I'm going to do some ratings for things I've encountered this week a la The Book of Ratings. I don't give letter grades, though. I consider a scale of -5 to +5 to be much more illuminating.
Toast with vegan margarine and peanut butter: -5 Tasted good at first, in a disgustingly salty and gooey sort of way, then made me feel sick. Thoroughly inappropriate behavior for a breakfast food. Notes: whole wheat bread, Earth Balance, Whole Foods 365 peanut butter. Avoid this combination at all costs.
Kingdom of Loathing: +5 Jesus Christ, I'm in love. I'm a level 2 accordion thief (that's Mariachi Larcenist, to you) wearing knob goblin pants and brandishing a razor-sharp trash can lid given to me by Michele. I've also got the Dolphin King's crown and a nice big stack of meat. I'm saving for a meatsmithing hammer, because I'm ambitious that way.
Amateur electronics repair: both +4 and -4 Jacob was mocking me last night for cutting apart the cord on my beloved headphones and being unable to splice it back together properly. I spent hours trying to figure out how to get strange and arcane filaments to connect with one another, using methods including fire, knives, pouting and lots of electrical tape (it's because they're lacquered wires, by the way, not because I'm incompetent). 11:30 last night saw them working perfectly at last, to my great triumph; 8:45 this morning saw them cutting in and out as my connections failed, to my eternal shame.
Elastica: +5 Thanks to my moment of electronics glory and the resulting half-hour of perfectly good headphone sound reproduction, I was listening to Elastica's self-titled album this morning on BART. What the hell was I thinking, forgetting about this and letting it languish unlistened for 3 years? It's fucking fantastic. They're masters (mistresses?) of song-craft. They collectively hold the high honor of being the creators of the absolute best song about car sex ever written. Plus, they're British. I think I'd marry them all if it were legal.
Outsourced architectural services: -3 We got a fax this morning from an architectural engineering company in New Delhi, offering us the benefit of their additional manpower, in full communication with our US team, working while we sleep and all at very reasonable prices. They offer drafting, rendering, modeling, construction detailing, architectural design and planning... in short, all of the same services we offer. I've seen the rate sheets we attach to client contracts and know that our principal architect's work costs around $150 an hour; our project managers and assorted draftspeople range from $60 on up. Theirs start at $6 an hour and top out at $18. I can't slice that any way to make it look good. Maybe it's exchange rates, maybe it's cost of living, I hope it's not quality of life. $6 an hour can't be a living wage for a skilled professional without something being rotten somewhere along the line. It's disturbing.Posted by dianna at July 28, 2004 09:32 AM