{"id":6881,"date":"2011-06-30T22:38:08","date_gmt":"2011-07-01T02:38:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=6881"},"modified":"2011-06-30T22:38:08","modified_gmt":"2011-07-01T02:38:08","slug":"stay-hungry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=6881","title":{"rendered":"Stay hungry"},"content":{"rendered":"

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My parents came home from Ireland this afternoon, after two weeks of touring the country on vacation. They came home bearing photos and stories and gifts, although I think the dog was unimpressed with all three, disappointed they only returned with a single dog toy.<\/p>\n

Me, I spent the day at work, as one does on a Thursday. My train this morning was delayed by about ten minutes, and then the connecting train they told us would be waiting…wasn’t. Nor were any of the other trains to the same destination they kept announcing (on track mumble mumble mumble<\/i>) at Jamaica. So after going up and down the stairs, I finally decided to catch the next train to Penn Station, and either walk or take the subway from there. I’ve had bad luck with the subway from Penn Station before, spending my $2.25 to climb up to a platform where I couldn’t even stand, much less get onto a train. But today I managed to arrive at work only about fifteen minutes late. And since I’d been planning on arriving about fifteen minutes early, I guess it all worked out. Although there’s no love lost between me and the Long Island Railroad.<\/p>\n

Other than that, it was a pretty average day. I finished reading Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games<\/i>, which I really liked. Very minor spoilers follow. It’s not brilliant, and maybe sometimes a little inelegant, but it’s a very readable and at times even thrilling book. It’s also a YA novel about teenagers being forced to fight each other to the death, in sometimes graphic(ish) detail, so it’s not hard to see why it’s given some people pause<\/a>. But overall, I liked it, and I went ahead and bought the sequels. The first book comes to a reasonably satisfying conclusion, but it definitely feels unfinished.<\/p>\n

And that was Thursday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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