i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
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i finally got the february cell phone bill and ran across an amusing string of phone calls when i visited brian in newport beach:
Feb 05 08:20 PM Incoming (this is brian calling to ask where the heck i am)
Feb 05 08:26 PM 949-640-4000 (i called him after i turned around and found my way back to the freeway)
Feb 05 08:26 PM Incoming (we lost connection; he called back)
Feb 05 09:09 PM 949-640-4000 ("hey, you didn't tell me macarthur turned into talbot...!")
Feb 05 09:24 PM 949-640-4000 ("the moon just set. now i have no idea which way is west.")
Feb 05 09:32 PM 949-640-4000 ("wait! golden shores! i know where i am now!")
Feb 05 10:08 PM 949-640-4000 (as i was walking to brian's room i called to say i somehow gotten on the freeway to riverside. he bought it until i walked into the room. heh.)
sure, it's all funny now. :) i'd like to this this is the sort of analysis tufte would like. maybe i should actually try to trace the route on a map. hee.