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Well it seems that Zaadz has added a blog function. Pretty nifty, except I already have a blog over at vomitingconfetti.blogspot.com (shameless plug), so instead of writing about theory and sports and stuff, I'll write more personal things over here, without resorting to too much self-obsessed noodling.

For now, some ruminations on fruit picking.

There are some interesting guys and girls who work with me. One of my bosses managed to swear seven times in the same sentence. I'm not adverse to the occasional profanity, but swearing seven times in one go takes a very special effort. By the end of it you'll feel like an unwashed pirate.

Another guy invented a brand new city, "Bombaydos", a cross between Barbados and Bombay, presumably in India, and no doubt a city which would have the world's best cricket team, not to mention food.

One of the things that fruit picking has been playing havoc with is my ITP (oldschool ITP, though I'm due for an upgrade to the shiny happy ILP in January). It's one thing to get up early in the morning, another to get up early to finish the Kata plus meditation when you have to leave for work at 7:15am, another thing again when you're the type of vampire who routinely goes to bed at way past midnight. I'd do it in the afternoon, but 7 hours of picking leads to constant back pain, thanks to a comically misshapen spine. Still, I'm getting there, and one of these days I'll become a fully fledged morning person.

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