HUZZAH!!!



After a rather long wait, bear witness to the ascension of one Michael Miland from the ranks of underlings to the supreme commander of the allied forces...well, perhaps just to sergeant, but still. Quite the impressive feat, magnified by the abundant examples of epic failure (simple Ken) and professional apathy (me). So good job! Kudos to those who continue to prove that hard work, determination, and intelligence pay off.

Also in the congrats column this week: UW's Women's Softball team, winners of the College World Series. Bow down to Washington, and give it up for the ladies! Finally, one of our teams managed to come through!

This has been something of a "blah" week...not much to do, as usual, with intermittent mail, terrible weather, and continuing office drama.



Here you can get a glimpse of the swirling dusting, obscuring the view of the soccer field (something of a misnomer, for those of us that consider some kind of grass/turf necessary for the designation of "field"). Nasty, nasty stuff. Not only is it dusty and sandy, leading to the gritty taste in one's mouth, but the winds are hot and, for some strange but oddly logically acceptable reason, the bugs seem to relish the conditions. Plus, having to walk to the showers is a drag-by the time you get back from the shower, you're all dusty again. I'll probably shower for a whole week solid when I get home.



Speaking of my return, the date of my departure from this wretched place is becoming quite imminent. As such, I want to take a little time and thank all of you for your generous support, through kind words of encouragement, to some rather extravagant care packages. They really have made this place somewhat bearable (and certainly brought a smile to my face). With the time become short and the postal system being what it is, please don't send any more boxes to me over here (who knows where they might end up!).

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