No Dorkbot for me this month either. If I don’t make it in May, I’ll have to wait until September.
My bank’s technology choices continue to frighten me, though unsurprising they may be.
Delilah has become the most affectionate cat I’ve ever seen. When she goes back in heat again, it’s going to be crazy.
They’re glad it’s almost over at this point.
Then I ended up out on Long Island, taking the lamentable 6:49PM from Stony Brook. This train takes 30 minutes longer to get to the city than any other since it waits in stations while the rush hour traffic passes it on the single track of the Port Jefferson Branch.
February has turned to March, and March has turned to snow.
The evidence on the ground suggested otherwise.
I should walk past wearing a sign that says “Fuck you.”
They’re calling for 8-12 inches.
It’s February, it must be Dorkbot. It appears that Valentine’s Day is on-deck.
The Linuxization of the Gadgetry
Meh.
I was back in familiar territory.
Other than the car that’s parked where the lawn used to be,
it looks almost the same as when I lived here.
Having grown up in suburbia, it wasn’t until I left it that I realized,
snow shoveling as day labor is a suburban phenomenon.
The snow makes the ordinary seem more interesting, more intimate in a way,
by blocking out background.
Meanwhile, underground, the stalactites are the least scary part of a Broadway station
on the G line that looks like it’s going to disintegrate.
It’s hard to get high shots in this city. The trains and bridges provide most of the free ones.
Speaking of snow, I miss Billy.