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test post from the Galapagos....
The always intriguing look inside the mind of me.
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Taking my usual 9am coffee break this morning, my cohorts and I decided to stop, as we often do, at a Dunkin Donuts. We love D&D. We have it at least 2-4 times a week, I'd estimate. We've never had any serious problems or troubles there. Until today, at least.
Due to popular, rampant, and unwavering demand, I have an obligation to the public and my enormous readership to "update this mofo." I suppose it's past time...
Today I was walking back to my room from a Spanish study session, and as I walked, I was leaving a message for a friend of mine on my phone. From behind me I heard "On your left!" I turned to see a man riding a bike. His declaration had caused me to pause right in the middle of the message (so, Sam, sorry about the weird message. Most of it wasn't my fault... most). He apologized for "interrupting my telephone conversation" as he rode by, and he stopped at the light at the intersection. I passed him walking, and eventually he caught up with me, and we had a really unique conversation. This man had waht seemed to be burn marks on his face, he had crossed eyes and very thick glasses, and was incredibly friendly. We spoke about mexican-fried ice cream, about how this place downtown has some, and how it's so great (I told him I'd never had any, and he talked it up like it was the greatest thing in the world). We talked about spring break, college kids, college girls, when college kids leave... What a nice guy. A really unexpected, very nice conversation.
Music: Recently I've been listening to a band I've heard about for months, but only lately have heard. They're called The Mars Volta, and they're amazing. If you're into well-written, hard rocking, head-nodding music with more breakdowns and bridges than a Beck album (no joke), give them a listen. I wouldn't call them heavy, but they certainly have their moments. I downloaded their only release, "De-Loused in the Comatorium," a concept album that defies description. Take this, from their site:
Today I shopped for some snacks for Finals Week (need to keep fueled). I bought a 12-pack of Vanilla Coke, among other things, but that's not the important part. The important part is how the Vanilla Coke was advertised. Right on the box is the likeness of a refrigerator, and on it written "Fridge Pack" and "Keep your cans COOL in the refrigerator!"