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Volta: I went to see Cirque du Soleil’s show Volta at Tyson’s Corner this past weekend. I generally enjoy their shows, but I thought the costumes and sets for this one were less interesting than usual. The story involves a young man who competes in a talent show but has a breakdown afterwards and is rescued by a roller-skating woman, who tries to teach him to find his true self by introducing him to various extreme sports artists. Those are the more typical Cirque performers – a fairly spectacular trampoline act, for example, and a bunch of daredevil BMX bikers. The most unusual was a "hair dangler," i.e. a woman who performed an aerial act while suspended by a hook attached to her hair bun. That was impressive, but also kind of scary.

Don’t Analyze This Dream: I had two dreams that involved yetis trying to force me to read documents. One yeti looked fairly muppet-like, but the other was much creepier, with longer hair.

Business Trip: I flew to Los Angeles early Monday morning. Meeting there on Monday and Tuesday, then a trip up to the Bay Area on Wednesday. Because the Tuesday afternoon meeting was in Azusa, I stayed that night near the Ontario Airport and flew up from there to San Jose. I don’t think I’d ever been to ONT before. It was definitely the better route, but forced me to fly Southwest, which is the moral equivalent of a Greyhound bus. Actually, the last time I took a Greyhound bus, the passengers on it kept their shoes on.

Anyway, the meetings were productive but exhausting, going on until 7 every evening. I wish I had the stamina that the primary customer for this has. (Admittedly, he is probably close to 20 years younger than I am.) At some point, I speculated about what a lethal does of caffeine would be.


Oh, Brother: I leveraged off being in the area to have dinner with my brother, who lives in San Jose, and his girlfriend. We went to Aqui where, despite the place being nominally Mexican, I had a Thai peanut bowl, which was fairly tasty, although the broccoli in it was undercooked. Afterwards, he insisted on showing me his place, which really wasn’t necessary as far as I was concerned. And then I got sick in his car on the way back to my hotel. Yuk. Fortunately, I had a plastic bag to put my clothes in when I packed them for the trip home. I am assuming this was food poisoning, rather than his driving. I was fine in the morning, though in dire need of more sleep, some of which I did get on the flights home.
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