Thursday, January 31, 2008

New York Weekend for under...

Scheduled outage at 4:30 PM PST, again.

Now that you know how to get to New York for under twenty dollars, I think you can also stay the weekend and get back for under $100, inclusive, without sleeping in the Subway. I couldn't tell you everything about it now, because I would not include all the ethnic places at discount prices. Even if I discouraged you from going to a whole list of these enclaves because of crime, I couldn't eliminate honestly. So basically, I could toss you the stay-close-to-Chinatown version, but I couldn't go into detail about, say, Little Jamaica. But it basically involves taking a Chinatown bus, eating cheaply in an immigrant enclave, and sleep in some Jersey City turnpike stop with the coupon you found in the travelers' hotel savings guide, which you picked up at the rest stop. It can be done, I believe. I'll try it sometime...maybe in three years.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008


The February metro pass is... olive green. That just had to be spoiled for me this afternoon. Anyway, my leisure literature called a big catalog came in by UPS today. Nice, free reading material with colorful pictures. I found my recipe collection from 5 years ago. It's called 50 Recipes, and from 5 years ago. Copyright 2003, CM inc. (old name for Jangoo.) Among them, Paradise Slush, the precursor to Shaved Ice. It's a smoothie in a blender. No point in saying that, however. But here is the uncensored recipe, which does not require you to purchase anything from my website.

Paradise Slush
2lb. assorted fruit
1tbsn. assorted spices*
1 cup yogurt
1.Mix yogurt and spices
2.Put fruit in blender
3.Put on liquefy for 30 seconds
serves 2-3
cinnamon, nutmeg, mint, etc.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008


It's official when it gets here- C.E. gets the tie of shame for the week!

I made a speech yesterday about making money from home- I want to pursue what I said. I do have quite a few things to chuck for a fee, such as new, intact-in-big-plastic-case 1 gig memory card for $10 including shipping, $9 without. I want to see how much I can sell by September (mostly over long vacations) through whatever convenient means possible, for now I am quite to busy to do a selling blitz.

Since I do not feel like I wrote enough, I will continue writing my first autobiography, which I started last April. "Memories of a time past." Any suggestions for an alternative title? I think it's fine.

My former selling life. Part 1.
I think I pronounce it on my website. We have a little disclaimer that says "We don't sell candy on school time" That was true- our supervisors never let an eye off of us, most of the time. When the third graders first came last year, they really did bad things for me. Even in the presence of faculty they would gather next to me like squirrels and ask me to deal them some. Then the adults knew I dealt. How could I control them?
At our school it was a tradition. Everyone bought and sold from others. There were the buyers and there were the sellers. I was a seller. It was easy to rack 15 in profit in one week for about 30 minutes of work. However, I think I was the first to target lower-schoolers. Before my prominence, everyone dealt with seventh and eighth graders, for they keep secrets. However it was done, the lower school started to buy en masse from me. Maybe because I didn't charge $3 a bar of candy and I gave easy loans. Anyway, my clients and associates kept the whole thing a mutualistic relationship with me, and most of the time it was a success.
To at least finish all for today, I most liked to sell in Central Park, on the water at Choir Camp and on bus and plane trips. Keeping my tradition, I don't sell stuff on school time.

PS I am a supporter of free trade in schools. I will tell you that "the beauty parlor will" not "spawn the Camel Cigarette stand."

Monday, January 28, 2008

Freedom of my speech

"Blogger will be unavailable Monday (1/28) at 4:00PM PST for about 10 minutes for maintenance."
I think that's about 8 pm in my world.

So I did the 3 minute speech today. I had to switch topics at about 6:30 this morning because I could not stop talking about my subject- running a candy shop, in a first person narrative about the Tuck Shop. I finalized my speech on the train about selling things from the convenience of the home. It went fine at 3 minutes 26 seconds.
I want to post the transcript somewhere, as well as the collection of post card from the UK. I never told about this on the blog. Like the blog, I sent a postcard every day or more. They all arrived in America and they portray an awesome narrative.

