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Burning Man after-party Saturday night was unexpectedly awesome. (That is, I figured it would be pretty awesome, but it was psychologically difficult to drag myself there -- and once I was there, it was even more awesome than I expected. I went with spiced Barbancourt and frozen passion fruit pulp, returned with Ypioca Silver and an ale from Vermont. The lesson to be learnt is that a party cooler is essential household furniture, even in a Canadian November.) Couldn't make the Richie Hawtin/Loco Dice college campus tour last night, though, despite optimistically paid-for ticket: I had to lead a client workshop this morning, stayed up past midnight sans dinner preparing for it, and after that clubbing just wasn't going to happen. The flesh is weak, but on the other hand, guys -- Monday night. At least the workshop went well.

Also, on Friday I get to visit a hydro dam for work! So that's looking up.

Now going home to take out the trash and do some cooking before heading to the radio station. Signs point to a red wine-fueled comedy rant in Mandarin, regardless of the actual outcome of the American elections. Once that's over I might have something to say about, I dunno, Scott Forstall's firing and the fall of iOS skeuomorphism or something.