Google + Conan => Reggie Watts

It’s funny how quickly information moves around. I swear this first started with an article on the New York Times, but I can’t seem to find it now. Regardless, the article I read, whatever the source, led me to YouTube to find the video of Conan interviewed at Google HQ. More »

Trail Running

Bored with running the usual 2-point-something miles around the lake, I decided to leave the paved path and run on one of the many trails that branch off the main loop. I prefer sprinting over jogging any day, so this was a fun diversion; finding solid footing and avoiding branches is much more exciting than timing your breathing to your footsteps. So when the trail looped back onto the main paved loop, I quickly ran off onto the next trail I could find. This one, however, wasn’t so well beaten, and so before I ended up in the middle of no-where, I slowed, spotted some walkers on the trail, and dashed off towards them, bursting through the branches and back onto the path. A hill rose up to my right, at the top of which was a pavilion with a faintly discernible line of roots and dirt leading up to it — and so I ran to the top as fast as my legs could take me. Now, I had been running for a little less than 2 miles at this point, so when I made it up to the pavilion, winded, I decided to just walk back to my car, all the while searching for other bifurcations that wouldn’t put me too far from my destination. Imagining what I thought was a trail, I rushed off into the wooded area, crashing through branches and brush. Once or twice, I got caught on something, but kept moving forwards. Emerging, I took note of my surroundings and check my arms and legs; a thorn in each hand, a scrape on my arm, and a droplet of blood on my knee; a small price to pay for a whole lot of excitement.

The Blizzard Aftermath

Two blizzards hit the east coast, days apart. I’ve only been into work once this week; it was closed on Monday from the weekend snow. On Tuesday, I went in, but they sent out an email saying they’re preemptively closing for Wednesday. And today, Thursday, they’re closed and assessing the aftermath.

Myself? Car shoveled anew, I’ll be trekking down to North Carolina in an hour or two to spend Valentine’s weekend with Linda. Hopefully the roads are in some state of sanity, but I doubt it. A co-worker told me that Maryland’s already over it’s snow-budget, which, according to this article, happened back before the New Year — explaining the terrible conditions the roads were in on Tuesday as I drove into work: three-lane highways were reduced to one, lanes would suddenly disappear, and random patches of uncleared snow would suddenly appear (How’s that for a run-on sentence?).

Speaking of snow, I’d just like to say that people who live in apartments ought to learn some manners. If someone spent a lot of time clearing off a spot for themselves, don’t just take it. That being said, since I’ll be gone, I’m sure someone will take my spot. I just hope it’s not whichever neighbor that’s been smoking in their apartment, wafting carcinogens to my own.