadgets, like an iPod, but a big hard drive is extremely useful in my cyborg life.

My tweet upon returning home from the show with Mrs. Random last night:

Santigold at Cuthbert did not disappoint. She even played a STIFFED song! And her dancers/backupsingers were beautiful robotic perfection.i


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