Electric Josh

Monday, February 25, 2002

I blew out my lower back skiing moguls this weekend, and I'd do it again in a second. How is it that people who have never been to Mad River continue to be able to look in the mirror and call themselves happy skiers? (Are there any such people anywhere? I've never been to Jackson Hole or Taos except in the summer, so I know what it's like.) I hadn't skied with my brother in ten years; he's still pretty good, bad knee and all. I had never gone skiing with Lib before. Everyone should have such nice Saturday afternoons at least once in a while.

I've decided that the nicest thing about my job is that I work with almost as many immigrants as I do nth generation Americans. Among other things, it makes talking occasionally about politics much more interesting.

What's wrong with me that after sitting in front of a computer (or several) all day I then spend my commute (on the train) coding? I guess it's better than watching TV. #