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Jan. 10th, 2004 01:40 amI've been being bugged by my friends to update a bit more.
It's true. I should.
But I'm working now, so it means I have no mornings essentially. I feel OK checking my email in the morning at work, but I think Livejournal is a bit over the line.
Evenings are time for sitting around. I'm still doing stuff, but I don't want to write about it at night. That's so ... conclusionary.
I go about my life and I do things or I think of stuff or I have little rants, but by the time I might post, none of them seem extraordinarily pointful anymore.
Here is a story for you:
The other day Thursday there was a big accident on 128/95 South that I use to get to work. It was big enough that the pointless highway sign on route 2 displayed a message about it. It was big enough that the line of cars waiting at the 95 S exit backed up down rt 2 past the preceding on-ramp. (As the story will explain, I never did see the evidence of the accident myself. If it wasn't big, people are just big dummies.)
Since there's very little I hate in my car more than waiting in stop & go traffic, I just blew on past my exit and hoped I could wing it.
I've taken route 2 all the way across the state to Amherst [exits] and eventually interstate 91. I know it keeps going. Unfortunately my nifty AAA road map does not. I picked two long roads that almost parallel the North-South highway but disappear of the map in the middle and decided they must intersect. Assuming this was true, I should be able to get to other highway-paralleling roads that I know of.
I can't tell you if they do intersect or not. My map's not so good at indicating where turns are allowed vs impossible or other one-way road issues. I can tell you that a friendly gas station attendant named Mario confirmed my dead-reckoning when I gave up and turned back to check. He also bid me farewell with a clever "dosvedanya" (I was wearing my best warm German KGB hat) that compelled me to spend over a minute remembering how to say "spazhibo." Of my 5 word Russian vocabulary, that "thank you" is the one I want to say the most but I never can dredge it up in time to be useful. Maybe next time! I'm sure there'll be one...
Holistic Navigation is never guaranteed to take you by the path you expect. This was truly the case with my Lincoln long-cut. I would never have expected to traverse a 5-way stop (twice!), but I did.
I even came out much lower down, i.e. toward my goal of Newton, than planned. I made it to work a bit late, but quite pleased with myself.
Another thing I've discovered is a public pond & preserve within walking distance of my work, but the day after I found it someone decided to crank up the Arctic. It's been too cold so I've stopped my lunch-break walks. They were a nice way to discover Auburndale.
Today was 5 degrees with a windchill temp of negative 14 degrees. F. That's just too cold! These temperatures are only good for having to brag about to pampered Australian-climate types -- not for actually living in!!
I whine and bitch, but I love the winter. It really is my favorite New England season, even if Fall is prettier.
The end of my story is that I got to bond over a hand-drawn map with the other head guy of the company, who it turns out likes to bike in just the area I had been long-cutting through. That was nice.
Bye everyone! Keep writing!
It's true. I should.
But I'm working now, so it means I have no mornings essentially. I feel OK checking my email in the morning at work, but I think Livejournal is a bit over the line.
Evenings are time for sitting around. I'm still doing stuff, but I don't want to write about it at night. That's so ... conclusionary.
I go about my life and I do things or I think of stuff or I have little rants, but by the time I might post, none of them seem extraordinarily pointful anymore.
Here is a story for you:
The other day Thursday there was a big accident on 128/95 South that I use to get to work. It was big enough that the pointless highway sign on route 2 displayed a message about it. It was big enough that the line of cars waiting at the 95 S exit backed up down rt 2 past the preceding on-ramp. (As the story will explain, I never did see the evidence of the accident myself. If it wasn't big, people are just big dummies.)
Since there's very little I hate in my car more than waiting in stop & go traffic, I just blew on past my exit and hoped I could wing it.
I've taken route 2 all the way across the state to Amherst [exits] and eventually interstate 91. I know it keeps going. Unfortunately my nifty AAA road map does not. I picked two long roads that almost parallel the North-South highway but disappear of the map in the middle and decided they must intersect. Assuming this was true, I should be able to get to other highway-paralleling roads that I know of.
I can't tell you if they do intersect or not. My map's not so good at indicating where turns are allowed vs impossible or other one-way road issues. I can tell you that a friendly gas station attendant named Mario confirmed my dead-reckoning when I gave up and turned back to check. He also bid me farewell with a clever "dosvedanya" (I was wearing my best warm German KGB hat) that compelled me to spend over a minute remembering how to say "spazhibo." Of my 5 word Russian vocabulary, that "thank you" is the one I want to say the most but I never can dredge it up in time to be useful. Maybe next time! I'm sure there'll be one...
Holistic Navigation is never guaranteed to take you by the path you expect. This was truly the case with my Lincoln long-cut. I would never have expected to traverse a 5-way stop (twice!), but I did.
I even came out much lower down, i.e. toward my goal of Newton, than planned. I made it to work a bit late, but quite pleased with myself.
Another thing I've discovered is a public pond & preserve within walking distance of my work, but the day after I found it someone decided to crank up the Arctic. It's been too cold so I've stopped my lunch-break walks. They were a nice way to discover Auburndale.
Today was 5 degrees with a windchill temp of negative 14 degrees. F. That's just too cold! These temperatures are only good for having to brag about to pampered Australian-climate types -- not for actually living in!!
I whine and bitch, but I love the winter. It really is my favorite New England season, even if Fall is prettier.
The end of my story is that I got to bond over a hand-drawn map with the other head guy of the company, who it turns out likes to bike in just the area I had been long-cutting through. That was nice.
Bye everyone! Keep writing!
