2 miles ESE of Santa Monica, CA OCT 22 2005 20:42:16 PDT

Jen and I were in the living room of our apartment this evening when I got my earthquake. It was a measily magnitude 3.0, but the epicenter was only about two miles away (right at the Santa Monica regional airport, it seems).

The cat freaked and jumped off the couch, my glass fell off the end table, and a few CD cases shifted around. Otherwise, there was the nice rolling bang.

Jen and I looked around confused for a moment, but I was finally able to raise my hands and exclaim, "Earthquake!"

It's all true

Let me be the first to say:

Jennifer Muehlbauer for President 2036.

That is all.

The trouble with jogging is that the ice falls out of your glass. ~Martin Mull

(I wanted something zippy for this post title, and definitely found one...)

The three stupids (me, Jen, Craig) ran the Long Beach half-marathon yesterday. We've not trained very hard, so we were all pleasantly surprised at our results. For me, I finished in under 3 hours (2:53 chip time, versus the 3:07 gun time, matching our estimate that we started about fifteen minutes late due to freeway traffic getting there...). That's a happy improvement over my LA full marathon results from March, with much better run-to-walk ratio and better pacing. This was also a mere training run, since I and Craig are stupid enough to wish to run the Las Vegas marathon in December. This is fun, but I might be done with full marathons for a while after that one.

Still, races are a good incentive to actually work out and jog. Fitness good!

“We live on brewing, but we do it so we can continue with our real business, which is being monks.”

A little insight into Westvleteren, the best beer in the world. I had this once in a restaurant in Brussels in 2001, and I've wanted to visit their little town ever since.

Who, the how now?

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