September 19th, 2008

beartato phd

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I feel like I'm in some kind of millenial update to a 1970s movie stereotype of an airport: the Hare Krishna is not standing around handing out flowers, but instead talking loudly (and through a runny nose) on a bluetooth cellphone headset while simultaneously working on her fuzzy-animal-sticker bedecked laptop.

My flight to Detroit boards in about half an hour. Thence to SeaTac, then to Victoria for ICFP.