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(8/31/2006) I love sitting next to the window on the plane since the view is usually really great. This time, however, it was all clouds both ways. We're not quite above all of them yet in this picture. When we flew through the hurricane remnants on the way back, the clouds were all snowy inside.
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(8/31/2006) Wow, the W hotel in Chicago has nice rooms... and the beds have a cherry on top! There must have been whipped cream, too, because I noticed some odd stains on it.
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(8/31/2006) My hotel was right next to the Sears Tower! It's big... but not quite as big as I imagined it would be, standing right under it.
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(8/31/2006) The Chicago Board of Trade, where I interviewed. The room I interviewed in was actually in view--the tall window on the second floor, under that clock.
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(8/31/2006) The Chicago River, which runs through the Financial district. It looks really cool, reflecting the lights of the tall buildings.
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(8/31/2006) There is even a parking lot for your boat on the Chicago river. Take your boat to work if you're rich enough to afford one of these boat parking spaces!
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(8/31/2006) With all of the homeless around annoying me for money, I wondered if you could find a Good Man in Chicago... I found one.
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(8/31/2006) Instead of having an actual view of Chicago from their news room, they just filmed the news at street level and put a pretty picture behind the desk.
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(8/31/2006) These raised train platforms were noisy!
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(8/31/2006) My hotel had the perfect eternal weightroom!
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(8/31/2006) The hotel's mini bars and regular bar pushed some pricey artesian well water. $8 for the big bottle if you actually drink it! In my explorations, I found that in the weight room they had a refridgerator full of bottles like the right one available for free, along with a tray of tasty fruit. Bottles like it were sold in the mini-bar for $4!
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(9/2/2006) My dad is looking dangerous with his blowgun. He's an amazing shot with it, and hunts squirrels in the yard.
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(9/2/2006) Mike and I played some student wars.
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(9/2/2006) The branches of the service have a bit of a rivalry. The GMAN and Doug represent a landmark compromise between the Marines and National Guard... or maybe not.
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(9/2/2006) The GMAN has the best stories.
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(9/2/2006) Doug, GMAN and Mike are waiting for my drano bomb to go off... Mike's getting impatient. Let me tell you, it's pretty entertaining when you light the resulting Hydrogen gas on fire.
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(9/3/2006) Doug, Mike and I went to Legends to watch Mike's sister's friends' band play... and this amusing little bald man was dancing so poorly that I felt bad for him. It was like an oompa loompa dancing like me, which is poorly.
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(9/4/2006) Me and the GMAN.
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(9/4/2006) Me and the GMAN again.
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(9/4/2006) I was feeling childish...
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(9/4/2006) ...so GMAN went Taliban on me.
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(9/4/2006) Me, the GMAN, and my dad (center).
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(9/4/2006) Oh look, my not-so-old high school, post mutilation.
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(9/4/2006) And its giant misapproriation stadium. They managed to funnel eight times the allowed value into their pride and joy... football. Way to restore my faith in our educational system and your fat school board salaries.
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(9/4/2006) At least the ride home had nice scenery.
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(9/4/2006) Plenty of pigs to keep the roads clean of dangerous speeders.
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(9/4/2006) "Green Power" windmills... in front of an advertisement hailing coal as "Green Power" (it used to be green, right?)... from the inside of a gas-guzzling SUV. What would M.C. Escher say?
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