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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-25 09:54
Subject: Mesopotamia
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THEY shall not return to us, the resolute, the young
The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
Shall they come with years and honour to the grave? 

They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain
In sight of help denied from day to day:
But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
Are they too strong and wise to put away? 

Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide—
Never while the bars of sunset hold.
But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
Shall they thrust for high employments as of old? 

Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?
When the storm is ended shall we find
How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
By the favour and contrivance of their kind? 

Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
Even while they make a show of fear,
Do they call upon their debtors, and take council with their friends,
To confirm and re-establish each career? 

Their lives cannot repay us—their death could not undo—
The shame that they have laid upon our race.
But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
Shall we leave it unabated in its place?

_______________________________________
Rudyard Kipling 1917
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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-23 16:03
Subject: After Pat's Birthday
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http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/200601019_after_pats_birthday/

By Kevin Tillman

Editor’s note: Kevin Tillman joined the Army with his brother Pat in 2002, and they served together in Iraq and Afghanistan. Pat was killed in Afghanistan on April 22, 2004. Kevin, who was discharged in 2005, has written a powerful, must-read document.



It is Pat’s birthday on November 6, and elections are the day after. It gets me thinking about a conversation I had with Pat before we joined the military. He spoke about the risks with signing the papers. How once we committed, we were at the mercy of the American leadership and the American people. How we could be thrown in a direction not of our volition. How fighting as a soldier would leave us without a voice… until we got out.

Much has happened since we handed over our voice:

Somehow we were sent to invade a nation because it was a direct threat to the American people, or to the world, or harbored terrorists, or was involved in the September 11 attacks, or received weapons-grade uranium from Niger, or had mobile weapons labs, or WMD, or had a need to be liberated, or we needed to establish a democracy, or stop an insurgency, or stop a civil war we created that can’t be called a civil war even though it is. Something like that.

Somehow America has become a country that projects everything that it is not and condemns everything that it is.

Somehow our elected leaders were subverting international law and humanity by setting up secret prisons around the world, secretly kidnapping people, secretly holding them indefinitely, secretly not charging them with anything, secretly torturing them. Somehow that overt policy of torture became the fault of a few “bad apples” in the military.

Somehow back at home, support for the soldiers meant having a five-year-old kindergartener scribble a picture with crayons and send it overseas, or slapping stickers on cars, or lobbying Congress for an extra pad in a helmet. It’s interesting that a soldier on his third or fourth tour should care about a drawing from a five-year-old; or a faded sticker on a car as his friends die around him; or an extra pad in a helmet, as if it will protect him when an IED throws his vehicle 50 feet into the air as his body comes apart and his skin melts to the seat.

Somehow the more soldiers that die, the more legitimate the illegal invasion becomes.

Somehow American leadership, whose only credit is lying to its people and illegally invading a nation, has been allowed to steal the courage, virtue and honor of its soldiers on the ground.

Somehow those afraid to fight an illegal invasion decades ago are allowed to send soldiers to die for an illegal invasion they started.

Somehow faking character, virtue and strength is tolerated.

Somehow profiting from tragedy and horror is tolerated.

Somehow the death of tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of people is tolerated.

Somehow subversion of the Bill of Rights and The Constitution is tolerated.

Somehow suspension of Habeas Corpus is supposed to keep this country safe.

Somehow torture is tolerated.

Somehow lying is tolerated.

Somehow reason is being discarded for faith, dogma, and nonsense.

Somehow American leadership managed to create a more dangerous world.

Somehow a narrative is more important than reality.

Somehow America has become a country that projects everything that it is not and condemns everything that it is.

Somehow the most reasonable, trusted and respected country in the world has become one of the most irrational, belligerent, feared, and distrusted countries in the world.

Somehow being politically informed, diligent, and skeptical has been replaced by apathy through active ignorance.

Somehow the same incompetent, narcissistic, virtueless, vacuous, malicious criminals are still in charge of this country.

