Can openers are one of those things you don't really think about until you need, I notice.

It's snowing. Hard.

I have a quart thermos of cocoa, five hours worth of GBS set to shuffle, and just a few pages left to write on James Madison.

My government is built off the assumption that I am a terrible person. :(

Been back a week, and finally recovering from Australian adventures.

There's too much to ramble about, so for now I'm just throwing this up:

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These are the dumbest things, but I keep eyeing them. Why?

Sitting in the LAX airport.

In about two hours, I get on a plane to Sydney.

From there, Melbourne.

From there, Darwin.

From there, Katherine.

And after that, Perth.

I'm doing a little dance as I sit on the floor.

Not dead.

Working.

http://www.hacksaw.org/~thomasc/old_mit/richh/pizza.html

I choose to believe that this is true because I have a mancrush on Carl Sagan.

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Avalanches above. Business continues below.

I feel... weird, but good.

Add it up, extract the lesson.

This night is gonna end when we're damn well ready for it to be over.

Riding into the rosy-fingered Dawn.

State of the Self

Two weeks since my most recent dislocation, I'm walking again. 50/50 split with the crutch.

I've become unsettled with eating meat after reading The Omnivore's Dilemma, so, yeah ( Read more... )

One day I hope my name will always be preceded in newspapers by "the great" or "the notorious".

I haven't decided which yet.

If I could do it all over again, I wouldn't mind being a grasshopper.