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In other words, yawns <I>are</I> contagious.

It's a bit of a shame about the blog: I often don't get started on an entry until late in the day. For instance, I'm starting this entry at 5:23pm. At 5:23pm, most people are on their ways home, while I'm here, feeling like I'm just getting started. And I put a lot of effort into these words. It takes some time. Even the shitty entries take awhile. I hope this doesn't sound like a complaint. I'm not complaining. I actually enjoy these circumstances. I'm relaxing now. <a href="http://www.killrockstars.com/bands/factsheets/tarkio/">Tarkio</a>'s keeping me awake with banjos and bells, and, aside from the random e-mail, there are no more interruptions to keep me from writing, which is what I love most. I like this time. I like 5:23pm. I like my job. Which gets me to something else I wanted to mention, had I had the opportunity to simply mention it when it came to mind, rather than beating around the clock like this:

As a kid, I loved the Heinlein novel with that title, which began, IIRC, with the hero "testing" his spacesuit by jogging through his neighborhood in it&mdash;at night, so he wouldn't attract attention. North Dakota is probably a better choice.

Interesting concept&mdash;maybe.

You're thinking television, right? Nope, it's the shipping container.

Dr. Anne Newman suggests that a simple test&mdash;the ability to briskly walk a quarter of a mile&mdash;might be an "important determinant" not only of whether an elderly subject might be alive in six years, but of the illness or disability he or she might experience during that time. Yes, it's a small sample, but I'm going to keep walking.

Recording engineers are responsible for getting the sound onto tape or disc, and some develop an audiophile following. Do you have a favorite?