Ehre wem Ehre gebührt.

[wolven7]

I'm back in town, and in the proces of reading the bibliography, notes, and index of Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid. Only 30 more pages to go, in all... in the seven hundred and seventy-seven page-long book.

Because i made him listen to Nellie McKay, last night, while he made me drive home, my dad just sent me this, via email: "Today's www.WashingtonPost.com search McKay..." Following those instructions lead me here:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A59011-2004Mar14.html

You have to sign up, though. Luckily it's completely free. :) So damn do it.

Later

{5.38pm: By the way, i left a fifty cent tip, this morning, when i bought my croissant. {{And it was fucking Stale. I figure that counts as "No owed fee."}} And 'S all good.}

Comments

[kitsuchan.livejournal.com]

It's not the workers' fault that the food is stale, it's the fault of the management who oversees stocking and re-ordering. So it's good that you tipped.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure that the workers are the managers are the clean up crew, there. It was the Hudson News and Cafe, in National Airport. And even if it wasn't deserved, that's ok; don't forget my dream, with the Jolt. :)