The Borders of Things

When in Doubt

One probably rushes forward. I'm sitting here slightly insomniac because of the end of the quarter blitz, finishing some work, and watching a rerun of Frazier on late night television. One of the things that amazes me about late night TV is the regularity of adverts for "single" connection phone services. It's like two a commercial break after midnight. Would've thought that myspace would have made such things almost entirely obsolete.

What never gets obsolete, tho, is snow in Seattle, and walking to a meeting tonight I watched some of the largest flakes I've ever seen coming down hard, like miniature snowballs in some earth/sky battle, and the kids come out and play in the snow for the sheer pleasure of it. The varities of the planet never get old, I suppose, only lost.