Year: 2006

Astronaut Memories

It is absolutely pouring here in Boston. However, I’m not really all that wet, thanks to my rain gear; just my feet a bit (I need a pair of those shoe covers), and the lower half of my face (the

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Last night, I went over to REI to pick up my cycle trainer. It’s a little frame I can drop my bike into to provide some resistance while riding inside. I plan on making all of my Star Trek watching

Last 24th before 24

Tomorrow I turn 24. I suspect that, like last fall’s 22 -> 23 transition, it will seem like nothing happened. Word on the street is that a card from Grandma is in the mail. I spent the weekend in Detroit,

Employee Communication

On Tuesday, I received 78 e-mails at work. This is over an order of magnitude above normal. This is what happens when there are two things being evaluated in my group next week, and lots of planning for future projects.

Transit Meme

They definitely need to have the Seattle Monorail on there. Got at b3co.com! “Penny Lane” from Anthology 2 by The Beatles

Dreaming

A few recent posts from others on their dreams reminded me – I haven’t had any vivid dreams lately. I’m not sure if it’s work stress, or not enough sleep, or too much caffeine, or just growing up, but it’s

Requiem for a Dream

and I just finished Requiem for a Dream. It’s hard to call a movie like that “good”; I usually say “well-done”, because it was. It’s just not the kind of movie you want to see. I thought back to the

Dialing Wands

I was on a business trip down to D.C. this week, and at the hotel I saw something I had never seen before: elevator dialing wands. Every elevator panel, inside the car or at each elevator lobby, had an 18″

D&D Meetup

So I tried out a D&D Meetup (http://dnd.meetup.com/768/?gj=sj8) at the Boston Beerworks near Fenway. Five other guys showed up; they all seemed pretty cool, although unfortunately most of them live way oot and want to run games in the ‘burbs

The Hatred Frequency

I have discovered what I call the Hatred Frequency™. I call it that, because if you hear it long enough, it will cause you to hate everything, and eventually slip into an inescapable murderous rage. I’m not sure how long

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