Tags: chinese

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I think I might be getting better. I cough often instead of constantly.

For some reason, it seems very strange to me when there's anyone driving through the pedestrianized area on campus at PSU in a vehicle bigger than one of the maintenance people's little golf cart-mabobs. Today, there was a police car driving through the especially crowded area right outside Smith around noon where students were lining up at the food carts and sitting in the park eating lunch and tabling for fraternities and sororities and Christian organizations and the like. This seemed doubly weird to me.

我學習漢語

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So I've finally come up with a solution to my dilemma. You see, I've been trying to decide between Chinese and Japanese for a long time. Also, know that I've been trying to figure out what my fourth class this term should be. How could I not have seen the obvious solution earlier?

Last night, Heather Easterly and I made lentil soup and cookies and watched the season premiere of West Wing. Afterwards, I gave her a ride to her car.

When I look out my window during the day, I see a bunch of houses, a bunch of trees, a six-story apartment building, a couple "skyscrapers" downtown, a bit of the West Hills, and some radio towers atop the hills. When I look out my window at night, I typically see the red lights on the radio towers. But these days, I also see the Absurdly Bright Morbid Twin Light Beams of Doom.

In NYC, they did the "Tribute in Light" for one night this year. In Portland, where it hit us so much harder, of course, it's going for an entire month, it seems.