Sitting in the Planning and Design Library I hear this girl on a cell phone in the hallway.

May.
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Yeah dude, it's been four years...
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Urban Planning. -end quote-

This invisible one sided conversation made me laugh. I then contemplated about my purpose here. What am I doing, am I just being process like so much meat in Cleveland? Will I have this conversation and feel nothing?

Exciting times have prevented me from posting as much as I'd like. My Dean's Assistantship proposal is due Wednesday as is my second paper for 343 (Planning Theory: Ethics and Politics). Both have a suggested page limit of 10. They have consumed my weekend. But, on the flip side, I got the book Bowling Alone by Putnam. It is amazing, a totally comprehensive look at how social capital has dwindeld to its pathetic current state. The impacts of television watching are particularly interesting. Once I get my proposal done (it will include a good summary of the TV chapter) I will post it online.

Aqua Teen Hunger Force is the most disturbing cartoon I have ever witnessed.

I am a

Tropical Cyclone. [screen-shot] [satellite photos] [Joint Typhoon Warning Center]

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(18:35:37)ketteringo:I was just kidding when I said hurricane helmholdt
(18:35:59)nhelm83:i just figured you had already seen this
(18:36:08)ketteringo:they put it in the indian ocean though, not in east lansing
(18:36:22)nhelm83:my powers are greater than you imagined

(18:37:41)wblowsnorth:why is it called that
(18:37:53)nhelm83:i dont know?
(18:38:28)wblowsnorth:you should feel honored

Shitstorm

is an under-used word.

A Long Post about a Day.

Moments ago: I step down the stairs looking at my beet-red hands. It is hard for me to look at their brightness.

The elevator fails again to stop on five. I have to go down the stairs to get to my floor.

I spot Jon Lang in the lobby after I lock up my bike.

I hum the theme to Zelda on my bike ride back from work. I am trying so hard not to think about the wind and cold. Temperature 28 degrees, wind chill 18. I get bonus hearts for passing the hot air vents on the south side of the library.

After pouring the unused coffee down a water fountain I lock up the office.

I discover Tony Senagore has a weblog. Welcome to the club, Tony.

I find out why the police and TV vans were around during lunch.

Random work events consume my time.

I buy a coffee at Beaners in the Union. Some Union workers congregate in front of a window pointing at a police car. I look up to realize that there are more police. I leave the Union and walk down the street. My lunch period was almost over so I walk back to work.

I eat the most delicious breakfast I have ever had at Michigan State University.

Before work I go to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. There are no hot dishes. I have to write (choose from a list) what I want cooked. I choose blueberry pancakes and bacon. While I wait for my food to come up I eat a banana.

To make up for my extreme business

I'll post this interesting article about high school sports in Alaska. It's on the New York Times.