"Randy shuffles, which is no way to dance beautifully but does rule out
snapping his partner's metatarsals.... By the time they get to the end of the
first dance, Randy has at least reached the point where his face is no longer
burning, and has gone for some thirty seconds without having to apologize for
anything, and sixty without asking his partner whether she will be needing
medical attention." from Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon
portland-ish stuff
elsewhere
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