a windblown left side

rock out with the dock out

Ok, to be completely fair, my current location information isn't quite correct. I'm not at Squam lake quite yet. But I didn't think I'd be able to update my weblog before I got there, so I figured it was close enough to true. Some of us unlucky suckers don't have an always available connection to the internet.

But by tomorrow I will actually be standing at Squam Lake, New Hampshire, and it is the most beautiful peaceful place I know. It will be a nice break from driving and my exciting life. Lots of hanging out by the lake on our dock, swimming, canoeing, boating, lots of fires in the fireplace (unless it's hot), lots of much-missed family time and lots and lots and lots of reading (at least by my usual standards). I am almost done with my current book (Cryptonomicon - highly recommended to any of you who are interested in computers, cryptography, and/or WWII). Next up - The Perks of Being a Wallflower and Prey both of which were recommended to me by people whose taste I respect. I'm looking forward to them.

Anyway, the lesson to be learned is that I probably won't be posting in the coming week, because Squam is very low tech. I might get one chance. This is ironic, because I usually think a whole lot while at Squam. So most of that will probably go in my paper notebook, not here. Well, if any of it is entertaining it might get here.

My butt is quitting on me! I used to be able to drive 15 hours with just a slightly sore butt - but I noticed in the first day of driving to New Hampshire that my right butt bone (actual medical name, anybody?) hurt like crazy. Throbbingly so. Not my left, just right. Why me? I think that years and years of putting an extra thick wallet (thick with extra junk, not actual money) in my right back pocket has permanently warped my ass. Can I sue the company that made my wallet? Of course. This is America.

My brother joined me on this leg of the trip. It was really nice to have someone to talk to for two days of driving, although I must admit it was also very strange - I almost had a hard time starting up conversation, because my car has been devoid of visitors for so long. And, given my current driving restrictions, it will probably remain devoid of visitors for a long time as well. Isn't it weird how family relationships change as you grow up? I've been lucky, because all of mine have changed for the better. The only thing I don't like about my brother is that in the past year in a half or something he started looking and sounding almost exactly like me. Confusion and hilarity have ensued. We're almsot doublemint material, but not quite.