Somehow this is tolerated.

Somehow nobody is accountable for this.

In a democracy, the policy of the leaders is the policy of the people. So don’t be shocked when our grandkids bury much of this generation as traitors to the nation, to the world and to humanity. Most likely, they will come to know that “somehow” was nurtured by fear, insecurity and indifference, leaving the country vulnerable to unchecked, unchallenged parasites.

Luckily this country is still a democracy. People still have a voice. People still can take action. It can start after Pat’s birthday.

Brother and Friend of Pat Tillman,

Kevin Tillman
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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-20 14:04
Subject: Weekly sign that the world is coming to an end...
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Tags:ridiculous.
A school in Utah has outlawed tag.

Yep, you heard it here. Tag. From recess. This rule will be enforced and everything.

http://www.thesunchronicle.com/articles/2006/10/18/features/feature37.txt

So is touch football and any other unsupervised "chasing" games that are deemed to pose the risk of injury as well as liability to the school.
"It's a time when accidents can happen," said Principal Gaylene Heppe, in her second year at the helm of Willett.


Have we become such a litigious society that we are forcing children to live in a law-laden bubble in order to protect our own pocketbook security?

How many times were you ever rushed to the ER for TAG?
How many gun fights did your tag game start?
What exactly constitutes "supervised" chasing games?
Are we going to outlaw Candyland next because it harkens to an imaginary world?
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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-20 13:36
Subject: Why not?
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1. Explain what ended your last relationship? The poor decisions it began with caught up to us.
2. When was the last time you shaved? Wednesday (legs, underarms & more private areas)
3. What were you doing this morning at 8 a.m.? On the train to work.
4. What were you doing 15 minutes ago? Eating a piece of birthday pizza. (White, no tomato sauce and boatloads of red pepper, basil & garlic powder).
5. Are you any good at math? With a calculator.
6. Your prom night? What prom?
7. Do you have any famous ancestors? Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
8. Have you had to take a loan out for school? Will have to.
9. Do you know the words to the song on your myspace profile? Myspace? Please.
10. Last thing received in the mail? Cancellation notice from Cingular Wireless
11. How many different beverages have you had today? 3 glasses of water *
12. Do you ever leave messages on people's answering machine? Rarely Call, and even more rarely do I leave a mesasge.
13. Who did you lose your CONCERT virginity to? Chris Isaac.
14. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach? No
15. What's the most painful dental procedure you've had? Not the root canal, but capping it..
16. What is out your back door? I don’t have one.
17. Any plans for Friday night? The girl & my birthday.
18. Do you like what the ocean does to your hair? Yes, actually.
19. Have you ever received one of those big tins of 3 different popcorns? Yes, nearly ever Christmas growing up.
20. Have you ever been to a planetarium? YES! Cognitivelust is taking me to Hayden again for the bd. .
21. Do you re-use towels after you shower? Yes.
22. Some things you are excited about? Autumn, newly-discovered Pop Rocks Gum, sending the “Mustaches of the week” to my aunt, taking the girl to San Francisco for the first time, having the holidays together, getting into the workout groove again.
23. What is your favorite flavor of JELLO? I prefer the pudding. And pistachio, if you must know.
24. Describe your keychain(s)? It has 4 keys on it. That’s it.
25. Where do you keep your change? Pocket. I ching when I walk.
26. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people? May.
27. What kind of winter coat do you own? I don’t. And I live in Philadelphia, so I should probably fix that.
28. What was the weather like on your graduation day? Both were hot & humid.
29. Do you sleep with the door to your room open or closed? what door?
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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-19 15:31
Subject: 'Beginning of the end of America'
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Olbermann addresses the Military Commissions Act in a special comment

By Keith Olbermann
Anchor, 'Countdown'
Countdown
Updated: 15 minutes ago
We have lived as if in a trance.

We have lived as people in fear.

And now—our rights and our freedoms in peril—we slowly awaken to learn that we have been afraid of the wrong thing.