Sunday, January 27, 2008


After making my head spin from jogging in the cold and giving a presentation on God's people and their fall and return to grace, I dressed in a tuxedo and played a concert. The tuxedo had five parts- special shirt, special pants, bow tie and cummerbund, a cloth belt, and a special suit-coat. So for 40 minutes our DCYO played music. Bartok, Mozart and Copland. Then I listened to the superiors. They played some long symphony. And now I just got home. I have my speech ready for tomorrow...

Saturday, January 26, 2008

15 hours and 7 minutes

It looks like it will snow. The clouds look that way. Remember, this is a normal Saturday so I was at DCYO doing my thing until... I just got home. This copy of Huck Finn, which I was given by the school, seemed different than the last edition I had. Mainly, I don't really like the size of the book. It's a little too rectangle-y. Read the first chapter this morning, at about 7am, because I could not stay asleep- it's the getting up at 6 every morning.

Main House will get a website!

Friday, January 25, 2008

Post 80 Day

80 is a sweet number. Dividable by so many numbers. Just like 60, my favorite number.

So today was a strange day anyway. First period, test. Second period, Kingdom of Glory, an awesome film. Awesome like GATTACA, another of my top-rated movies. Third period was actual learning, Fourth and fifth periods, play a game called Circus Minimus. The rules were really too complex to be a board game. It would have worked better as a video game. Also at that time, we saw pre-release footage of a chariot race on the big screen in the theater. We just had to stop before seeing the man be trampled by a speeding cart. Seventh Period, test. Eighth and Ninth periods, intramurals. P.S. Main House won basketball 67 to 49. Orchestra. E2 (frankly more reliable than the 4:40 shuttle) Metro. Home. Blogging. That was my day.

By the way, I guess when I make the movie about "My medieval adventure" (posts 78 and 79), there would be a sword fight. Otherwise I would not alter it to make it like Cheaper by the Dozen, which had absolutely nothing to do with the book. Like it was meant to be that way.

Thursday, January 24, 2008


The King then took me on a tour of his grand dwelling. I asked him, of course in old English, what he was most afraid of. "The end of my reign when I die." He explained that he needed to get an immortality machine so he would never end up like his minions in the grave. We then returned to the work shop that looked like Santa's. "Done yet?" demanded the king. "Ready now."said the elfs. The king told his squire to summon his court.

The whole room was filled with the extended family within a few minutes. The king proclaimed proudly about the machine. "No longer shall the inevitable happen to our family." So greedily he tested the device on his beloved stallion and his in-laws. They climbed into the stone box and the king fiddled with colored buttons. A few minutes later, the door opened and out oozed a slimy liquid. The king took a peek, timidly. He then drew his mighty dagger and held it to the squire's neck. "Now look what you have done. If death doesn't take me, then my own people are the only people that will. For I have trusted you and your inferior people for years. Now I know, and I was foolish for tolerating you here. Death to you, and away with your scoundrel type." He lifted his dagger above the crowd. I interrupted. "Dear host, whilst you want the impossible for your day, why don't you come to my time, where there is proven immortality." The king agreed so. He opened the main gates to let his people go outside in freedom to build civilization.

The king opened a heavy door. "Here is my aircraft. I built it myself, with a little help from my people. I think it goes really fast." The King beckoned me into his craft with himself and his dearest family. I pointed the aircraft towards the west, and we sped through time.

In my time, I thanked the king as a courtesy. "Take my royal dagger as a memory of me. I thank you for preserving my empire." I made a little ceremony of it, waived goodbye to everyone, and walked towards my house. After all, I was only away for a short while.

And the best part was that I got some original video footage from the medieval period.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008


Since today was as typical of a day I would ever get, (asides from getting out of school 40 minutes early because an assembly went way too short) I would do a special story time.

