I learned tonight Thursdays are not the night to go to the pool late. Massive swim lesson, one lane for laps, 4 people sharing, one a real slowpoke. Had to pause a lot, though not for long, so it was almost like 1000+m without stopping. Almost, but not quite.

That was sweet of the neighbors, Stephanie.

Attn: Awesomesauce Allyson! Our Admin just told me about this great book her brother bought her--Vampire People!

Are we discussing FlashForward anywhere?

Ha! That is awesome!

Boxed Set.

Thanks, Dana!

In math writing, the accepted way to phrase things is "we." "We know that A is true, and therefore Lemma 3 indicates that B is true." "We can see that x=y." And so on. It took me a long while to get used to that.

That "be clever" instruction would have sent me into hyperventilation in seventh grade. Especially if I didn't have a good sense of the teacher's sense of humor yet -- at that age, there were plenty of things that I thought were funny that other people just didn't get, and I hadn't yet figured out how to decide what were references that everyone would understand and what weren't, and I just knew that I was not good at being clever. And being clever while taking a test would just not happen.

Hil's post immediately reminded me of a sixth-grade assignment that was so mind-bogglingly hard, that I was so inapt for, that 1, I still remember it to this day, and 2, I'm kind of mad that I had to do this. As part of some kind of NASA-sponsored project, we had to design a space station.

I mean, WTF? I know every boy in class had a marshmallow space station with eleven prow-lasers already in their mind, but I was TWELVE. I know fuck-all about drawing, let alone space stations. I still remember the frustration of trying to figure out what you could need in a space station. At TWELVE. I couldn't do it NOW. And it was a competition. And we had to work in groups. STILL MAD.

Bon, you can be in my group. I loved that shit.

Signed,

Once upon a time, drew up designs with my next door neighbor for an egg shaped one person car that stored all your music, could provide directions, had voice activated calling, tv on demand that you plugged in at night to recharge.

I found that notebook last time I was at my folks. Cracked me up. Man, if only... Little did I know we'd have bluetooth and garmons and dvd players and ipods and the internet (though I think at that point, my dad had email) and smart cars and...

Ah technology...I was just facebook chatting with my sister, who was on the phone with my mother,relaying messages back and forth to my mom.

Someone offered me free tickets to a taping of SNL tonight...I wonder if they relize it's Thursday.