And we have been here when President Franklin D. Roosevelt insisted that Executive Order 9066 was necessary to save American lives, only to watch him use that order to imprison and pauperize 110,000 Americans while his man in charge, General DeWitt, told Congress: “It makes no difference whether he is an American citizen—he is still a Japanese.”

American citizens, in American camps, for something they neither wrote nor said nor did, but for the choices they or their ancestors had made about coming to America.

Each of these actions was undertaken for the most vital, the most urgent, the most inescapable of reasons.

And each was a betrayal of that for which the president who advocated them claimed to be fighting.

Adams and his party were swept from office, and the Alien and Sedition Acts erased.

Many of the very people Wilson silenced survived him, and one of them even ran to succeed him, and got 900,000 votes, though his presidential campaign was conducted entirely from his jail cell.

And Roosevelt’s internment of the Japanese was not merely the worst blight on his record, but it would necessitate a formal apology from the government of the United States to the citizens of the United States whose lives it ruined.

The most vital, the most urgent, the most inescapable of reasons.

In times of fright, we have been only human.

We have let Roosevelt’s “fear of fear itself” overtake us.

We have listened to the little voice inside that has said, “the wolf is at the door; this will be temporary; this will be precise; this too shall pass.”

We have accepted that the only way to stop the terrorists is to let the government become just a little bit like the terrorists.

Just the way we once accepted that the only way to stop the Soviets was to let the government become just a little bit like the Soviets.

Or substitute the Japanese.

Or the Germans.

Or the Socialists.

Or the Anarchists.

Or the Immigrants.

Or the British.

Or the Aliens.

The most vital, the most urgent, the most inescapable of reasons.

And, always, always wrong.

“With the distance of history, the questions will be narrowed and few: Did this generation of Americans take the threat seriously, and did we do what it takes to defeat that threat?”

Wise words.

And ironic ones, Mr. Bush.

Your own, of course, yesterday, in signing the Military Commissions Act.

You spoke so much more than you know, Sir.

Sadly—of course—the distance of history will recognize that the threat this generation of Americans needed to take seriously was you.

We have a long and painful history of ignoring the prophecy attributed to Benjamin Franklin that “those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.”

But even within this history we have not before codified the poisoning of habeas corpus, that wellspring of protection from which all essential liberties flow.

You, sir, have now befouled that spring.

You, sir, have now given us chaos and called it order.

You, sir, have now imposed subjugation and called it freedom.

For the most vital, the most urgent, the most inescapable of reasons.

And — again, Mr. Bush — all of them, wrong.

We have handed a blank check drawn against our freedom to a man who has said it is unacceptable to compare anything this country has ever done to anything the terrorists have ever done.

We have handed a blank check drawn against our freedom to a man who has insisted again that “the United States does not torture. It’s against our laws and it’s against our values” and who has said it with a straight face while the pictures from Abu Ghraib Prison and the stories of Waterboarding figuratively fade in and out, around him.

We have handed a blank check drawn against our freedom to a man who may now, if he so decides, declare not merely any non-American citizens “unlawful enemy combatants” and ship them somewhere—anywhere -- but may now, if he so decides, declare you an “unlawful enemy combatant” and ship you somewhere - anywhere.

And if you think this hyperbole or hysteria, ask the newspaper editors when John Adams was president or the pacifists when Woodrow Wilson was president or the Japanese at Manzanar when Franklin Roosevelt was president.

And if you somehow think habeas corpus has not been suspended for American citizens but only for everybody else, ask yourself this: If you are pulled off the street tomorrow, and they call you an alien or an undocumented immigrant or an “unlawful enemy combatant”—exactly how are you going to convince them to give you a court hearing to prove you are not? Do you think this attorney general is going to help you?

This President now has his blank check.

He lied to get it.

He lied as he received it.

Is there any reason to even hope he has not lied about how he intends to use it nor who he intends to use it against?

