According to my friend Darrell, who is the closest thing to a hipster that I know, anyone who isn’t in a band in Portland is a DJ. Well, Dave the trainer is also a DJ and told me he was spinning discs (or whatever they call it nowadays) tonight. Well, I had to fix some more broken stuff on my server (so I can get my home email at work, etc) so I missed out.

One of the more interesting topics of conversation at the gym (while Dave was torturing me) was pointing out the women who give us dirty looks. I did have some bad news, though, Jeni at the front desk is leaving. I can’t gossip with her anymore. I might actually have to start exercising.