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Steven M Scotten

oh, so THAT's what it's called

My business cards arrived today, so I now have a job title. “Project Manager.” God, how embarrassing. I’m MANAGEMENT now. Except I don’t even have anything to manage. Yeah, the PROJECT, but, um…. I DO the project. And most of the time it seems unmanageable. Ah well. I

What a Difference a Day (and a half a sausage pizza) makes

Yesterday morning: 186 pounds This morning: 190 pounds Heh heh heh… ugh. [http://www.itunes.com] My Idea [itms://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZSearch.woa/wa/com.apple.jingle.search.DirectAction/search?term=My Idea]âVoice Farm [itms://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZSearch.woa/wa/com.apple.jingle.search.

Slow run

Five miles today. I targeted a heart rate of 150, was closer to 155 through most of the run. I finished in 59:49, just barely faster than 12 minutes to the mile. I can’t say I like going that slowly. It feels just as difficult as 9 minute

I got wet.

I won’t say I actually swam in the Bay; I spent 15 minutes standing in the Bay up to my waist before I plunged the rest of myself in. Then I spent about five minutes splashing around a little. I didn’t make it out to the buoy that

I wish I could be in NYC tonight

xris3 [http://xris3.livejournal.com/]‘s experimental film The Consumer’s War is being screened as part of the Brooklyn Arts Council’s 38th International Film and Video Festival. http://www.brooklynartscouncil.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=b4_schedule&ts=04222004121544#spikelee [http://www.brooklynartscouncil.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=b4_

Feets, don't fail me now

8 miles, 1:22:58 on Urbano Drive. I kinda wanted to go the 9th mile, but I was pretty crispy by then, so I’m glad I didn’t. Followed that up with another personal best by swimming a kilometer in the pool. 45 laps is 1012.5 meters

Survival is my victory

> Oh! Sea of hurt I feel the waves of pain And now the tide’s come in again Caught in vicious cycle of despair Give me the courage to face another dayâOh! Oh sing a song of joy Sweet childhood never desert me Time for celebrationâOh! overcome