Changes

While many folks attended graduation on the Diag, a few blocks away the old Ann Arbor YMCA was being demolished. I watched it for hours. The right side of the building was hanging precariously over the road just prior to this photo. Despite this danger, the hoseman sprayed on.

Trash Talkin'

That bandage cost me $150. Dawn, the woman who put it on me, was very nice and i recommend her bandaging to anyone. Hopefully she will one day be able to travel to Rome and see the original cause of the wound she was bandaging.

Recreational Waste

This weekend i bought myself some time by giving away the best book i'd begun reading in months - i'm quite certain he will get more out of the book than i would have as i barely know my nouns from pronouns, let alone transitives from intransitives.

Not wanting to study statistics, i spent Saturday revisiting an old concept - a class project from 1997, a program that parsed WCC's web-format class schedule (1997 auto-generated html, shudder), prompted a user for the desired classes, and finally figured what sections of those classes fit together time-wise. It took 3 of us 6 weeks to finish this final project and during that time i was continually up from about 10pm to 4am writing C++, much to the chagrin (i'd like to think amazement) of my girlfriend. This time it took me a day to implement most of it in perl.

So what do i have to show for 11 years? New and improved (and faster) ways to waste time.

Sounds

Walking home at 4am, hearing the wind whisper through the old Y.

Names

Walked the same path to work that i've biked for years, but this time i noticed the bridge's plaque. On the southeast abutment of US 23 over Huron is the bridge's dedication plaque. It is 100' away from the path through Gallup Park and there is no path closer to it - yes, placed in a non-prominent position, away from all pedestrian traffic, only to be seen if someone on 23 happens to blow a tire by that spot, walk over to the side of the bridge to take a leak, and happen to look up at the plaque on the abutment. Some 1000 years from now a future archaeologist might uncover this plaque and place our road comissioner's name among the likes of MAGRIPPA, but for now, park-goers will not know those names.

Keeping it Real

The wind fought me to a standstill at times, but i decided today was not the day i'd give in to mere nature. It wasn't really gusting that bad - on the way back, the wind warned me with sound before bumping me around. Had i been looking up i'd have seen the gusts first, then heard, then felt. And if my body were more finely attuned to gravity, perhaps i'd have instantly felt the change before even seeing it, but only if that one smart guy was wrong.