We expel to process

I am being eaten by bugs.

My computer's battery died so I have to sit outside the main building of our campground to get power. There is no protection. There is also nobody to stop me from swimming in the closed but not closed off pool. That may be step number next.

Youtube is nice because I can use it to listen to music that I don't have on my computer, even if I don't want to watch a video of a college guy impersonating a dance that a twelve year old kid did in a different youtube video.

Tomorrow is mini-golf and then St. Paul. We move fast, Trefor and I.

I think I'm starting to get comfortable with this blog thing. Just starting. I hope we're not generating too much material for anyone to pay attention to. I think we're running that side of enough. This is because we have so much information coming in right now that we need an outlet or we'll rupture somehow.

Lollapalooza was this weekend in Chicago. he woman who works at our campsite who gave us directions to get into the city pointed that out to us three times. She thought we should check it out. We bussed past it, and saw a few people in shirts exclaiming that they were there. I think that's as close as we needed to be. We also spent probably twenty minutes on the train making puns on it. That was before the math.

We saw the Creation Museum yesterday and the Museum of Science and Industry today. A nice contrast. The latter has a single backlit panel, maybe three by four feet, which offhandedly dismisses everything the former took great care to tell us. An interesting thing to note, however, is that both museums had dragons available for sale in the gift shops, but they didn't make an appearance anywhere else in either museum.

Chicago also has the most confusing public transportation I've ever used. Their subway blew my mind. I wish I could offer more detail, but I really have no idea what happened. Trains seemed to make up their own colors (pink? brown?) and change destinations while between stations and run both ways on the same track. It was like a fantasy land for mass transportation.