You probably not heard of it yet, but on my last major adventure I made big history. First off, I already set a record as the first person to time-travel. What is this time-travel device I am talking about? It in fact does not look like a box. It in fact, and is, an ex-military supersonic jet. I bought it cheap online, added a miniature oil refinery, because there was no airplane fuel before the industrial revolution. So this is my time machine. Einstein calculated that time-travel was impossible. I thought so at first, but if you could arrive in New York before you left London, about half an hour to be exact, on a Concorde, can't one multiply that and go back a day, more? So I did the test. The following story is my representation. Of course the people talked in their native dialect, but why should I tarry so?

I took my plane and flew it towards the west. I broke the sound barrier over the Pacific and pushed the engine as fast as I could get it to go. By the time I had to land to refuel, I was already a week in the past, said the airport clock. It was working. I was crazy, I wanted to go back as far as I could, even if it meant for me to become trapped in the old days. It was a sincere desire; I sat in that seat, making an occasional fuel stop. By some time, proper runways turned to dirt fields and then landing on some flat plain. My plane nearly got destroyed when I tried to land on the western front. Bad mistake. So it went swell. Past the 1800's, 1700's, 1600's, until the year 1256, according to my hand held gadget that calculated relative time versus speed and all that jazz. My plane just would not take off the ground. Then I realized, why don't I just enjoy the moment. Of course I landed near a castle, for there was no easier way to find that valued bacon grease that kings eat, so that I might use as fuel. I have never been in a castle before, so I walked up to the moat. The guards lowered the bridge and opened the gates for me to enter to the sound of trumpets. “We have been waiting for you to come for the last century.” said Squiria, the king's assistant. "Our king wants us to build a time machine, and a whole list of other gadgets. But thanks to you, we can be set free." "So?", I asked. "You're here. You have relieved our mandate. "Squiria shall oversee that he shall bring a person from the future to our castle as part of project #34, proclaimed as Time Vacuum." Squiria said; "We were forced here, our people know that this is an impossible feat. That is why. It is so lucky you came, that I and others may return to the outside world." "But why was that King, so nice to me, so mean to you?" I asked. "He is afraid of the inevitable. About 20 years ago, when he learned about one way that he would be no better than us, he became afraid. He ordered his servants to round up anyone who was conscious and lock them in his castle to build something to protect himself."

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

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So for MLK day yesterday I did not do nothing, rather I went to a FREE special performance that included a large gospel choir, Denyse Graves, Elanor Holmes Norton, and, with the use of that oxford comma, lots of important people in the audience who will be up for re-election this year. That's Kennedy Center. For Free? For Free. Then I had a Chinese dinner.

But in the morning...
I had a violin lesson at 9:30 (got up at 8. Ugh!) Then I studied in the Georgetown Univ. library with a picturesque view of Rosslyn and the river. Then I went to KC.

Monday, January 21, 2008

AM blogging

I heard it on the airwaves. Our family, as well as most other families in America, qualifies for a proposed $1600 handout from the government. There is, however, one thing that would keep us from our free money- who gets it. The money would go to only families with joint incomes of $40,000 or more.
I am not a total egalitarian, but as I calculated, that means $20 an hour, $10/ hour for each parent. But what if... Only one parent works while the other takes care of the children? Single parent households? How many jobs have you seen available for $20 an hour?

All told, I like the plan, but since the money can be used as normal cash, I don't see it fully benefiting the economy. As someone said on TV,(paraphrase)" the people who were rich enough in the first place to get the free money would be too responsible with it, and the people who won't get it need it for day-to-day needs"

My idea- Cash only usable for paying loans or buying things procured by American greed. Things like oversized houses, cars, fancy technology. And give the cash to everyone, so every politician gets re-elected for this populist idea.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Artic Blast

I am typing this entry with half frozen hands. The temperature is currently 26F outside at this time, but it felt much, much colder outside. In the car it never got warm enough to take my outside jacket off, nor my gloves. In fact, water bottles which were in the car overnight actually froze over, so basically it was below freezing when I got in.

