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Toronto, 2004.11.21

Watched the Grey Cup at a bar on Yonge Street called Elsewhere's tonight. The smoking ban is having a hell of an effect on the turnout at the watering holes these days (coming, as it is, on top of the NHL lockout and the ongoing ageing of the population), but there was a good crowd around for the game. We really enjoyed it: that place has the best burgers in the city, and much to my amazement even carries an obscure vodka that I enjoy.

I was given a bunch of "Bud Light" crapola for having "been there for the whole game". Which I think was terse bartenderese for "You've been drinking steadily for four hours and are making as much noise as anyone in here..." Now I have a badly printed t-shirt and a cap (which, as always, is too tight). But it's all good - the t-shirt can be gym wear someday, and the cap seems to be surprisingly well made and I'll find a home/head for it.

rand()m quote

One day you will take a fork in the road, and you're going to have to make a decision about which direction you want to go. If you go one way, you can be somebody. You will have to make compromises and you will have to turn your back on your friends. But you will be a member of the club and you will get promoted and get good assignments. Or you can go the other way and you can do something [...] for yourself. If you decide to do something, you may not get promoted and get good assignments and you certainly will not be a favorite of your superiors. But you won't have to compromise yourself. To be somebody or to do something. In life there is often a roll call. That's when you have to make a decision. To be or to do.

—John Boyd, US Air Force