Hung out at the Starbucks for a few hours over the last couple days because it's been hot out and we don't have the AC in yet. Should've bugged the landlord about it a little while ago.
We also watched The Secret of Kells at a theatre. Air conditioning FTW. Fun story and all that jazz.
I finished I Capture the Castle, quite delightful. There was, it seems, a movie made recently of it that was decent, but I can't imagine how well they'd do the interior nature of the whole thing and wonder whether they capture all the social niceties our modern culture will have forgotten (like, evening attire).
I started Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell.
My shoulder hurts mildly in the overhead position. It makes me slow in the snatch and weak in the jerk. I might have to decrease my openers and my goals for that meet. It might be annoying and I might have to be content with having done bigger lifts in the gym than on the platform. Speaking of which, we were thinking of visiting some people in $NORTHERLY_STATE someday, so I should check whether there are any weightlifting meets there anytime soon (google is not helpful because it takes powerlifting as a synonym, which it is not; they are different sports). Holy crap, the USAW page sucks in every conceivable way. Anyway, it seems there's nothing going on there.
I really like this article I stole off of aldaily: http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2010/07/12/100712fa_fact_grann?currentPage=all Note the stuff at the end. Not being an expert on fingerprints, I do find it highly problematic to identify paintings based on fingerprints found in them. Fortunately, the fingerprinting experts in the article agree. People probably have a false hope in fingerprint and DNA evidence, they are hardly as sure as they are commonly made out to be.
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