Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Monday, March 21, 2005
I have been a bad person.
How else to explain a three-hour stint in an ash-strewn Purgatory?!
After staff meeting (in which I made several doodles that I will post sometime in the future) we started our quest. North- and southbound up and down both 19th and 20th Streets, starting at 9th Avenue, North and extending to 14th Street, South. The equivalent of 25 blocks each way, done four times--100 block faces total, driven at a crawl, with all the windows open in an effort to keep from being choked to death, while trying to make hurried notes on a pad of paper about the condition of various tree pits, sidewalk benches, trash receptacles, light fixtures, brick pavers, concrete paving, signal boxes, sidewalk vaults, handicapped ramps, manhole covers, sewer covers, meter covers, &c., &c., REMEMBERING, if you will, that one of the primary reasons I write this silly blog is that I don't have any coworkers whith whom I'd just love to sit down and have a three-hour chat.
Nor, for that matter, share a car with for three hours.
I'm going to eat lunch now.
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