“These military commissions will provide a fair trial,” you told us yesterday, Mr. Bush, “in which the accused are presumed innocent, have access to an attorney and can hear all the evidence against them.”

"Presumed innocent," Mr. Bush?

The very piece of paper you signed as you said that, allows for the detainees to be abused up to the point just before they sustain “serious mental and physical trauma” in the hope of getting them to incriminate themselves, and may no longer even invoke The Geneva Conventions in their own defense.

"Access to an attorney," Mr. Bush?

Lieutenant Commander Charles Swift said on this program, Sir, and to the Supreme Court, that he was only granted access to his detainee defendant on the promise that the detainee would plead guilty.

"Hearing all the evidence," Mr. Bush?

The Military Commissions Act specifically permits the introduction of classified evidence not made available to the defense.

Your words are lies, Sir.

They are lies that imperil us all.

“One of the terrorists believed to have planned the 9/11 attacks,” you told us yesterday, “said he hoped the attacks would be the beginning of the end of America.”

That terrorist, sir, could only hope.

Not his actions, nor the actions of a ceaseless line of terrorists (real or imagined), could measure up to what you have wrought.

Habeas corpus? Gone.

The Geneva Conventions? Optional.

The moral force we shined outwards to the world as an eternal beacon, and inwards at ourselves as an eternal protection? Snuffed out.

These things you have done, Mr. Bush, they would be “the beginning of the end of America.”

And did it even occur to you once, sir — somewhere in amidst those eight separate, gruesome, intentional, terroristic invocations of the horrors of 9/11 -- that with only a little further shift in this world we now know—just a touch more repudiation of all of that for which our patriots died --- did it ever occur to you once that in just 27 months and two days from now when you leave office, some irresponsible future president and a “competent tribunal” of lackeys would be entitled, by the actions of your own hand, to declare the status of “unlawful enemy combatant” for -- and convene a Military Commission to try -- not John Walker Lindh, but George Walker Bush?

For the most vital, the most urgent, the most inescapable of reasons.

And doubtless, Sir, all of them—as always—wrong.

(http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15321167/)
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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-17 16:16
Subject: BBC: Small but steady steps to civil rights progress in the media
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While reading this (http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/london/6059726.stm) article on "web rage" I noted my first example of non-gender specific media relations.

Throughout the article the man's wife (?), presumably (given the content of Islam and the notion that homosexuality is "haram", or forbidden, therein) is refered to as his "partner".

This simple replacement/ extraction has enormous ramifications in terms of creating a gender-neutral platform that fosters inclusion without omitting facts. Who his "partner" is to him is no different nor less than the next man's wife or the next woman's girlfriend.

Lends a bit to the belief that opponents of equal rights among same sex couples are, at base, discriminating by gender (Cognitivelust can add her legal reference here).
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In related legal news (following the train of thought that same sex relationships face a form of gender discrimination), the California Supreme Court(in it's overruling of a proposed equal rights for marriage amendment) found that discrimination against same-sex couples in the marriage setting does not implicate equal protection principles.

The In Re Marriage Cases, in the California Court of Appeals held that California's statutory definition of marriage by a vote of 2-1 does not violate the California constitution. (A trial court previously ruled it did.)

From:
http://writ.news.findlaw.com/amar/20061013.html

That's because it felt that racial and gender equality - the context in which the cases plaintiffs cited arose -- lie at the core of the State's equal protection principle.

The majority went on to conclude that the antimiscegenation laws were not like the anti-same-sex-marriage laws: Even though the antimiscegenation laws formally barred whites from marrying blacks just as much as vice versa -- and thus in some sense applied to all races equally -- they were also clearly part of a system of racial hierarchy and subordination of people of color. And it was that system, the majority felt, at which the California constitution's equal protection guarantees took aim. Similarly, a system of subordinating women, in particular, would run afoul of the same guarantees.

But what about a system of subordinating gay persons?

