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Nope, not really any.. hrm. Nothing to report.

But as this irish traveler explained to me last week, nothing to report doesn't mean that nothing is happening and it's all wasted time. In fact, lots of things are happening, inexplicable amounts of things are happening, it just means that all those things that are more or less inexpressible. Like, say, timid existential philosophy. So here's a question:

Is there a greatest tasting gummi bear?
That is, in an endless line of gummi bears, each different, is there one that is absolutely most delicious? Is there a finite upper level of deliciousness ("What is the farthest you can travel on earth"), or is it an infinitely high scale ("What's the highest number?").

Off through the cold. Of course, if you're anywhere close to nyc, be sure to check out The Gates.