Now here is an outline of my day:
Went to church, of the 1 hour variety, and a calm Sunday School session. Walking to church it wasn't so cold, but on the way back I was chilled to the skin within half a block. Then there was Target Greatland. FYI I typically go to the one near seven corners, probably just because it's just down the street, namely across the river on Rt. 50 and 6 more miles. Not too far at all. Picked up some stuff at discount price. Oral-B Orthodontic floss, 2 packs of 50 at 2.50 each, half the price of the local CVS. Laundry detergent was an amazing $3 for 120 oz, but unfortunately, this Target Greatland does not sell music stands. So amazingly, it was only a 2 mile drive to a local music store for one of those heavy duty Manhasset music stands that require assembly. On the same road I accessed the Kam Sam Oriental Supermarket. Bought some Chinese food. Just out of curiosity, I checked and found that most of the foods at the markets were actually made in the USA. (Is it really cost-effective to send a can of soybean drink across the ocean?) It kept on getting colder outside, which I noticed when filling the gas tank. By the time I de-staticed and flip the pump on, my hands were chilled. Wicked cold. On the Henry G Shirley Memorial highway home, state troopers were handing out $1000 tickets to lots of people. Not us, and if we got one, we'd have to only pay like $100, because the law applies only to Virginia people. I did read that some cities like Front Royal will pardon anyone who got one. So I got home and moved all the plunder from the car into my residence. Hands cold within a few seconds. Now I'm inside and don't plan to go out until it gets warmer, or Tuesday when I have to go to school.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

A different day

Never take the full-functioning Metro Center for granted.
There was major platform work at the most important junction, and trains on 1, 2, 3 lines were single-tracked, letting one train pass at a time, downtown. Getting to DC Youth Orchestra without the car available was different this weekend. It should have taken less than an hour, but with the waiting for the train to pass through the one-tracked section it took 25 extra minutes.

On the way back, it was obvious that the bus was the better way to go. 11 minute train wait, or a 62 bus ready to go. A quick ride to Petworth, where condo construction had scattered the on-street terminals. A crowded 70 bus was there to board, and at the convention center, a Circulator bus was conveniently in sight. Time: 1hr and 10 minutes.

This is atypical of DC, but in New York, they do this type of construction every weekend. This is hardly a big disruptions, as there are four tracks on much of the line. So most of the work involves switching trains from local to express, express to local. However, there was one priceless experience. Skipping 10 stops on an abandoned center track. (N-train to Coney Island, in Brooklyn.) There used to be regular train service there, in the 1960's.
I could go on about all the unique things- the multitude of abandoned platforms and stations
DC just has two plain tracks and 80-something well-planned stations.

A simple diagram: Metro Center

work*_____{ }__ R ^Chinatown
to Virginia ______ *_________{______} O/B to Fed Triangle

Friday, January 18, 2008


I Can't believe it. The snow is nearly gone, and it just came yesterday. We talked about this blog in English class today. I guess why people think this is a good blog is because people love to relive time. Only a hypothesis. The play, the twelfth night, was actually pretty good, and the using of one set actually worked well and did not make the play look like impromptu work. Good job.

Via Cellular telephone from New York:
Basketball game report.
Childs School 54, St. Thomas 39.
Overall, how is ST T's season doing? I'm going to find out.

That above paragraph just brought me back to the Friday night fun night at Saint Thomas.
-Lose or win a sporting event. Our team in my days was "average."
-Run up 7 flights of steps for a mandatory shower. Anyway, being sweaty all night is probably not healthy.
-Rush to reserve a seat. (Much like rushing for the shuttle.)
-Eat "American Food"
-Manage Tuck Shop (That includes "selling that candy junk", charging accounts and beating the local supermarket for the upper school clientèle, and giving customer service, namely delivery (my era) to tippers (old tradition).)
-By April '07, Show the latest episode of STSN, the video accompaniment of Tuck Shop News, also named JangooMag when not referring directly to Tuck Shop, which was the only student-run media. Film the short episode on digital video Sunday and plug it to the TV on Friday. Whole story of my life will come later.
-Watch a movie
-Sleep over at somebody else's crib
-Get up at 8 the next morning

"Earlier this evening, I was tooling around with something I saw in the Popular Science magazine. Free easy game builder from MIT. For reputation's sake I won't post the link until I actually get a game to work better than...the lame game. Of course, today was my first day with it. I'll try to get agile with the program."