One might argue that such a system is also a system of gender discrimination - after all, California's marriage laws make the gender of one's intended partner relevant. But the majority said that this fact does not mean that California's scheme is gender-based for the purposes of equal protection analysis. Both male-male and female-female couples, after all, may seek same-sex marriage. Accordingly, the goal of the marriage laws is not to subordinate women to men or vice versa. If anything, it is to subordinate gay persons, regardless of gender.

That means, the majority concluded, that the equal protection argument here must arise, if at all, from the claim that discrimination against gays and lesbians is at least substantially analogous to discrimination against race- or gender-based groups.
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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-12 11:42
Subject: Boxing Today.
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Missed workouts twice this week... but will definately be all over the bags this evening. 

Jumping rope, shadowboxing, hitting the bags, mittwork, drills, 150 pushups/ 150 situps/ 150 jumping jacks/ 3 max sets of pullups and sweating until exhaustion. 

And I... can't... wait. 



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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-12 11:36
Subject: Worth the read. Really.
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TWITCHING

Twitching with Twight

BY MARK TWIGHT

What's your problem? I think I know. You see it in the mirror every morning: temptation and doubt hip to hip inside your head. You know it's not supposed to be like this. But you drank the Kool-Aid and dressed yourself up in someone else's life.

You're haunted because you remember having something more. With each drag of the razor you ask yourself why you piss your blood into another man's cup. Working at the job he offered, your future is between his thumb and forefinger. And the necessary accessories, the proclamations of success you thought gave you stability provide your boss security. Your debt encourages acquiescence, the heavy mortgage makes you polite.

Aren't you sick of being tempted by an alternative lifestyle, but bound by chains of your own choosing? Of the gnawing doubt that the college graduate, path of least resistance is the right way for you - for ever? Each weekend you prepare for the two weeks each summer when you wake up each day and really ride, or climb; the only imperative being to go to bed tired. When booming thermals shoot you full of juice and your Vario shrieks 7m/sec, you wonder if the lines will pop. The risk pares away life’s trivia. Up there, sucking down the thin cumulus, the earth looks small, the boss even smaller, and you wish it could go on forever. But a wish is all it will ever be.

Because the ground is hard. Monday morning is harsh. You wear the hangover of your weekend rush under a strict and proper suit and tie. You listen to NPR because it's inoffensive, PFC: Politically Fucking Correct. Where's the counter-cultural righteousness that had you flirting with Bad Religion and the vintage Pistols tape over the weekend? On Monday you eat frozen food and live the homogenized city experience. But Sunday you thought about cutting your hair very short. You wanted a little more volume and wondered how out of place you looked in the Sub Pop Music Store. Flipping through the import section, you didn't recognize any of the bands. KMFDM? It stands for Kill Mother Fucking Depeche Mode. Didn't you know? How could you not?

Tuesday you look at the face in the mirror again. It stares back, accusing. How can you get by on that one weekly dose? How can you be satisfied by the artifice of these experiences? Why should your words mean anything? They aren't learned by heart and written in blood. If you cannot grasp the consciousness-altering experience that real mastery of these disciplines proposes, of what value is your participation? The truth is pointless when it is shallow. Do you have the courage to live with the integrity that stabs deep?

Use the mirror to cut to the heart of things and uncover your true self. Use the razor to cut away what you don't need. The life you want to live has no recipe. Following the recipe got you here in the first place:

Mix one high school diploma with an undergrad degree and a college sweetheart. With a whisk (or a whip) blend two cars, a poorly built house in a cul de sac, and fifty hours a week working for a board that doesn't give a shit about you. Reproduce once. Then again. Place all ingredients in a rut, or a grave. One is a bit longer than the other. Bake thoroughly until the resulting life is set. Rigid. With no way out. Serve and enjoy.

