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Cleaned the living room and my bedroom last night, got the chips, pretzel bits, fruit, juice, stuff for guac, baked a cake, still need to make sweet potato/black bean burritos, bake another cake, pick up hummus & pita from open flame or somewhere, ice both cakes, clean kitchen and bathroom. That should be doable, right? =)

Rising Stars is a superhero (or “special” as they’re called in this series) comic book series by J Michael Straczinski, who architected and wrote the majority of babylon 5. The first graphic novel compilation of it was great, though at the end it started to slide a bit. The second compilation continued the slide to the point where I felt it was only marginally better than Gen13 (ie, it started to suck, big time.) He starts to sacrifice entertainment quality for ideology. Audiences have a hard time appreciating your eminently sensible politics when they’re fighting to remain conscious.

spoilers alert

So how does the following sound as a blurb? (I can’t believe I agonize over such bits of verbage)

Do You Like To Swim?

We are starting a

pittsburgh swim team

for

gays, lesbians, bisexuals,

and friends of the community
open to all ability levels.

Interested? email differentstrokes@pobox.com for more information.

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12 hours of sleep (not including about an hour or so of waking up, eating, and falling back to sleep).

Then I got up this morning, and worked out prior to placing nose to grindstone. Now it is approaching lunch time, and I have much political economy foo to read, and am HuNgRy.

So, sleeping on a train does in fact suck, to the extent that it’s even possible. Especially when that train gets in late, and leaves no possible time to go home, shower, change, etc. So I’m off to the (on campus) gym to take care of such things. Sooooo tired. And really need to do some prebirthday party cleaning tonight.

whining about my loneliness, not unexpected after 9 hours on a train 😉

“He’s so bright, if only he’d apply himself”
more personal history whining follows

“On a warm summers eve, on a train bound for nowhere…”

The Gambler — Kenny Rogers

I love traveling by train. It’s more “real” than flying. It’s
arguably less scenic, but clouds quickly get boring to watch, and
trains travel through all sorts of areas. I’ve always felt safer
never felt at all crowded (which is, in a way, a problem, in that it
means that the train is virtually unoccupied, which means it’s not
doing so well fiscally.)

involved musings and analysis

I was bored on the train to chicago, so I wrote a bunch of stuff, cut & pasted here for your enjoyment. I’ve broken it up into a few topical sections for your ease of perusal.

The trip itself and me reading the paper