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I've redeveloped an old habit.

As regularly noted, i hate standing and waiting for the bus. To reduce the time spent doing nothing, I usually get off at 5th and Westlake, and walk the few blocks to 4th and Union (rather than the one block to 4th and Stewart). At a leisurely stroll, i still have fifteen minutes or so to wait. This route goes directly past Westlake Center. This opens all sorts of opportunities- Godiva and See's are both right in the path.
Godiva's usually a little too pricey for my budget, but See's is an old friend- we used to live within walking distance of one.

So, now, i've redeveloped the habit of getting my daily chocolate fix. I figure as addictions go, i've fought with abusing a far more dangerous substance. And i get far more variety with my chocolate consumption than i ever did with alcohol.

Proust and the Talking Heads

This is something more intensely personal than i've shared here before, but it has come up in interestingly odd ways in the past week or so, so i'm going to tell the story of something which happened about fourteen years ago. It has nothing to do with the writer or the band mentioned in the subject line, but a post of this length seemed to require one.

I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax
I can't sleep cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire

( Remembrances of things past, with no apologies to Marcel Proust )

Psycho killer, qu'est que c'est
Far better
Run away
Psycho killer, que'st que c'est
Far better
Run away
Oh yeah

( None to the Talking Heads either. )

You start a conversation you can't seem to finish it
You're talkin' a lot but you're not sayin' anything
When I have nothing to say my lips are sealed
Say something once why say it again

( In for a penny, in for a pound? )

Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir la
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la
Realisant, mon espoir
Je me lance vers la gloire
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

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What a nice Friday evening. Dinner with fellow former Skagit County resident greenshadows at Lombardi's in Ballard. Service could have been quicker all around, but we filled the time admirably with discussion covering the gamut from work (or the lack thereof) through technical stuff, relationship stuff, and politics. Recruiting him to join the other webbie-folk at PaganIDEA. A great evening of discussion with one of my kindred-spirit curmudgeons.