AUSTIN, Texas, Jan. 22, 2005 — We have a plan for today. A plan to be out and about. Do things. Specifically we plan to go to a UT Women's Basketball game and a seafood buffet at a club downtown. Nothing super exciting. But plans. And, of course, we plan to work out. Always plan to do that. Hearing about my aunt's woes with a broken bone is enough to reinforce the need for a 'combination of weight bearing and cardio activities to strengthen the bone.' It may not call me to action, but it does reinforce the need. And excuses the cheese consumption, too. We need calcium and I hate supplements. Last night I ate a snack of cheese and carrots and green onions and a few tortilla chips late at night.

The workout. Well I only did thirty-five minutes on the bike and only a couple of other things. I did my bicep curls and some ab work. But it was a workout of some sort. That gave me plenty of time to come home, shower, set up the DVR to record some things like tennis, stuff my face (a turkey cheddar sandwich with mayo and horseradish, lettuce and onion on wheat, a bunch of raw squash and zucchini and some mustard wasabi and a piece of leftover pizza washed down with a root beer). Then we were off (way early) to the basketball game. We got a great parking place, though. Then we sat at one of the tables, me drinking the free and barely worth it coffee and working crosswords while FFP read. We had yielded our regular seats to a friend who had some friends visiting him. But we don't like our seats anyway. About twenty-five minutes to tip-off we went to the arena. We decided to sit in the mezzanine where we could sit all alone and read between action. The game was incredible. First Texas couldn't find the basket but Baylor let them stay in it by turning over the ball. At the half Baylor made a pretty three-point play and lead. Second half it seesawed back and forth until near the end when I don't know what happened to Baylor. Then they had to foul and we sank some. It was a bizarre game. I remember when I really, really cared about the result and this game would have caused a bunch of adrenal squirts. Once or twice I actually felt the drug. But mostly I just watch, enjoy the sport.

Reading The Philosophical Programmer: Reflections on the Moth in the Machine by Daniel Kohanski. It's not unlike the book The Pattern on the Stone that I read a few weeks ago. It's an attempt to explain programming with an emphasis on bugs, flaws, complexity and ethics. Yes, ethics. It's hard to cover the ground between digital issues (representing everything as zero or one) and ethics. And, of course, I have no idea if the book would succeed with a tyro. I enjoy reading about the things I used to do, rather than doing them, though, and this was fun for me.

After the basketball game we came home, sorted through the mail and I poked around on the computer a bit and then settled in to watch a little tennis and finish the newspapers before we went out. Roddick was rocking through a match with Jurgen Melzer on the DVR. I'm not a real fan of any player. Andy is a hometown favorite, of course. Sort of like cheering for Lance. For sheer joy of playing the Federer and Suzuki match the other day was better.

We have signed up to go to a Seafood Buffet at Austin Club, one of Austin's venerable old private clubs. We dress up and head downtown. We park on Congress and walk over to the club. We are early. No matter. We signed up late so we are seated in the bar. We pick a wine and soon we are loading up on chowder, oysters Rockefeller, raw oysters, boiled shrimp, sushi, seafood salad, various fish (Wahoo?), Jasmine rice, edamame, other vegies. Not much of anything but it added up. We finished our wine and ordered a dessert to share. Then some people we knew showed up. We talked to them. Then someone we didn't know showed up and she said something about being early, flying from Denver, a tail wind, her companion wasn't there because she was early. So we had a cup of coffee with her while she had cocktails and Forrest discovered that she was West Austin and interesting enough to qualify for a place in his column in West Austin News. When her companion showed up, introductions were done (he seemed only a little shocked to find we were in serious conversation with his date) and we left.

The cold front had roared out of the west (with our new friend's tailwind) and ripped down Ninth Street as we headed back to the car. We shivered a bit with only blazers to protect up but it wasn't that bad. We headed home.

We watched TV (well, the DVR, watching TV in real time is such a waste) and I finished my book. Sleep.