Train #43 Depart Pittsburgh: 3:55pm 6/28 Arrive Chicago: 1:44am 6/29
Train #40 Depart Chicago: 9:00pm 6/30 Arrive Pittsburgh: 8:00am 7/01
More details on those plans after spanish class.
Getting a word in edgewise
Train #43 Depart Pittsburgh: 3:55pm 6/28 Arrive Chicago: 1:44am 6/29
Train #40 Depart Chicago: 9:00pm 6/30 Arrive Pittsburgh: 8:00am 7/01
More details on those plans after spanish class.
Thursday:
dinner of some sort (with friendly type people, hopefully), perhaps up north around 9ish?
Sleep over at tim’s
Friday
Check out MIT’s Center for transportation studies
Lunch with some subset of the cambrige crowd, hopefully including some subset of tim, ernie, doug beeferman, and nuns.
Check out Harvard’s public policy school.
Dinner & head south to hotel.
Saturday
Up early to do pre-biking paperwork.
bike 80 miles.
Crash in a small tent with nuns
Sunday
Up even earlier.
Finish bike to provincetown
Maybe check out TofuAGoGo
Ferry back to Marina Bay
Sleep at Tim’s again
Monday
Up gawd awful freaking early.
Fly back to the burgh.
Anyone who wishes to join me for any portion of this (like, oh, say dinner, thursday or friday), please comment on this entry.
Thanks.
Flight: US Airways flight 560 (Non-Stop)
Depart: Pittsburgh, PA (PIT) – Thu, 20 Jun at 5:55pm
Arrive: Boston, MA (BOS) TERMINAL B – Thu, 20 Jun at 7:38pm
Flight: US Airways flight 1211 (Non-Stop)
Depart: Boston, MA (BOS) TERMINAL B – Mon, 24 Jun at 6:25am
Arrive: Pittsburgh, PA (PIT) – Mon, 24 Jun at 8:08am
As beegle mentioned, dental work is muy expensive. $650ish, after insurance, for a cleaning, 4 fillings, and 12 sealants. What I find most ironic is that the preventative sealants are not covered at all. My insurance, all told, will be covering around $400 for all this, mostly for the diagnostic portions. They’ll pay for you to discover the problem, but not for it to be fixed. Crack monkeys. And that’s with the best dental insurance cmu offers.
Ugh.
One thing I rant about too much on here is my love life. One thing I don’t talk about enough is the kind of love that’s most important to me. The love of friends. Especially in the tight kind of enclaves that formed near me throughout my college career. Share&Enjoy, the Asylum crowd, the Skibo floor crowd, graffiti raiders, the phillips house, wilkins & wightman. None of them had or have formal membership requirements or activities. Glorified social circles, perhaps, but tight ones. I drifted, into, through, along side, and around them. But they are places and collections of friends where I had a strong sense of place and belonging. They mean alot to me, and they are hard for me to turn my back on.
During my time in chicago, I signed onto a number of groups and activities, swim team, chorus, and front runners being the most prominent ones. I never found that cohesive spirit there. I was only getting the sense of belonging and place in the most consistent/longest lasting of those (the chorus) at the end.
But that’s not the point. I just want to say that words can’t express how I care about and value my friends here.
If I could harness a fraction of my motivation to write LJ entries, I would have finished my research paper months ago.
A guy with a dancer/gymnast build, dark hair (preferably no longer than shoulder length), blue eyes, sideburns, some hair on the chin, a kinda grungy asthetic sense, a gentle and lively sense of humor, self-sufficiency and self-discipline, an intensely emotional bent, a nurturing nature and an observational approach to life. Must also speak fluent geek.
There now, that isn’t so much to ask for is it 😉
I admit I have no idea who kingofquiet is, but I love his(?) pics =)
I guess I work pretty hard at my life. I’m embroiled in a few causes, albeit none too deeply, and not at all exclusively for any of them, but I lend a hand here and there.
I study hard, and learn what I can. I still skip my homework more often than I ought, but, I tend to judge that according to what I think I’ll get out of doing it.
My heart may not be in the work, but I don’t think I’m the office slacker I sometimes feel like I am. I’ve done my fair share of late nights in the office that weren’t simply web browsing.
I actively seek out romantic connection. That I’ve spent most of my out life single anyway is a testimony to my own highly specific tastes, impatience with a sedate dating pace, fear and distrust of strangers, and less than ideal hunting grounds.
So, days like the past 24ish hours are rare for me.