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2 March 2001

7:03 PM: Not much going on. Earthquake the other day in Seattle, of course. Something about seeing photos of actual piles of rubble does give one pause before making blithe comments about how we really need a quake around here to scare away the recent too-rich arrivals so normal people can afford to live in the city again. Maybe I'll just stick with the recession. Since Generalissimo El Busho seems so determined to bring one on anyway.

Been reading Manifold: Space, the sort-of sequel to Manifold: Time by Stephen Baxter. Now this is the Stephen Baxter I remember: bleak, doomed, people being crushed by the general stupidity all around them and the inexorably hostile universe, with some promise of a very nebulously "positive" end-result that makes up for maybe 1/1000th of the pain that has come before. Like, you're dead, but we made this commemorative china plate! Only with physics and stuff.

Also been hanging out at a different bar a bit. I'm so faithless. But it's fun, much more of a dive. The promising thing about it is that it was bought from the previous owner by 4 or 5 of the regulars at the time, and as a result was never "improved" by any of the intervening waves of poor taste. It's its original kinda tacky but fun self. Thus a demonstration that this is possible. Better start saving now...

Working from home today. How the heck did I do this over the summer? I must have tapped into some deep pocket of previously-untouched discipline and used it all up. Because now I'm sure finding it hard to not stop what I'm supposed to be doing and go do things like... well, like this, instead. Guess that's my cue.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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