Two points:
1. Now that I'm starting to have some fun with this program, I'll give the URL.

2. We were learning about proper grammar in English class, so I decided that I'm going to do a grammar reality check on this paragraph. I'll complete sentence ID's soon.

Earlier this evening, I was tooling around with something I saw in the Popular Science magazine.

It was the free easy game builder from MIT. For reputation's sake, I won't post
the link until I actually get a game to work better than...the lame game. Of course, today was
my first day with the program. For now, I'll try to get agile with the program.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Fluffy Snow

Such nice snow today! Big globs falling from the skies like Manna to the Israelites. Makes nice snowballs as well. A wonderful thing it was to see the whole place covered in this substance. It even added up to a few inches! Or at least more than I've seen in a while. It was nice up on Mount Saint Anselm's, but unfortunately it was a thin layer being blotted out by rain where I come home to.

For those who are wondering, I did make it to the Metro this afternoon, before the first shuttle made it, to those shuttle riders' surprises, having already passed me. I had to explain it twice. "I got on the 80 with my card." As I have said before, I have everything prepared ahead of 3:20.
But my after school event was then canceled, and coming out, I would have landed on the third or fourth shuttle. There are 4 buses that could serve me at that time. E2 towards Friendship Heights, 80 either direction, B51 special service. So I was at the metrobus stop, and the B51 didn't stop for me. I expected that anyway, as I think I was the only passenger ever trying to hail down that bus. So I walked down two blocks. First shuttle passed me. Then the 80 bus came around that turn. Nice driver. Stopped for me even though I wasn't at the stop, as I was running to meet it. There were only a few passengers on at the time, and the bus did not make a stop to until the train station. I got off and converged with the shuttle riders. They were surprised. I considered basking in my glow waiting for everyone else who fared me well in the shuttle line, but that was too indulgent for my tastes.

So as I recommend:
If you are waiting for a third or fourth shuttle to return, and you have a way to get on the metrobus for a reasonable price (do Smartrip cards offer bus-to-rail transfers yet?), why not try the 80 or E2?

The below may not apply to all readers.
(About Room 41 chatter, that's such a 'sin'! Multiple times a day, nothing better to do? Self -pleasure? Enjoy it!?)

Wednesday, January 16, 2008


As you may have seen, I beat Adobe! Personally, I do not see the point in Adobe at all. PDF's take such a long time to load! I think HTML (What I did with JMAG yesterday by posting it directly on the webpage) is the #1 way to go.

Earlier this evening, I was tooling around with something I saw in the Popular Science magazine. Free easy game builder from MIT. For reputation's sake I won't post the link until I actually get a game to work better than...the lame game. Of course, today was my first day with it. I'll try to get agile with the program.

BTW: I have worked with basic text programming before. I was able to produce a text-line game (Without graphics, just words) (Chose the red path or the green path). Cool in its own way.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Post 70 Day

Did you know:
that you can buy a profitable coal or gold mine on the internet?

Such a typical week, aka non-eventful week...Looking forward to MLK day on Monday. No train incidents, no its-so-important world events, no catastrophic tests. There is, however, one point.

What percentage of students, in 14 classes, roughly, get out early last period? I have been synchronizing my flight from the school building. I never go to the lockers (a time burner) after the last class, and rather bring any material I'm carrying for that last class home. (Wheelock on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays History of the World. Hypothetically, nothing in excess after Biology on Thursdays or Intramural on Friday.) Yet I always end up on the second shuttle. I want to know...

Oh yes, and longer reports that are un-bloggable are in another quasi-publication Jangoomag, which I intend to produce monthly, and to include more writers! (yeah.) It originally had pretty colored pictures, but in current state are unviewable. I tried using Google Docs, but I couldn't get it to work, so it's on Freewebs. (Click here to view)

Monday, January 14, 2008


Blog News
I've been listed! I don't know the exact details about this, but this page appears to cite my blog as one of note, listing my post "Sweetie?"

