{"id":63,"date":"1998-05-08T21:10:20","date_gmt":"1998-05-08T21:10:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ubuntu.my\/wp30\/archives\/1998\/05\/08\/geckos.html"},"modified":"1998-05-08T21:10:20","modified_gmt":"1998-05-08T21:10:20","slug":"geckos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/archives\/1998\/05\/08\/geckos.html","title":{"rendered":"geckos"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i felt rather blah today. correct that. i feel rather blah today. i haven&#8217;t quite figured out why though. a nice person told me that i might be depressed and i wouldn&#8217;t be suprised. actually, nothing would suprise me today. it is a blah day.<\/p>\n<p>when i was five, my mother told me to think of exciting things when i was blah so i envisioned kaleidoscopes of rainbows. there is something intriguing about color. it made me want to be outside and i realized the source of my problems. i am always inside, always working on what i want to work on in an environment i don&#8217;t want to be a part of. damn stanford and its external modems. one day. the world will be beautiful when nothing depends on any location. i can code in the middle of the jungle, surrounded by zebras and giraffes. i hear zebras are cruel; i hope that is not true because they are cool looking. for now, i will stare at the geckos. they too are pretty; it must be the colors.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i felt rather blah today. correct that. i feel rather blah today. i haven&#8217;t quite figured out why though. a nice person told me that i might be depressed and i wouldn&#8217;t be suprised. actually, nothing would suprise me today. it is a blah day. when i was five, my mother told me to think [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-old"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}