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It is terribly snowy and icy here in Seattle, Washington. This is a big thing for us, because generally we stare and gape at snow and then panic and cancel everything and hide from the ice. As it turns out, the ice on the nameless hill in South Seattle I reside in was so bad that the 106 wouldn't run up it, so they had a shuttle for that. But the shuttle wasn't coming, so I decided to walk up the hill, through the snow and the ice.

Unsurprisingly, said shuttle showed up and overtook me about five minutes into my epic quest. Fail.

Still, I made the trek and moreover, decided to stop and write "springtime of youth" into a patch of clear, untouched snow. So I feel quite confident in saying that today I am a MAN. Or an idiot. Or both.

Also, Don Giovanni was fucking fantastic and if you live in Seattle you should go see it.