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Tuesday, July 27, 1999
One year ago: Still Coughing
I woke up early Monday morning at Vicki Jean's house. I'd intended to just sneak out and get on the road, but Joseph was up, and VJ woke up too, so I did get a chance to thank them for the hospitality.
The drive back was fine; pleasant, really, starting in the dawn. I listened to unfamiliar drive-time radio, after Morning Edition started to repeat itself. I was hung up when there was an accident on a road that was supposedly a shortcut, but I still got to work at a reasonable hour.
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I've been fascinated with this whole weblog thing. The first time I ever heard the phrase was when Bill Humphries mentioned it in connection with a possible panel subject at Wiscon. Now these annotated, oft-updated link lists are everywhere! Jack wants to develop some software tools to make maintaining a log easy, but he hasn't had a chance to work on that recently, with the move and all. So when Andrew of Benicetobears announced a website for such a purpose, I decided to try it out.
I can't think of a clever name (let me know if something appropriate occurs to you), so for now it's Anita Rowland's Pitas page. I think it will be fun to play with. (Does Pitas stand for Pain in the ass?)
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When I got home, I found that the electricity was out -- again! What incredible lameness on my part. I've put the phone bill on automatic pay, but that apparently can't be done with the electric bill. I took the bus downtown, since it seemed from the info on the bill that I might be able to get there before they closed. Nope! They shut down at five.
I wasn't feeling so great when I got home (though not as bad as Xeney), but I decided to go to dance class, anyway. No sense staying home in the dark, ya know! I'm volunteering in one class, but I'm actually getting some good stuff out of it, since it's all about spins and turns. That's an area I'm always working on. In the intermediate/advanced class, we did more of the eyes-closed exercise.
I knew ahead of time that I wanted to go back to the Washington Dance Club again, so I'd driven the seven blocks to the Century Ballroom before class, and parked in the Community college garage. The WDC is air-conditioned, which I'd forgotten, and I was pleased to see my buddy Joe Ross was DJ'ing.
I came home, and put myself to bed by candlelight, listening to my walkman-style radio.
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