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I finally got a stable enough internet connection to dl 10M of Real Player 8, and now thanks to the wonders of www.echo.com, i'm now listening to various songs of my own choosing. I dubbed the radio station WVDMA. A silly radio station for an even sillier woman, and it's all mine all mine. I couldn't listen to the darn thing at work because of the firewalls, but now i can listen to Bjork and finally put titles to songs. i really suck at that. I must've listen to "Exile in Guyville" 900 times (and i don't think i'm exaggerating all that much) and i still can't tell you what the title of most of the songs are. i'm not usually holding the jewel case to my face while i listen. i just listen.

Snowed whole bunches here today-- ok, maybe not nearly enough for Chicago standards, but even to make my knees knock on the way home from the seminar. Nice, fine, talcum powdery stuff that blew in like a mofo in the space of an hour. When i arrived home safe and sound i didn't just touch the picture of Asphaltia, i gave her a smooch. [some people have St. Christopher or St. Jude, i have Asphaltia]

Unfortunately, it didn't work as well for my poor pal Dr. Rudy. Not because he lacked faith or anything, just a confluence of crappy luck. After coming back from lunch, Rudy got into a fender bender with Jethro driving a van with 30 day tags. It was weird, a total slo-mo accident: weeeere goooooiiiiing tooooo craaaaaa [whump]. it was a soft tap, just like bumpercars (even softer), but it still left a heck of a dent in the side door of the guy's van. I felt bad for Rudy, but honestly? he's scarily absentminded when he drives. i've only ridden with him once before, but jesus on a popsicle he scared the crap out of me. the dammit handles were used muchly, and i started to wonder about the wisdom of sharing a fume hood and handling dangerous chemicals side by side for 4 1/2 years with the dude. some smart people are firmly grounded in the real world, and the rest are reaching for the stars...