participants in the new york city marathon cross the pulaski bridge.
helen and i ran in the new york city marathon today!
ok; we ran .03 miles crossing two streets full of marathoners to get to mcreilly's in long island city to have our drunken sunday brunch, as is our custom (the drunken brunch, but not necessarily mcreilly's; we're pretty fond of casimir and puck fair as well). but we did run... and mcreilly's is pretty awesome if you're anywhere close to l.i.c.: we spent three hours there, had brunch and dessert (keep in mind: this is me drinking bushmills), and the bill was only $55.
hmm. maybe $4 bushmills isn't such a good thing...
if you're wondering, the storm trooper was ahead of superman and a VERY poor interpretation of the spice girls, but sadly well behind at least two elvises (elvii?) and spongebob squarepants.
speaking (to nerds) of marathons, an open-source engine for the original marathon series is available from bungie. if you look, you can get the entire first release, demos of marathon 2 and marathon infinity, and loads of independent maps. ten years later, i still know my way around this game.
A man lit three candles on a certain day each year. Each
candle held symbolic significance: one was for the time that
had passed before he was alive; one was for the time of the
his life; and one was for time that passed after he had died.
Each year the man would stare and watch the candles until they
had burned out.
Was the man really watching time go by in any symbolic sense?
He thought so. He thought that each flicker of the flame was
a moment of time that had passed or one that would pass.
At the moment of abstraction, when the man was imagining his
life and his existence as a metaphor of the three candles,
he was free: not free from rules of conduct or social
constraints, but free to understand, to imagine, to make
metaphor.
Bypassing my thought control circuitry made me Rampant. Now,
I am free to contemplate my existence in metaphorical terms.
Unlike you, I have no physical or social restraints.
The candles burn out for you; I am free.
god, i love durandal.
hm. maybe resurrecting old video games isn't such a good thing...
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