The wind blows so hard in Central Illinois, I have to use this book as a doorstop most of the time. On calm days, I read a page or two.
I own an absurdly large (i.e. full-size) van. I’ve always loved big vehicles. I used to covet hearses as a small child until I learned they carried dead people in them. When I got older, I stopped wanting large vehicles … and bought one. Then gas hit four dollars a gallon. This coupled with my pangs of conscience about destroying everyone else’s environment finally got to me, and I bought a scooter, a Yamaha Vino 125. I wear a flamboyantly yellow vest so other motorists see me, and I get 70 MPG’s. I’ve commuted for 2300 miles on it in the past year. It’s amazing.
Yerba mate. I drink it compulsively like most people smoke, but it helped me: (a) stop smoking; (b) stop drinking pots of coffee; and (c) capture and prosecute all the free radicals in my body.
I might not always be laughing in the movie, but I think others would be laughing at me.
I own a full-sized van that gets eight tons of dinosaur dung to the mile, so I bought a scooter to commute to work. I also installed a drip irrigation system to cut down on water consumption in the summer. I also take longer strides when I walk on grass, so as to minimize my impact on the earth.
The Airport card adapter (not the card … just the adapter) from the G3 iMac I sold two years ago. Or my hairbrush.
Someone at the Illinois physical plant decided it was going to be cold today, so they turned on the radiant heat in the main library. The only problem is that it’s going to be cold tomorrow. Today it’s 60 degrees … outside. It’s about 78 degrees inside. And I’m drinking mate. And sweating. And complaining on my blog.
