Mindless Philosopher

My commute, from my new place to the office, is 13 minutes–via rollerblade. This morning I tried to remember which side of the road the good sidewalk was on for future trips (there were tons of potholes and general yuckiness). The nice part is that the end of the run is over a smooth bridge, which gives me time to throw on my tie ;).
The car situation is that I’m going to get a 2004 Prius when they come out in about a month. The 2003 that I had my eye on was sold before I could make the trip to the dealer (i.e., before a weekend). Since the 2004 gets better milleage, is a little bigger, and is supposedly going to be sold for the same price, I’m just going to wait it out. (Plus it comes with bluetooth!) The forced exercise of rollerblading only reinforces my decision.

…like the 24-hour Brook’s Pharmacy with a grocery section across the street from the campaign. That will be my savior throughout the campaign. I picked up their last multi-grain loaf of bread (on Kate’s dietary suggestion). Eating PB+J with OJ to boot all day is healthy, right? Gotta be better than Jane’s all-cookie diet.
Oh, I tried one of those new cereal bars (with the milk in the middle). Thumbs down.
Let’s make this a Kate-themed blog: Right now I’m in the office listening to Iceberg Internet radio–knowledge of which I gained from the aforementioned Kate. Thumbs up for this one (esp. since Jewel is front and center).

Alone in the office at 12:15am on “Friday” night. Clearly I’m new here. We’ll see if I’m like this in a month. But I need to stay late tonight since I took last night off:
When I was younger, my Mom always dragged me to musicals; she said I needed “culture.” Well, she was right, and has taught me well, since I’m now dragging myself to “cultural events” I know I won’t enjoy.
The campaign had free tickets to last night’s community theater production of “Guys and Dolls” and I volunteered to go. Now, really I knew nothing about this show other than (1) it was a musical, and (2) TJ put it on back in HS (clearly I didn’t go). So, I asked Josh, a theater person on the campaign, what Guys and Dolls was about. He said, “A New York street hustler.” Well, that sounded promising; and through four scenes, it was pretty good. There was a plot, gambling, and (what then seemed to be) a main character. Unfortunately, a few scenes later I was asking myself, “Is this a kissing book…er, musical?”
Next time I’m paying more attention to the title, and not to Josh.