Sunday, January 25

Last night was fun. Porn Spill was the band, mostly disco-era funk stuff. A band called Swing D’s played a short set, because one of their members recently was injured, so they borrowed a couple of Porn Spill’s. It was in the Waste Barn. It is called the Waste Barn Party. At end of season, they empty the recycling center and put up a stage, lights, sound, and sell beer. It is a way for all the support staff to blow off steam and the end of supporting us “beakers”.











All of our group wimped out on doing the Antarctic Plunge yesterday. We did talk to one guy, though, that did it and said it was great, much less shockingly cold than he would have thought.

Breakfast today was Sunday brunch. Fresh fruit brought in by C-17 aircraft because they need more flights to get all of us out of here the next two weeks. So, everyone was piling up on fruit, making huge bowls to take back to their rooms for later in the week.

I finally got caught up on e-mail today, both personal and work, after about 3 hours.

Now, Pat and I are going through videos I’ve made because he wants to send a few clips to MPR. At 3:00 is the end-of-year film festival, 4:00 is open gym, 8:00 is bag drag, which means I have to be all packed by then, because they take our bags at that time. All you keep behind is what we'll be wearing (our ECW gear), and a carry on bag.

For Kent Huwe, here is how they maintain the roads:


Here's a view of the hospital: