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Saturday, September 29, 2001
Trekked to Bard this morning to run in our first meet. The team performed well and took home 5th place out of 13 teams, which was a display of our training diligence. Personally I wasn't thrilled with my effort, but I've got next Saturday to redeem myself. This evening Webb celebrates its Gold Coast heritage with the Gatsby Party, featuring the ever-popular Scofflaws.
Friday, September 28, 2001
Through a freakish break in scheduling, we only had one class this dreary cold Friday: ME 6 first thing in the morning. That left the balance of the day for laundry, shooting pool, eating a long lazy lunch, watching Sling Blade, and taking care of some errands. It felt oddly like a real school this afternoon as people drifted to and from class and to and from all parts of campus in a random, continuously interesting flow. Although today's rain helps the grass, all hope is for clearer skies and still cool air for tomorrow's meet.
Thursday, September 27, 2001
Tests aren't good. It has been a rough day on the ranch, with bad news coming from every possible corner. But, first cross-country meet on Saturday and a very lazy day tomorrow. Rollercoaster - of love. Crazy.
Wednesday, September 26, 2001
In one day we have done a 180. Yesterday was all about design and everything practical, but tonight I am charged with revising for a very brainy vibrations exam tomorrow. You should see the equations for this class - we've got complex operations with complex numbers, and the answer is almost never '-9'. It is simply brutal.
Ship design: the project that STILL won't quit. The thing looks pretty decent, but it is a hypothetical solution to a hypothetical problem that won't ever in a million years get built, so it's hard to feel good about the whole thing. But what else are we going to do? Like Enya says, we've got only time. Closer to not enough time, I reckon.
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
Ship design: the project that won't quit. Saw B.B. King this weekend and now I know why he sings the blues - "When I first got the blues, they brought me over on a ship.." - he must have been working on this project too. But, as the King of the Blues says, I'll survive. Might be a little more tired than usual, but I'll survive.
Saturday, September 22, 2001
This afternoon under sunny skies in Ann Arbor, 109,000+ fans stood in silence out of respect, then erupted as the Wolverines won big against WMU. It's been an interesting return to sports, with a lot more cheering and a lot more emotion. Sports may seem small now, but aren't they an even stronger symbol of our might than two buildings could ever have been?
Thursday, September 20, 2001
President Bush calls the free world to circle the wagons. People applaud. He salutes our oldest and best friend, Great Britain in the person of Tony Blair. People applaud. Then came the introduction of Mayor Rudolph Guliani. The entire nation stands and cheers. Great men are molded by great hardship; Guliani seems to take the fabric of hardship and bend it as he sees fit - let us all endeavour to follow in the shadow of one small man in the coming weeks.
Tuesday, September 18, 2001
Cross country practice. What's the story? How is it that we volunteer our afternoons in the name of some greater glory, proceed to slog our guts out on the open road, then love it? Somewhere a sports psychologist must be laughing his head off at the messed up breed known as 'harriers'. The fitness is a nice by-product, though, and it is hard to argue with a sport that is co-ed.
Monday, September 17, 2001
A welcome back blog to re-open the stream of conscience known as Senior year Fall semester. Cross country and chorus are in full swing, as are classes and miscellaneous recreation. Watch for more updates as I get back in the habit.

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