I was asked a good ques­tion yes­ter­day. How well do you deal with ambi­gu­ity? Which prob­a­bly only seems like an ambigu­ous ques­tion to some­one like me. It is clever in its self-​reference. I think I answered well enough, and even moreso if the ques­tioner real­ized that I applied my way of deal­ing with ambi­gu­ity in for­mu­lat­ing the answer.

I ran in to Jeff Schuler while he was car­ry­ing his blown-​tire bike down Abbey from the RTA sta­tion and offered to give him a ride to his apart­ment. He accepted and as we fin­ished load­ing his bike into my back seat a cop pulled up and started has­sling us for “block­ing a lane of traf­fic” which he him­self was doing. We were on W. 20^th, which isn’t exactly the busiest street in Cleve­land and he told us we should have turned on to Abbey, which is about 400% busier, and park there. I said “I’m just help­ing my friend load his busted bike into the car.” and “We’re leav­ing now.” so he just looked at me sourly and drove off. I wanted to tell him to go arrest the crack dealer by Lin­coln Park instead of has­sling a guy in cuff links and a beater car help­ing out a friend, but that wouldn’t have been very constructive.

Yes­ter­day was bee-​like in busi­ness; I needed a beer. Since the weblog­ger meetup was at the Town Fryer I decided to head on down there for some fried cat­fish and deli­cious green beans and fried oreos. I con­vinced Jeff to come with me and he fixed his bike in an instant and I busted out the Mon­goose and we headed on down. I got home around 9:30 and was com­pletely spent.