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Winter has given notice.  When we went to MFF we left behind unseasonably mild weather, but we returned to frigid temperatures and snow.  (We also returned to icy roads, but that's another story.)

This morning as I was walking to work, I noted that the wind had acquired a new set of teeth.  It's not quite the bitter, brain-numbing cold that we will have in another month or so, but it was a poignant reminder that winter is quickly approaching.  I may have to regrow my beard.

As a hopeless urbanite I should be used to this, but has anyone else noticed how the wind always blows in your face when you're downtown?  Walk the length of the block and it's blowing in your face.  Turn around and walk back and somehow it's blowing right in your face again.  Now maybe I'm old-school, but this seems to be violating some fairly fundamental laws of physics in my opinion.  I know that physics aren't subject to the whims of my opinion (ooooo - wouldn't that be cool?), but it's no less annoying.

(Edit: A bucket load of rotten tomatoes on the first person who replies with, "The answer my friend is blowing in the wind...")

On another, slightly unrelated subject...

I'm finally digging through the quagmire of my inbox after being mostly away from work for the last couple of weeks, and there is a surprising amount of work that built up in that time.  I was in last week, and while I spent most of my time working through it (instead of prepping for my annual review), I barely made a dent in the pile.

Speaking of annual reviews;  while I was going through my annual review last week, my boss made an interesting comment about productive and non-productive time.  Here is what he said (somewhat paraphrased):

"There's been a lot of arm waving and hand wringing lately on the subject of unproductive time, but I'm not losing much sleep over it.  I can spend a good percent of the day just going through my inbox, and I don't really regard that as productive time.  Let's say that I get a message from somebody with a request that I'm not quite sure how to handle.  I could spend an entire hour staring at the message and making no headway, where you could spend ten minutes staring at the message and the next  fifty minutes surfing the web and we'd both be in the same situation at the end of that time.  Whose time was more productive?"

His point was well taken, but I couldn't shake the little voice in the back of my head saying, "How about ten minutes of email, followed by seven hours and fifty minutes of surfing...?"

Date: 2004-11-29 07:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unciaa.livejournal.com
I like wind in my face. It means wind isn't blowing my long hair into my face from behind, whipping it into all the crevices I'd prefer not to have the "bug crawling" sensation in. Of course, in my case, the wind always blows at the back of my head.

Date: 2004-11-29 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shockwave77598.livejournal.com
Aww. I can't say it? Not even softly? How about if I just hum it? Mmm M M M Mmmmmm, m MMmmm M M Mmmmmm... :p

Date: 2004-11-29 05:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fuzzytoedcollie.livejournal.com
"The answer my friend is blowing in the wind...")

Hey, at the current price of tomatoes, I'll take you up on that!!!

*holds up bucket*

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