Thirteen fucking hours, if you count transit. Yeesh. Observations:

• The saying that US military bases are the only place in the world where communism works seems to be true. Also, the omnipresent aura of the 1950s gives things a distinctly Cuban feel. It was a brave aesthetic choice to subvert yourself, military-industrial complex, but I think you pulled it off. Bravo. The well-appointed skate park (really) was a particularly nice touch.


• My coworker makes almost no sense. I'll be saying something completely boring but comprehensible to the client -- "then you'll need to upload the file", for example -- and he'll loudly interject to say something like "it's like peeling a boiled egg!" And we'll all stand there, waiting until it's safe to resume making sense. But before we can he'll explain the analogy, inevitably by telling a story about his time in the navy that involves superiors or inferiors making some sort of ridiculously naive but uninteresting assumption about something. "You can't take a skiff that far out -- they've only got 100 gallons of fuel!" These stories are usually punctuated with sound effects, and they never, ever have an ending.


• The army is dysfunctional, and working through the bureacracy on this project is going to take approximately forever. But that's okay, 'cause I don't much feel like doing work anyway.


• Also encouraging: my new listen-to-ipod-instead-of-coworkers-in-the-car initiative is off to a promising start. You kids doubtless already know this, but the new Broken Social Scene is pretty damn gorgeous. Catherine recommended Rogue Wave to me, and they're pretty good too in a Shins/Nada Surf kind of way.

So what'd I miss? Are we impeaching people yet?