I found that when I Googled myself. While doing this egocentric activity I came across an early mention in the Washington Post when I was 5.

(Again limited on time, I will try to get the snippet of me in that article on here tomorrow.)

Now this morning my commute was- awkward. Apparently someone forgot to set the alarm clock and I got up at 6:56am, 56 minutes later than my usual. I was ready by 7:15am (miracle!), but I took a rare trip to school in the car. People were driving slow, for no reason. I guess that is what people are doing, says the news, driving slower than the '90's. Hee Hee. Actually, going at 55mph is "efficient speed", NOT 20. Well, I made it in swell time.

Addendum from yesterday; I was apparently mumbling about homework in my sleep. That's how much weekend work we got :<>

Also, I am trying to post everyday. Of course it's inevitable that I'll miss some days here and there, but I'm trying.

Sunday, January 13, 2008


Personal News Feed: Record load of homework: had to do lots of it today. Usually I can finish on Saturday. Looking forward to MLK Day next Monday.

Vandalism in our schools.
At my last school, any mis happening was made a big deal. Riding laundry carts, doing homework past bedtime (and for that matter, not getting it done.) Somehow, things seemed to get more destroyed. The cork board grew a hole and some pictures were scratched deliberately with a pin. And when Administration couldn't find the offender, it was bye bye with "privileges".

Now fast forward to early 2007. Some member of the opposing team scribbled on our door, and that made talk.

While visiting other high schools last year I saw that the New York boarding school was a sterile place; a little petty vandalism here and there was usual. But these places still had a clean appearance. Now here's the scoop:

My investigative report.
Coolidge High School, DC

The Washington Post did a report on this school, but I don't think you see the tags.

I'll post the evidence photos soon. It's shocking to anyone unaccustomed to dirty places. Graffiti. Inside a building. Relatively speaking, DC is pretty free of graffiti. Has anyone tagged a secret service car, or the Capitol? Metro believes that graffiti is contagious; they remove any within 24 hours. Have you seen any? I guess this is true, because somehow this school can't keep the walls clean. Gang Symbols. Ritten House Crew, 971 Kennedy Street, Michigan Park Crew. Sounds dangerous?

How many students do not have that Coolidge Pride?
So what will the city do?

More on that later. I got to catch some sleep.

Coolidge does offer AP courses including AP Stats, and many go on to college (says a list by the Washington Post.) So it's wrong to accuse more than a small gang of troubled youth. In fact, the aforementioned newspaper did a list. About half of the graduates (of about 100) went to college, about another half obtained a job. Some were repeating the grade Then only a handful are left. Three went to prison, two are homeless. Not as bad as you thought? I guess most people are not affected by this.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Mixed Nuts

67. Post number 67. That reminds me of age 67, when I qualify for full social security benefits in about 52 years' time, and that'll be in the '60's. 2060's.

Now I have been reading about this man named Mr. Tesla. He's an interesting figure, half practical, half mad scientist. Resonance (earthquake machine) producer? A remote controlled boat built in 1898 (R/C toys became popular in the 1960's)? Free electricity in the air for all? (Coming to a power bar near you, 2010.) He was an Edison, only he used his brain to avoid trial-and-error.

Metro around effectively, using your DC discount card:
Taking a train from downtown to Rockville, rush hour, costs $4.50. (50 minutes) Exit with your DC card at Friendship Heights and re-enter with your SmarTrip and continue on the next train to Rockville. $3.20 (Really?, 57 minutes) I thought it was a greater savings. But nearly anything is better than taking the bus all the way to Rockville, as Little Brother made me do, to save a few quarters. (bus=$1.35, without SmarTrip, 90 minutes.)

Tomorrow: Train Racing; we love it!, and My Take on Coolidge High.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Another Week

Finally, this week has come to an end. Main did the "typical", being the loser. For fun people set our score close to the other team to motivate us. Final score 65: 63. Not really, because it was more like 65: 37. Now after that, and orchestra, instead of going to the poet church event in Columbia Heights I went to an free concert downtown at the Inter American Developmental Bank. There was a long line that wrapped around the block for the small theater. Luckily I had special access, we found out. A very popular event. The concert was in an underground auditorium, and the guitar music was very quiet, so I was imagining all surface life disappearing and we all in the three- floor war room were the only survivors. Got to write a book.

