We aren't building an ark yet...

Yeah, it's pretty wet here. In the last three 24-hour periods our rain gauge measured: 5in, 3in, 1in. So it's been slacking, but that five-incher was pretty nuts!

There are four units in our building—two basements under two main-floor units. We're in one basement. The other basement flooded and the guy has to live at a hotel for a few days! "Flooded" may be an exaggeration—water came running through one of the walls and got a bunch of stuff wet, probably including carpet.

So far, all is dry here. Well, except for the air. I should say that we've been running the a/c a fair amount—not to lower the temperature so much as to wring some of the moisture out of the air! 80 degrees with over 90% humidity is just not very comfortable to be in, or especially to sleep in. Not for this arid-climate creature! I can tell when it's really humid because all of the paperback books start getting wavy-like.

I'm no Cool Hand Luke... I think.

Last night we had a BBQ. I grilled LOTS of chicken/fruit/veggie kebabs, which is one of my specialties. Amber made, among other things, deviled eggs. I ate a leftover egg just now, and I realized something—I can eat a lot of deviled eggs! One time I ate twelve of them, which is six whole eggs. I mean, that's a lot, isn't it?

Upon reflection, I realized that I have never stopped eating deviled eggs because I was full of them or tired of them. Common decency is the only thing which has ever stopped me from eating more deviled eggs—arguably failing me the time I ate twelve of them. Maybe that's my special ability. If everyone has some unique ability, maybe mine is the ability to eat a shocking number of deviled eggs?

I guess there's only one way to find out what that number is.

I don't know, that sounds like a stupid project. I guess the world will never know, and some day I'll die still hungry for more deviled eggs.

Cool little bugs!

Ok, well if I am going to write a blog entry, I've got to write one about fireflies! Holy crap, those things are so cool!

We've got them right in our front yard here in DC. We've gone out for evening walks a few times, and you can find them over at the grassy parks, but not in huge swarms, which I was hoping for. Just one or two, blinking here and there. They unquestionably have magic powers: every time one blinks it gives you an uncontrolable urge to gasp, point, smile, and say "there's one!" Even after ten or so on a half-hour walk, it just doesn't get old.

Here's what I know:
They're also called Lightning Bugs, and they're not flies, they're beatles. (Oops! Yeah, I mean beetles!) Anyone who grew up with them certainly knows this, but we just caught one and were suprised. They come out right at dusk, and don't seem to stay out very long at night. They hover around slowly like little helicopters on patrol... which I guess they are. Apparently the males fly around and the females sit on a high leaf. The male is on patrol for females, and blinks. The female is keeping an eye out for males, and when she sees one blink, she blinks back right away. They keep doing this as he flies closer, and hopefully they find each other.

Why I don't post... a classic blog entry.

Nobody cares, but weak writers still feel the need to explain why they aren't writing, as if that's something worth writing about.

I left that job, which sounded perfect at first but turned sour.
I went home to Oakland for a few weeks, which was a great retreat.
I got a cold which was a great excuse to spend a week not looking for a job.

Still find myself trying to define my life-after-Sunbrothers.
None of it's any fun to write about, so I'm sure it's no fun to read about either.