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Lovely today, with a glorious breeze and way less humidity, lots of big fluffster clouds giving frequent breaks from the sunshine. Got myself a sandwich at O's Cafe on campus, which is a nice place, breezy and open with tables and chairs in a Bauhaus-light mode. And good food. Clearly critical thought and intelligence were brought to bear on its planning, which one might expect of a university, but won't actually get very often. Went to pick up some legal size lightspeck dune paper for one of our inhouse brochures (my job is so exciting!) and ran into Jack; we had a nice discussion of SIMS and Baldur's Gate, which is his game obsession. Not that he gets to play it very often, having a fulltime job, wife, and daughter.
P has been in Crawford, TX the last couple of weeks, on and off, as part of the reporter crew. She has to be there whenever Bushwhack and parts of his junta are there at the "ranch." One story she told me: they had to get up at 4:30 one morning to go to Bush's country club and get ready (read: vetted by the secret service guys) for Shrubbie's 6:30 tee-off. Turns out women aren't allowed at the club until afternoon, so P and her few fellow gal reporters have to use the service entrance through the kitchen. Then, she chances to go into the men's locker room (all the vetting is taking place in the locker rooms) to talk to her photographer and finds that the men have a breakfast service with coffee, pastries, eggs, fruit. In the women's locker room? Nada, zilch, zippo, kablooie.
I ask you. I mean-- Geez-us.
P has been in Crawford, TX the last couple of weeks, on and off, as part of the reporter crew. She has to be there whenever Bushwhack and parts of his junta are there at the "ranch." One story she told me: they had to get up at 4:30 one morning to go to Bush's country club and get ready (read: vetted by the secret service guys) for Shrubbie's 6:30 tee-off. Turns out women aren't allowed at the club until afternoon, so P and her few fellow gal reporters have to use the service entrance through the kitchen. Then, she chances to go into the men's locker room (all the vetting is taking place in the locker rooms) to talk to her photographer and finds that the men have a breakfast service with coffee, pastries, eggs, fruit. In the women's locker room? Nada, zilch, zippo, kablooie.
I ask you. I mean-- Geez-us.
