We don't have one of those in the LAista tugboat.

I didn't even know we had a tugboat.

Gronklies. I, too, had a shit night of sleep. Mine involved vivid and horrific nightmares. Whee? Also, it's my last "real" day of Spring Break. Work again Monday. Can't complain given this nice break, but I'm so not ready.

Baby foxes!!!

Your hair is fine, right, Kat? So is mine, and it seems to do pretty well nonetheless. It was a little heavy, but only on the left side where I overdid the amount this morning. The rest seems pretty light to me. Although I'm no expert.

After reading the product description, I looked, and sure enough the other ingredients include honey, wheat flour lipids, and avocado oil. I think my hair is a salad.

Observations from my mid-afternoon constitutional:

I've been trying to take 30 minutes a day to make up for the walking I used to do near daily before my work and home moved closer to the train I take. I've been walking down Beacon Street to the bottom of Beacon Hill (for the benefit of localistas) and then walking up and over Beacon Hill taken the interior streets, trying to maximize both uphill and degree of elevation.

So I was passing the State House on my way down and for the first time noticed that one of the side entrances through the gate and up to the State House has a big sign declaring it the "General Hooker Entrance". My first thought was "Wow, Massachusetts pols are even more blatantly venal than I thought." My second was "Does this mean there's a "Specific Hooker Entrance"?"

On a more serious note, I noticed a line of silent demonstrators posing with a large wooden cross in front of the main State House entrance. Glancing at the placards, I noticed they were all variations on "stop the bloodshed", "this would be a good time for peace" and "end the war" and was immediately happy to see a religious anti-war protest.

Back to a more humorous occurence: I passed a woman strong-arming her 2-3 yr. old down the street. He was obviously working himself into or out of a full blown tantrum as he wailed his lament at the cruelty of the world: "THIS IS BORING!!! THIS IS REALLY BORING!!!!"

The kids - they get jaded so young these days.

Baby foxes!!!

ION, OMIGODDEDOFCUTE!!!!

I passed a woman strong-arming her 2-3 yr. old down the street. He was obviously working himself into or out of a full blown tantrum as he wailed his lament at the cruelty of the world: "THIS IS BORING!!! THIS IS REALLY BORING!!!!"

This would make me laugh and laugh.

I've been thinking about boring lately, as part of my job is to make working on drudgery things engaging for my kids. And it turns out, as an adult, I am almost never bored. I make my own life, so I can do what interests me, and it turns out lots of things interest me. I think bored must be mostly a lack of control.

This would make me laugh and laugh.

It was really funny. He was "stamping-his-foot" walking, trying to lag behind as he was dragged forward by one arm, and beating his thigh at the unfairness of it all with his free arm.

I wish I could keep ξ and ζ straight. They're unfortunately both labelled squiggle in my head and I have to look them up every.single.time.

I remember Zeta because it looks like the mark that a drunken Zorro would make. It starts out pretty good but then droops down in an intoxicated way.

I have one student who constantly complains about being bored in my class. I usually reply that I'm pretty bored too, what with having to say the same thing over and over again ("Be quiet. Sit down. Get rid of the gum. Be quiet.") and maybe it would be more interesting if I taught some math! She was unimpressed by my suggestion.

Also, hey, I know somebody who works in a sleep study place in Boston! Er, but I'm not sure where. So if any of you have a technician named Mike with a brown goatee and blond hair, try working in a subtle Buffy reference. He might be One Of Us. Well, not in the Buffista sense, just in the Joss-love sense.