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September 29, 2013

The First Watt In Generations


Remember a few years ago, when I jumped out of an airplane at 18,000 feet?  This week, I did something even more insane.  I ran for five kilometers without stopping to walk once.  Voluntarily.  According to my father (who’d know) I’m the first Watt in generations to do so.  And as you can see from the picture above, it didn’t go too bad.  There was a pretty crappy DJ before the run (since when do runs have DJ’s?  What strange new world do we live in?) but the fact that we were sprayed with color before, during, and after (coupled with the gorgeous weather) made it a pretty good experience overall.

It struck me as we were setting up that this particular event – what with the color, the music, the party atmosphere, and the vague whiff of self-improvement – was a very American thing.  Who else pays hard-earned cash for the privilege of having questionably-dressed strangers shoot colored corn starch at you?  I know the Londoners I met sure as heck wouldn’t have.  They’d have been at the pub hours beforehand.  It’s a very American quality to want your self-improvement to be fun.

Self-improvement.  I promised I wouldn’t write a preachy post this week, so I won’t go into detail about the week that I’ve had, but man oh man was it a week.  So freakin’ much is going on, what with work and school and more work and whatever semblance of a social life I’m managing to cobble together in between all of that.  Next week, I might find some way to synthesize all of that together and come at ya with some good, saleable advice that’ll help you as you make your college search.  For now, enjoy this picture:


Why? Why enjoy it?  That’s a very good question, dear reader.  You should enjoy this picture because it’s of a staff member’s dog carefully, carefully stalking a squirrel across the green two days ago.  The dog was being so stealthy, and the squirrel had no idea.  The combination of the two meant that just about everybody walking across the green stopped and stared, and so for a few minutes it seemed like half of Clark was standing there, breathlessly watching this one dog hunt this one silly squirrel.  (It made it up the tree, by the way.)  Until next week, folks!

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