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Normally I would be a little self-conscious (even after several fine Brooklyn brews) about taking a picture of myself with a beer token, but this was just one in a week full of unselfconscious moments:

• Laughing uncontrollably as a cabbie yelled at us to “get the fuck out of my cab!” when Nick hopped in the front seat and declared himself co-pilot. We did not get the fuck out of his cab.
• Enjoying each and every one of the forty speakers at the Janet Cardiff 40 Part Motet installation at MoMA
• Pushing Maggie out of the way of a dog turd in the middle of the sidewalk
• Getting whipped cream all over my face like a stupid baby at this coffee shop where I inexplicably ordered a cappucino that inexplicably came topped with a mountain of the crap
• And my personal fave, putting on a newly-purchased belt in front of the Filene’s Basement security guard (and at the top of the mall escalator) an hour before a job interview

T-minus six weeks until re-entry into the real world.

…no more than 2,971 to go.

If I live blogged my Computer Supported Cooperative Work final, could I turn it in? I think I just blew my own mind.

Longtime readers will appreciate the titular reference, not to mention the use of the word titular.

What ho! That dull thud you heard wasn’t walnuts falling on the garage, it’s the sound of a job search starting in earnest. The wisdom of one of those silly sayings like "you don’t know anything until you realize how much you don’t know" is starting to become clear. As I peruse the listings I can’t help but think about the technical skills that I’d love to have but won’t upon graduation. That’s not (necessarily) meant to be a knock on my grad program, it’s just that I feel like I know a lot about how things work but much less about how to actually do them. XMLHttpRequest? I know why it’s important… just don’t ask me to do anything with it. For all that apprehension, though, I did step back tonight and realize that a lot of the jobs I’m looking at are really quite cool.

And to think that eighteen months ago I was making coffee every morning at 8.

Scare at the compound today! A decapitated but determined lizard made its way under the family bureau where it frightened the lady of the house. While the lizard may have had the last laugh, it also got the first flush!

The requisite tough questions were posed after the scare: "Can your degree fix SQUALOR?" and "It wasn’t awesome!" Our diminished standard of living over the last year has, if nothing else, given the cat a unique opportunity to diversify her portfolio of trophy rodents.

Thousands of sorties, zero kills.

"Consider how much Cheeks’ game has improved!" I replied. "In one year she went from attempting to eat wasps to critically maiming at least three regional pests: the Michigan field mouse, a Texas cockroach, and now some sort of tropical reptile with weak ligaments."

Reason is the leftovers in the argumentative refrigerator. No matter how airtight, no matter how fresh, no one wants to admit it’s the best alternative. There was no choice but to take action.

The lizard-proof cotton towel.