I was trying to remember this morning what I did with all my summers in the past. When I was a kid I did stuff like summer camp and tennis lessons and things, because I liked them and my parents liked to give us opportunities to do stuff and because my parents liked to get us out of the house.
|1992||Outward Bound in Maine.|
|1994||scary convenience store on Cape Cod, run by a bitter angry family who smoked like chimneys, all the way down to the 11-year old. since that summer of walking out of an air-conditioned, ventilated warehouse every day with cigarette smoke clinging to my clothes and skin like crude oil on a penguin, I've been able to detect the slightest hint of cigarette smoke in the air.|
|1995||another Cape Cod summer: washed dishes at a sketchy restaurant, worked at Cumberland Farms, and finished off the summer at a deli (inside a general store which was later bought by a Pakistani man).|
|1996||worked for a temp agency doing indoor construction, assembling a Montgomery Ward offshoot store at the Holyoke Mall. got my first concussion by dropping a heavy steel shelf on my head. after a month of that, I moved to Wisconsin to become a professional a cappella singer.|
|1997||lived with the healthy family of my nutty girlfriend, worked in a gourmet deli.|
|1998||stayed on campus, worked full-time at the helpdesk while writing software for a co-op grant with a professor.|
|1999||graduated, did a paid internship about 4 blocks from my current job. never left.|
Nice commentary on "intelligent design". Apparently Bush is being an asshat again.
I didn't shave for a couple days and decided to have a go at growing a beard. It occurred to me that what I haven't liked about beards is the look and feel of the hair below the chin, so I've been shaving that and it looks really good (8-10 days in the below picture). I've gotten a steady stream of compliments, and I think it looks good, so I'm keeping it for now.