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      New this week: Best
      to Clean House on the First
 By John Seylar
   I'm rolling the empty orange lift cart down the hall. John
      Marketon is behind me, miming something about the alcohol wipes
      he's carrying. (I translate his gestures as something like "where
      is the isopropanol?")   stroppy (strop'-pee) adj.
      touchy, belligierent [by shortening and alteration of obstreperous]   
        Shanghai Noon :) 
 A Lo-mein Western! Kudos to the vulture scene
 and the barfight, too.
    Daddy-O's
      been swimming in the ocean all week, and hasn't seen any movies
      or TV at all.
 
        
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                |  | A Week in St. Augustine |  |  
          | On Saturday, Alison went down
            to Florida for a reunion of the entire Frane family, and since
            she considers us a part of her family, Kristin
            and I were invited to tag
            along. This gave us an excuse to take the first real vacation
            we've had since... well, since the
            last time one of our families had a family reunion at the
            beach. So, even though I don't really consider myself a beach
            person, we took a beach vacation for the second time in a row
            (since we can't seem to make ourselves take time off except when
            something like a family reunion compels us to). But that's OK,
            we had a totally great time. It was both fun and relaxing, and
            it also gave us a chance to make a bunch of new friends among
            the members of Alison's extended and far flung family, in particular
            among her branch of the family tree known as the California Franes.
            Alison's cousin Andy Frane is a kindred spirit as well as a namesake
            for me... I traded him an Aquarius
            deck for a copy of his CD, "Frane's
            Fantastic Boatride."  We also had fun
            hanging out with Alec Frane, Alison's brother, but this was rather
            bittersweet. In a couple of weeks, he's leaving for a 2+ year
            tour of duty with the Peace Corp in China, so this was our last
            chance to hang out with him for a long time to come. He's a funny
            guy and it's always fun spending time with him. He and Alison
            both brought their guitars, and they played together most every
            night after dinner. Alec would make up spontaneous blues songs
            about whatever was going on at the time, to everyone's delight.
            Good luck in China, Alec! We'll look forward to many songs and
            stories when you return.
 As for the setting, I have to say that, much as I enjoyed
            the beach at Nag's Head last year, I liked the beach at St. Augustine
            much better. It's wonderfully big, being so wide and flat that
            cars are allowed to drive on the beach and the tides roll back
            and forth over a huge distance. The swimming there was absolutely
            delightful. I swam in the ocean every day, whereas by comparison
            I only swam once at Nag's Head, where the surf was so rough that
            Kristin found it genuinely frightening. This time, the water
            was warm and the waves were comparatively gentle. (But then again,
            we got to hang glide at Nag's Head...)  On
            Monday afternoon we noticed a growing column of smoke on the
            horizon, and after awhile it became clear that a forest was burning
            somewhere in the distance. The arching column of smoke grew thicker
            and thicker as it stretched from the horizon, up over our heads,
            and out across the ocean. The air was thick with the smell of
            burning wood, and charred pine needles began washing up on shore
            as Alison and Kristin built a really cool sand cat. It was very
            disturbing. (The burning forest, that is, not the sand cat.)
            The smell of burning wood remained strong until long after darkness
            fell, but by the next day it had cleared off. I guess they finally
            got the fire under control. (I read in the next day's paper that
            there were actually 43 wildfires burning across Florida that
            day, started by lightning strikes...)
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          |  We did lots of other
            fun stuff during the week... Alison got to fly a kite for the
            first time, and one morning, while I was sleeping in, she and
            Kristin went out in sea kayaks and got quite close to some dolphins
            and pelicans. We also toured a chocolate factory, and even worked
            in a side trip to Daytona to catch up with Dale (who just happened
            to be vacationing in the vicinity) and check out his parent's
            amazingly cool house. Plus, of course we played lots of games,
            including Fluxx,
            Aquarius, Volcano, and Q-Turn, not to mention
            some more Chrononauts
            playtesting...
 We also brought the iBook (which is just a totally great machine...
            thanks again Marv and
            Elaine!) which allowed
            us to keep up with our email and made it possible for me to do
            something I'd never been able to do before, namely work on the
            creation of this web update *while away from home*, which was
            extremely cool. It's gonna make travel a whole lot easier. Anyway, it was a wonderful vacation... but we're home now,
            and it's time to get back to work. Origins is just a month away,
            and we've got a heck of a lot to do in order to get ready. Yikes! 
 Speaking of Origins, this year's Origins Awards balloting
            has finally commenced, and sadly, Icehouse
            isn't on the list of nominees, despite Kristin's best efforts
            to follow the procedures necessary to get it nominated. (The
            final nominees were selected by the members of the Academy from
            a broader list of games, which Icehouse was supposed to be on,
            but then wasn't, which is sad because they pick 5 nominees in
            each category and there were only 6 other entries in the Abstract
            Strategy Games category, some of which aren't really very abstract).
            However, we still have a teensy little shot at it... the balloting
            is being done on-line, and write-in votes are accepted! Anyone
            can vote, so do us a favor if you've got the time (and if you
            think Icehouse is a better abstract board game than Button
            Men, Deadwood, Elemental, Ta Yu, and Tile Chess), and surf
            over to the GAMA website
            and write-in a vote for Icehouse! It's not like we really have
            much of a chance on a write-in, but if you're a gamer you ought
            to vote anyway.
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                      | Late one night we took chairs down to the edge
                  of the ocean and watched the waves crashing in the darkness,
                  and we noticed these tiny fluorescent specks in the sand at the
                  very edge of the surf, like tiny aquatic fireflies. What were
                  they? |  
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                      | In St. Augustine, we got to play with something
                  new called the Toypedo (US patent #5,514,023). This heavy rubber
                  pool toy is 9 or 10 inches long and looks like a tie-dyed zeppelin;
                  the idea is to hold it just under the surface of the water and
                  then throw it. It's really cool! Alison summed up the experience
                  best by likening it to underwater frisbee... |  
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                      | Since most of Alison's Uncles are color blind,
                  we conducted a test and the Icehouse set got a perfect score!
                  They had no trouble telling the colors apart. |  |  |