Sounds and Echoes

For those of you who don't know, I'm an team member on the West Philly Hybrid X Team, which is competiting in for the $10M Progressive Automotive X-Prize.

10 hours and 45 minutes from now I will be starting a completely new life. No other waypoint has been marked with as much planning, music, food, or fanfare, though I doubt I will truly absorb much of it at all. 

In the midst of all that has been going on this week, it seems trivial that a popular jazz club is closing. That place, however, is a big part of my perception of Philly and it will most definitely be missed.

It's just before 5am on a Friday morning, and I am suddenly awake. Why? Apparently because some neuro-chemical transmitter said it's time to wake up.

"I'm fine/ok/alright/...". That would be the biggest and most frequent lie I've told in the past 2 months.