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August 17th, 2004

i am not a stuffed tiger.

war on obesity|poverty

Today on Morning Edition, one of my former professors (a.k.a., the marxist epidemiologist) talked about obesity and income. [npr]

I don't know that I learned a lot from his class, but there was always an element of (subtle|meta) entertainment just because this guy was so opinionated.
chair, apartment

another day older

for my super wild and crazy birthday I worked from home -- a.k.a. watched the Olympics on CBC, which is more entertaining because of the Canadian commercials: Tim Horton's (yes), Greatest Canadian (what?), Little Blue Cow (no); the commentary: "A Canadian Record!" in the 4x200m freestyle relay, and cracks in the competitor's optimism: Rick Say's "I'm pissed off, I'm disappointed, it's crap." -- overdosed on caffeine over lunch, went to yoga, and rode home on a super crowded bus (more collective displays of good humor).

After all of that madness, Jeff (who had picked up Cupcake Royale cupcakes) came over and we picked up a stack of pizzas from Pagliacci and met up with friends for a picnic in Volunteer Park. Even though birthdays are stupid, I had fun and we were entertained by a friendly squirrel, crazy dogs, and energy dense foods. We stayed around until almost dark, leaving before it turned from beloved park [sp&r] to sexual real estate [stranger].

Other snap judgments from the olympics: I want to start swimming, Did gymnastics always have spotters?, and The olive leaf crowns are a nice touch.