"You see your face reflected there in a sweating brow, you hate what you see, but what can be done when there's no way out, no way out?"
The Chameleons, "Intrigue in Tangiers"

But there is a way out. Live the lifestyle instead of paying lip service to the lifestyle. Live with commitment. With emotional content. Live whatever life you choose honestly. Give up this renaissance man, dilettante bullshit of doing a lot of different things (and none of them very well by real standards). Get to the guts of one thing; accept, without casuistry, the responsibility of making a choice. When you live honestly, you can not separate your mind from your body, or your thoughts from your actions.

"If you really want to hurt them and their children not yet born tell them the truth always".
Henry Rollins, from the book See a Grown Man Cry

Tell the truth. First, to yourself. Say it until it hurts. Learn the reality of your own selfishness. Quit living for other people at the expense of your own self, you're not really alive. You live in the land of denial - and they say the view is pretty a long as you remain asleep.

Well it's time to WAKE THE FUCK UP!

So do it. Wake up. When you drink the coffee tomorrow, take it black and notice it. Feel the caffeine surge through you. Don't take it for granted. Use it for something. Burn the Grisham books. Sell the bad CDs. Mariah Carey, Dave Mathews and N Sync aren’t part of the soundtrack where you're going.

Cut your hair. Don't worry about the gray. If you're good at what you do, no one cares what you look like. Go to the weight room. Learn the difference between actually working out and what you've been doing. Live for the Iron and the fresh air. Punish your body to perfect your soul. Kick the habit of being nice to everyone you meet. Do they deserve it? Say "no" more often.

Quit posturing at the weekly parties. Your high pulse rate, your 5.12s and quick time on the Slickrock Trail don't mean shit to anybody else. These numbers are the measuring sticks of your own progress; show, don't tell. Don’t react to the itch with a scratch. Instead, learn it. Honor the necessity of both the itch and the scratch. But a haircut and a new soundtrack do not a modern man make. As long as you have a safety net you act without commitment. You'll go back to your old habits once you meet a little resistance. You need the samurai's desperateness and his insanity.

Burn the bridge. Nuke the foundation. Back yourself up against a wall. Have an opinion one way or the other, get off the fence and rip it up. Cut yourself off so there is no going back. Once you're committed the truth will come out. You ask about security? What you need is uncertainty. What you need is confusion; something that forces you to reinvent yourself, a whip to drive you harder.

"I never try anything - I just do it. Want to try me?
White Zombie, "Thunder Kiss"

In Dune, Frank Herbert called it "the attitude of the knife,” cut off what’s incomplete and say “now it has finished, for it has ended there.” So finish it, and walk away, forward. Only acts undertaken with commitment have meaning. Only your best effort matters. Life is a Meritocracy, with death as the auditor. Inconsistency, incompetence and lies are all cut short by that final word. Death will change you if you can't change yourself.

“If I can change one, then I can change two. If I can change two, then I can change four. If I can change four, then I can change eight. If I can change eight, then I can change.”
One Minute Silence, "If I Can Change"

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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-10 17:41
Subject: Missing the gym
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Running a little late with a busy day at work... I narrowly missed the window to catch a bus shortly after 5 p.m., that gets me to a boxing gym (see inset icon) in about 45 minutes to an hour so that I can train for an hour just prior to closing. It makes for a long night, sure, but there is no greater release after 8 hours of 9-5 Office Space drama than punching something repeatedly and working your body to exhaustion. 

As I missed this bus and had a crapload of stuff on my desk, I elected to use the wasted time tonight... rather than have to rush out of bed with the girl another morning this week. 

Blegh. 

Good news is that I was able to change my hours a bit; 8:30- 4:30 beginning next week.

So- for now, clear some stuff off the desk and pushups/ abs to be done at home. A bit dismal, but at least it's something.
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The Accidental Philadelphian
Date: 2006-10-10 10:23
Subject: Little Fires
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As if the people here suddenly realized that we have to do work some of the time... 

It's nonstop putting out little fires all morning. "Oops, we were supposed to have done this two weeks ago," etc. 

grumble, grind, grumble grind.
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