Here: some vacation statistics

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And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of Piglet's), R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and T.F. (Eeyore's Comforter and Tail-finder)--in fact, Pooh himself--said something so clever that Christopher Robin could only look at him with mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had know and loved so long.

Friday, December 31, 2004

some vacation statistics

Number of days I spent in Florida this week: 2.5
Number of days it was atually warm: 0
Number of separate occasions during those 2.5 days on which my grandmother used the word "sallowness" in discussing my complexion: 3
Number of days I did not stop smiling after starting my vacation: 4
Time I arrived in Boston, from NYC, by Bus, on Thursday: 3:45 am
Number of people I care about whom I snapped at within 15 hours of my arrival: 4
Correlation between the number of days left of my vacation and my downturn in mood: direct.

Poll: Is it safe to ride the train from WAshington Heights to Brooklyn (Midwood) as an unaccompanied female at 1 am?

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At 1:21 AM, Anonymous said...: Heck, no, it ain't safe. NYC at 1am? There's a good chance that you won't be bothered, but the anxiety and the chance of something bad happenin' just aren't worth it.

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Ask me a riddle, and I reply
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At 1:27 AM, miriam said...: This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
At 1:30 AM, miriam said...: I have a whole theory about the anxiety - that avoiding the anxiety of alleged dangers simply creates other anxieties (eg, being dependent on others to walk you home, having to leave places early, etc). so this is really only about the chance of seriously undesirable events. High enough to outweigh the costs of immobility?

just so long as i don't run into any woozles...

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"Bother!" said Pooh, as he opened it. "All that wet for nothing. What's that bit of paper doing?" He took it out and looked at it. "It's a Missage," he said to himself, "that's what it is. And that letter is a 'P,' and so is that, and so is that, and 'P' means 'Pooh,' so it's a very important Missage to me, and I can't read it. I must find Christopher Robin or Owl or Piglet, one of those Clever Readers who can read things, and they will tell me what this missage means. Only I can't swim. Bother!" Then he had an idea, and I think that for a Bear of Very Little Brain, it was a good idea. He said to himself: "If a bottle can float, then a jar can float, and if a jar floats, I can sit on the top of it, if it's a very big jar." ... "All boats have to have a name," he said, "so I shall call mine The Floating Bear." And with these words he dropped his boat into the water and jumped in after it. For a little while Pooh and The Floating Bear were uncertain as to which of them was meant to be on the top, but after trying one or two different positions, they settled down with The Floating Bear underneath and Pooh triumphantly astride it, paddling vigorously with his feet.

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Friday, December 31, 2004

some vacation statistics

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