Ol' Wind's A-Blowin'

We've got a bit of a storm here again. Walking around yesterday was interesting with all the blowing snow. It wasn't very bad, really, since you could at least see the next flag in the line you were following. The windward drift of the station is growing very rapidly, which stinks because it had been at a nice, gentle slope for the last week or so and was pretty easy to walk up with all the moonlight. Oh well, life, like snowdrifts, is little but change.

The weeks keep flying by, and it's going to be mid-winter (mid-summer for you boreal folks) before too long. That's OK with me! Work continues to present a plethora of activities to keep me busy. It would be nice if fewer of those activities involved dealing with balky or recalcitrant technology.

Last weekend's showing of Kill Bill included a short film of the chop-socky genre. I took part, though since I had to work I was one of the first killed. I had the best hair, though.

Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people.
~André Dubus