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Happy 100 posts!
Yeah uh that was a couple posts ago.

Also sorry I haven't been good about updating, but between work and the instability of my Internet connection, well, you know how it is. Anyways, you're probably wondering about the job. True to form, I'm going to talk about some other things instead. (I'm not being contrary here; I actually do have plenty to say, but I imagine the interesting news will dry up faster than I'd like, so I'm trying to space my material out a bit). For now, suffice it to say that the job is going well.

A week ago I went to San Francisco to see some people. We went up lots of stairs to Coit Tower (so many stairs), and celebrated our triumph over all those stairs with sandwiches with fries and coleslaw in them, which is apparently some kind of Pittsburgh thing. Then we had to climb more stairs to get back to the car. Such is life. We also went up to Twin Peaks, where the wind was so strong that one could jump straight up and be pulled forwards a few feet (or about a hundred feet, if one were Jesse's sunglasses). The next day we went to the local comic shop, where on Sundays you can hang out and read comics while the proprietor serves you absurdly strong screwdrivers or cans of 98% Rocky Mountain spring water (2% beer-related additives). (I opted for the former.)

Then last Friday I went to the UCSD Open Studios, in which one can wander around the Visual Arts department and see the students' work on display in their studios. There was lots of neat stuff: photography, painting, film, sculpture, digital, performance, and each time you went into a new room you would encounter something novel, for example, piles of gray toruses (donut-sized cheerio sculptures?) and debris, or video of myself looking around the room at 10x speed, or the artist asleep under his desk.

Lastly, I've been having some unusual dreams. On Thursday I dreamed I had moved to Mexico and was commuting to work, to save on rent. The neighborhood was a very picturesque commercial space by a manmade lake, and things were looking good until I found my new place, which one entered through by pulling some boards off of one of the buildings and climbing into the uninviting crawlspace inside. Oddly enough, this seems to closely parallel Matt's recent housing adventures. Then on Friday I dreamed that I had spent too long in the sun, which is not interesting in itself except that it reminds me that we are capable of experiencing quite a few unique sets of physical sensations, but I think this was the first time that the experience of starting to get a sunburn has ever come up in my dreams.