Snuggle Buddy

I’m moderately obsessed with my dog.

answering my own question.

iTunes gets album information through CDDB (hosted by Gracenote.com) which finds the artist / track names etc. by associating the number of tracks against the length of each track in their CD database.

This is why if you have made a mix CD and import it into iTunes, you don’t get the track details; obviously, a custom-made mix won’t be in the CD database of commercially sold albums.

I’ll sleep better knowing I answered this.

questions needing answers, vol. 2

Liz: How does iTunes know what CD this is?

Me: I have no idea.

Liz: What?! You’re supposed to know everything!

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Because I need to somehow answer every question that’s asked of me – I’m relaying it to the internet.  How does iTunes get the tracklist from a CD being imported?

Comment or Email Me with answers / advice / therapy because you know I do this kind of thing all the time.

write things worth reading or do things worth writing

I took one creative writing class, one time.

I was a sophomore in high school, and technically, I shouldn’t have taken it.  It was for seniors, but I wanted to and the deciders of these things gave me the o.k.

It was a bad idea really.  I had no idea what I was doing.  I think creative writing calls for a degree of self-awareness, or conversely the awareness that you have no idea who this “self” is supposed to be, that I just didn’t have as a sixteen year old.  I was the worst kind – the sixteen year old who thinks she’s self aware, but actually has no idea what’s going on just yet.    It wasn’t working for me.  This, tied with the fact that it was a class of seniors who I didn’t know, made me very self conscious.  I wasn’t comfortable with other people reading my work, therefore my work was no bueno.

I wish I had taken some creative writing classes in college.   I think I would have had alot of fun with it.

I feel like if I were to sit down and write something that isn’t something i’ve been trained in writing, I’d do it “wrong.”  Which doesn’t make any sense really.  That’s what eighteen years of formal education will do to someone I guess.    Also the fact that my best friend is currently working on her MFA in Creative Writing from one of the most highly regarded schools in the country makes me think there’s at least a little formal training needed.  Just a little.

I just called my mother and told her this.

“I wish I had taken a creative writing class in college.”

“Min, you did alot.  Almost everything you’re interested in you’ve studied.  Just give it a rest already.”

touche, salesman.

Advice, 1.0

“You know what you really enjoy doing, and it’s no coincidence that that’s what you’re good at.  Just find something that let’s you do it.   The context of how and where you’re doing it can change, that doesn’t matter.  But what you really, sincerely enjoy doing – that’s forever.  That’s who you are.  Don’t settle.”

This was good to hear today.

I know, I was there.

In 2008 I began to really appreciate the fact that I have friends who actually like seeing me for extended periods of time, literally seven days a week.

I’m talking about the kind of friends who you see so much they can’t tell you anything about their lives because you’re always there when it happens.

Friends who after 12 hours of classes and meetings ask you if you want to go out for dinner.

Friends who after working 9-5:30 Monday through Friday ask you to hang out on Friday night.

What makes it extra-great is when you still want to hang out with them too.  And you say, “I missed you” when you didn’t see them  for more than 24 hours – and you mean it.

It’s the best.  I feel really lucky to have such amazing friends.   Double extra lucky that most of these people are / were co-workers and friends from school who I worked with over the years.

Today was another reiteration of these relationships existing.  They’re great.  You should get at least one.

I hope in my post-college-graduate life I have relationships like these.