Not Chicago

I went to Chicago for a job interview. Oddly enough, I never step foot into Chicago city limits. I think we should limit cities to their proper. I'm just saying. I got my hopes up.

It's almost like a cruel joke

It might be all the Jonathan Edawrds and St. Augustine I've read or it might be the four years I've spent at an engineering school; but I cannot escape my hunger for logic.

After reading this article I understood the punch-line of a perfectly comic truth: despite my spirit's hunger for logic the language of my mind is painfully illogical.

I adore puns

From the the 2010 Farmer's Almanac:

"for instance, we are predicting a major snowfall in mid-February; possibly even blizzard conditions for New England (indeed, even shovelry is not dead)."

Love it.

An affinity for phonetics

I find so much phonetic pleasure in the word podiatry. I'm not sure why. It's just so great to say and such a joy to hear.

Thanks to TBS I now feel a strong sense of camaraderie with two groups of ethnic minorities.

Possibly the oddest dream I've ever had

Last night I had a dream where I followed Diane Sawyer on a great journey. Her goal was to "live off the land" in a rugged survivalist fashion.

We traveled down a giant rice paddy/cornfield that was flooded; because of the tall nature of the cornstalks and water up to our chests we trudged for awhile all while walls of fire closed in on us (it was at night and given the nature of the explosions causing the fires I am lead to believe it was in Vietnam during the war). We spent a lot of energy trying to hold onto our journals but they were lost in the saturated field as we were making our exit.

Our journey ended at a giant farm of some sort with many trees--I think it was in the pacific northwest--where we met up with George Costanza (yes, George from Seinfeld). The three of us then moved giant logs by hand. The end.

It is a long word whose legitimacy is suspect...

This reporter made up a new word. I like it.

" conditionofanonymitybecauseofconfidentiality "