Thursday, January 10, 2008


I've been recommended to check out this eccentric website. A bird named sweetie, a man rolling around on a Segway and films associated with it. What a laugh!

This links you to a 27 minute video of this guy teaching "stupid seventh graders" (My smart classmates) about everything ancient. No point in watching it in its entirety.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Another Day

Today is no different than any other weeknight- Time Flies. Even though I've been home for six hours the time whizzes by when doing homework, having dinner. 7 and a half hours of sleep. Don't doctors recommend 8-9 or more? Now in 12 hours it will be 10:27 am, and I think that is Phys Ed. What will we do? Or, more importantly, will Main House win on Friday?

Tuesday, January 8, 2008


The numbers are too distracting! Refresh the screen on occasion and there's a whole new set of numbers that indicates who is winning. Of course there is not much to say, except this is a "balmy" night, which I haven't been out in because I had work to do. Remember February 29!

Monday, January 7, 2008


Unseasonably warm- a bit humid, like a late August night.
I tell everyone- get as much morning homework done during lunch period and you have less homework to do at night, when it becomes "work at home", and you could have time to have time for yourself. Somehow it's getting late, and I got to get to bed, else I slice my sleep to less than 71/2 hours.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

The Development of Passenger...

Rail Service in America.

Section VI: Amtrak
It would take too long to type all of Amtrak's unification of failures together that were mentioned in this short book, soon to be made available by me (as well as the Blog Book 07) , but Amtrak hurt me personally this time. To send off my little brother we drove him to BWI (Thurgood Marshall-Friendship Baltimore-Washington International Airport) to meet with two other of his middle school friends. Apparently Amtrak has a cruel unaccompanied minors policy which any child's freedom activist would take an action against. Little Brother will call me tonight and tell me how it was asking "Mother may I" from the conductor. But they, for what I saw, interview the "victim" and wristband him in such a dehumanizing way. (At least day cares give you little neckstring ID cards.) In such a fashion the contract required that we get there an hour early, all remained there, in the waiting room, until the train left, and so on for two pages. And anyway, the station building was overheated. That's why children take planes and non-Greyhound buses.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Ron Paul

On this last weekday of vacation a little did happen. Had breakfast at the I.A.D.B. and in the afternoon went to the Tyson's buy nothing. Only for exercise.

Now I'll talk politics

Rudy Giuliani ignoring Iowa was a mistake. 4%.
Ron Paul managed to get 10%, and he was not allowed to pass 5-6%, said the polls.
But he might do something no one would think of, win a state.
DC. It's actually more valuable than New Hampshire (19 delegates vs. 12), yet DC's always ignored. I received a letter from the Ron Paul DC HQ, saying the advantage of having him win the Republican nomination in DC.

Advancement of Ron Paul
Respect for the DC Republican Party.

Some candidates even ignored to register in DC, we'll

Wednesday, January 2, 2008


Is it a good year?
Oil hit $100 a barrel and stocks were the worst for the first trading day of a new year since 1983. Oil is bound to pass the $102 mark, the inflation-adjusted all-time high. But this year is going to be a good year, says the television psychic I saw yesterday. Feathered dresses are in style this winter, I heard, from the Today Show before I flipped the channel.

It's the first working day of 2008! Of course I would have liked to blog on 1/1/08, the first (no buts no coconuts) day of the year, but here's why: viruses and a younger brother. No, those did not give me the flu, but that is what made my computer inaccessible yesterday and just about every day I missed blogging since Christmas. Virus program runs for hours on end, little brother is addicted to that game; Chris Sawyer's Locomotion. Not to attack him improperly, I must also say that he's been doing online high school applications. So there. While he's away in New York I take advantage of having a computer so conveniently ready for me. Have to be grateful for those times of uninterrupted web work.