Finally, after many, many days in the bizarre limbo that is McMurdo, I’m back at the South Pole. Back home to the world I know, damn fine food, my projects, my space. McMurdo would have been nice for three days, getting stuck there for nine was, well, excruciating.

Others have captured the moment better than I. Tim, our Power Plant Technician, does a damn fine job at his blog (linked on the left). I’ll update more later.

I spent my night here putting a new hard drive into my computer, banking that it will decrease the flakiness that I’ve seen with the last. The best part, though? This hard drive is finally large enough to store all of my music on it. No more external drive for tunes, I am now much more portable.

Portable so far as it relates to the station I choose to live at. Otherwise it’s a long (800 mile), cold walk elsewhere.

While waiting on glowing progress bars during software installations, I tore through some unsorted piles of paper and old letters from friends. The output? A couple of letters ready to send and some great memory bits from Chicago and business-lessons learned over the past several years.