At Green Hill Park a mile or so from my house, where the hills are more white than green.

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Here comes this weather that is very foreign to me!

A good day was had talking with the president of a big conglomerate corporation and tons of cheese. Tim Ferriss totally has it down with talking to big CEOs, they are like the hot chicks of the business and job world – i.e. everyone is afraid to talk to them straight and never does, therefore they love to have some informal talk with you and wil remember you always. Also, free beer on campus is cool (hooray private schools without state school regulations)!

Which reminds me, I used to have this statement written in a marker right above my bed when I would wake up in the morning: “Your intention creates your reality.” And I have it on my fridge now. Same idea. It’s true, eh.

Two years ago I quit my job to follow my dream, and each day it gets better and better. It’s amazing what the human mind can do with the help of God. This is exactly what I wanted and there is so much more good to come.

An excellent time was had here as well with my mom visiting Worcester for a week:

And Katie came to visit for a different week as well. We all had a blast here with deliciously cheap happy-hour seafood, bone-chilling temperatures, bland Dominican food in Massachusetts, nuns racing through the park, endless drives along the cliffy coast, and just plain being together. It had been a few months since I saw Katie, and it made it that much better. Many good times were had and many more million to come.

15 days ’til I return to the big Texas. I really miss the people, but not so much the place.

I guess Texas is the home of my heart and Massachusetts is the home of my brain. The two can coexist in harmony you know:

Everyone enjoys the stories from police logs, ranging from loose chickens in some towns to even sillier things in others. Sure, crime is serious, but thanks to making police logs public, much humor is to be found. Here are a few of my favorites fom the WPI campus police log.

Saturday, November 8, 2:04 am: Male on Boynton St. who appears to be intoxicated. (Hmm, checks timestamp, yep, got ‘em!)

Saturday, November 8, 3:17 pm: Officer speaks to young kids skateboarding in the East Hall parking garage, advising them to move along. (Classic, need I say more?)

Sunday, November 8, 12:02 am: Caller reports group of students playing with fire in a can in West St. parking lot. Officer dispatched, individuals advised. (Advised of what? The joys of playing with fire?! It wasn’t me I swear!)

Sunday, November 9, 1:00 am: Pumpkin thrown at SNAP van from balcony on West St. Officers check, find smashed pumpkin, no people on balcony. (Pumpkin taken into custody.)

Sunday, November 9, 1:53 am: Caller reports female playing music and singing out of her window in Founders. Female is very loud and keeping students awake. Officer dispatched, locates student; singer advised to be mindful of other students. (Ahh, I was hoping he would join in! We need more public singing!)

Sunday, November 9, 3:27 pm: Feces found on floor of Morgan Hall restroom. Custodian en route. (It is the only room with a drain.)

Tuesday, November 11, 2:10 am: Caller reports having vomited in Stoddard A. (What a nice guy; classy. Would love to hear the call.)

And there you have a window into my world at WPI. Leaping pumpkins, public singers, and bodily fluids fill the police log. Now laugh along with me, lest you be advised to move along, you damn kids!