I’ve tried writing this post several times, but each time I start to hate the way it begins to sound.

Something I’m dealing with among all the other chaos in my life right now it trying to reconcile the choice to live… the willingness to go to great lengths to live… in a city I’ve been continually lambasting for the last eight years.

Please, for goodness sake, all of you: STOP TALKING LIKE YODA!

It’s an old joke.

It isn’t funny.

It never was, frankly.

It’s ancient, like the French surrendering, or that whole thing with your mother last night.

I took the political quiz at http://www.politicalcompass.org/. My score put me well to the left, economically, and strongly in favor of personal freedoms, socially. Internationally, I was closest in proximity to the Dalai Lama, with Nelson Mandela a close second.

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– What an extraordinary weekend!
FRIDAY , I got out of work at 5:15 after no lunch; no complaints, but pretty busy for a weekday. I rode to Hyde Park and stopped at 57th Street Books to pick up the Michelin Green Guide to New York City.

I’m a couple days late, but this past Monday, the 16th was the day of my patron saint, Saint Brendan the navigator.

Aside from being a somewhat scary looking guy, Brandan was an old sea dog, and probably a prolific storyteller.

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– Looking for Scav Hunt ’05 resources? They are posted here.
– Yesterday, and especially last night was bizarre and productive. I spent more time and energy reviewing Star Wars than I ever expected to, but I really felt I was onto something, and also did some work for the wedding and grad school, and straightened my room.

What a compelling, challenging, and quixotically problematic film! I’ve observed to several friends since I saw I Revenge of the Sith at midnight Central Standard Time last night that the most striking feature of the movie, above its many successes and failures, is an increible bravery.

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– Looking for Scav Hunt ’05 resources? They are posted here.
– Yesterday. Whew. I’m too tired to go into it in detail. I got off work at about 5:00, got home by 6:00, worked on my website for about an hour and drove down to Hyde Park at 7:30.

SHAMING THE STAINED TOBOGGAN

Cycle 1.
~4/20/90 – ~5/20/90

Detail Level: II
Interest Level: IIII

Our house on Gold Ave. had finally, sold, or the sale was nearing completion at this time. During the last several months there, the walls were all painted a creamy white (over the rich golds and greens I loved and remembered) and the distinctive Roseville vases were taken off of the shelves and out of the cupboards.

COMMENTS:
– Looking for Scav Hunt ’05 resources? They are posted here.
– Yesterday, I was all but useless. Well, not really, if you define useless as things that “needed to be done, anyway,” but certainly useless in the “visible progress on necessary projects” front.