Let's go down to the railroad station
So what I did for Labor Day (US version) weekend: I got up about the same hour I do every weekday in order to make a long drive up to north Jersey. This slightly odd behavior was very well-motivated: bunny_hugger was flying in for the weekend. Getting up that early is unnatural for us both, but it made for the best use of weekend time while respecting the budget. As I drove up I realized that we had made a couple of little tactical errors in planning our meeting: the first is that we didn't actually set a place where we would meet. In fact, I didn't actually know what terminal she would arrive at, but since she was coming in on a Continental Airlines flight I knew she'd be arriving at Terminal C in Newark (we at least had the airport figured out). And while she was flying with only carry-on luggage, the logical place to look for her would be the baggage carousel since that'd be a central, bounded area with a major marker identifying the flight she'd been on, and I felt sure she'd come to the same conclusion.
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We also caught the New Effects version of Star Trek, that weekend the story of ``Charlie X'', raised a nearly feral child granted supernatural powers by aliens, whose tragic failure to fit into human society could have been prevented only if someone had tried. Yeah, from the show's setup, Charlie can't really have a happy ending, but boy, you'd think somebody on the ship would have the slightest talent, ability, training, or even remote interest in helping socially displaced people find their emotional bearings.
Trivia: The United States Navy's specifications for what became the Monitor included the requirement it include masts, spars, sails, and rigging adequate to drive it at ``Six Knots per hour in a fair breeze of wind''. John Ericsson ignored the requirement. Source: Monitor, James Tertius deKay.
Currently Reading: Nanocosm: Nanotechnology and the Big Changes Coming from the Inconceivably Small, William Illsey Atkinson. Er, all right, so he's a fan of Japan and ... you know, this whole book reads like it was blog entries that got filled up to overflowing.