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COMMENTS included an overview of the weekend. Friday featured Mexican food with Jessica and Animate, followed by Animate in concert. Saturday featured spring cleaning, including laundry, shopping, and wedding planning, followed by Colin’s 22nd birthday party.

Last night Jess and I saw fellow judge Lisa and old friend Ricardo, among others, as the band Animate rock out at the U.S. Beer Co. on North Clybourn.

It’s been ages since I’ve been to a good, old-fashioned rocking out.

I’ve deliberately waited awhile to comment on this, because I feel that I’m at a disadvantage from lack of perspective. Whatever that may gain me in terms of objectivity won’t accomplish anything if I don’t know what I’m talking about.

COMMENTS:
– Yesterday… very exciting. Left work before two, rode the bus home, cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom, and my bedroom, and sorted out all of my tax forms and financial documents. Fun fun fun. This was my day.

How did I miss this one from NASA?

Otherings has cited an Irish Times survey soliciting characteristics of “the Irish.”

According to one letter, the Irish are defined by:

1. Punctuality.
2. Attention to detail.
3. Leaving public houses before closing time.
4. Respect for speed limits.
5.

COMMENTS:
– Yesterday… worked late, rode the bus home, got some fried chicken, and worked late.
– Jess and I were walking home from the scav hunt meeting when we felt the wind turn. It was on Cornell, about halfway between Hyde Park and 53rd St.

There is a vocabulary specific to the Scavenger Hunt. It is succinctly outlined in the University of Chicago ScavHunt ByLaws.

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When a high judge ascends to a higher plane of existence, such as the Peace Corps or graduate school, the Sir Ector confirms the absence of our shepherd by ceremonially cutting three of the Scavenczar’s favorite items (an act which would have been met with derision and flogging if the Scavenczar were presenct).1 The Sir Ector then arranges for the Scavenczar’s T-shirts to be shredded and seals the original copies of lists the Scavenczar presided over in a manila envelope, and buries it six-feet deep on the 57th Street Beach.

30 DAYS to SCAV HUNT

Actually, I lie. It’s only 29 days to scav hunt. But I forgot to start the countdown yesterday. Thus I begin to cunningly lure you into the madness.

This is the Largest and Best Scavenger Hunt in the World (though props to Soma for his own noble effort and effect).

COMMENTS:
– Yesterday I felt compelled to live and did so. I was able to leave work around quarter-to-two. I walked up to my Fifth-Third branch (Division and Dearborn) and got the PIN for my Jeanie card. I took the train back home.