Friday, July 28, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Saturday, July 08, 2006
I've Got It So Bad
That I'm actually playing some pickup futbol tomorrow. You know...after the Finals.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Four Nifty Things that I Did Yesterday
**Watched an absolutely incredible futbol match
**Spent some good time with the Gills (and thank you again for the merchandise)
**Hung out at my mom's house and, for the first time in months, (years?), didn't leave angry or disgusted -- it was good.
**Worked on a merlot on the deck while watching neighborhood fireworks with the Ruth
**Spent some good time with the Gills (and thank you again for the merchandise)
**Hung out at my mom's house and, for the first time in months, (years?), didn't leave angry or disgusted -- it was good.
**Worked on a merlot on the deck while watching neighborhood fireworks with the Ruth
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
It Gives Me Something to Write About
Haven't revisited my little black book since April, so humor me.
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There's a list of minor league baseball teams whose hats I liked and had considered purchasing. Doesn't look like I ever got around to any of the. For the record, I own three minor league hats: the Lansing Lugnuts, the Montgomery Biscuits and the Wilmington Blue Rocks.
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And then for some reason I get downright philosophical.
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There's a list of minor league baseball teams whose hats I liked and had considered purchasing. Doesn't look like I ever got around to any of the. For the record, I own three minor league hats: the Lansing Lugnuts, the Montgomery Biscuits and the Wilmington Blue Rocks.
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And then for some reason I get downright philosophical.
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Watching life happen to you is not living.
Insulating yourself from pain is not living (neither is pursuing it).
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Is it possible that a person's misconception of Jesus must be crucified for the real one to live?
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Laughable now, but that's what was going on at the time.
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Cameron recommended a couple books: Making Your Own Days, by Kenneth Koch, and Rose, How Did You Get So Red?, by your mom. Haven't read either.
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Then more recommendations. A car, (Honda Civic,) a record, (Radiohead's Kid A,) a Pinot Noir, (Gallo of Sonoma,) and a movie (Punchdrunk Love).
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And then:
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If the voice your'e hearing doesn't sound right, it's possible it's the wrong one.
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Well that's just brilliant, isn't it?
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Directions to somewhere.
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And then something I heard Murray Bodo say:
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"Life isn't worth living unless it's a metaphor for something else."
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I think he was quoting Keats.
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Drew & Denise'll be here soon, so I'm out.
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Happy 4th.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
World Cup
Disappointed that Brazil lost, but thrilled that England is out -- them and that snotty Rooney kid.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
I've Lost It
I'm watching Sesame Street again after a hiatus of better than 25 years. They didn't have Elmo when I was a kid and I haven't been a fan for all these years in between, but that little fella's won me over and yesterday sealed the deal. He and Andrea Bocelli (who happens to be a big soccer fan) singing a reworked version of "Time to Say Goodbye" reworked to be about how "it's time to say goodnight," but "Elmo isn't tired." Maybe you had to be there, but I'm glad I was.
Speaking of Glad I Was There, thanks Warren and Julie for the tix to last night's Reds game. Down five in the first. Down three in the bottom of the ninth. Two out. Dunn's up, so I go ahead and mark the big capital K on my score card, stand with everyone else, gather up my stuff to leave (which consists of moving my sunglasses from the cup holder in the seat in front of me to the front pocket of my short pants) and start thinking about traffic. Had he been up with no one on and the team down three (or up eight) I might have expected a homer, but he's batting something like a buck-fifty with RISP, leading the league in strikeouts and solo taters and has become about as predictable in this kind of situation as Reggie Sanders was when he was here. And then he pounds a ball over the bullpen in right that gets out as fast as I've ever seen a ball get out (and I've seen Sheffield). Place went nuts, team bunched up and waited at the plate for our Big Donkey to cirlce the bases. Fireworks. And me with some erasing to do. Perfect.
Speaking of Glad I Was There, thanks Warren and Julie for the tix to last night's Reds game. Down five in the first. Down three in the bottom of the ninth. Two out. Dunn's up, so I go ahead and mark the big capital K on my score card, stand with everyone else, gather up my stuff to leave (which consists of moving my sunglasses from the cup holder in the seat in front of me to the front pocket of my short pants) and start thinking about traffic. Had he been up with no one on and the team down three (or up eight) I might have expected a homer, but he's batting something like a buck-fifty with RISP, leading the league in strikeouts and solo taters and has become about as predictable in this kind of situation as Reggie Sanders was when he was here. And then he pounds a ball over the bullpen in right that gets out as fast as I've ever seen a ball get out (and I've seen Sheffield). Place went nuts, team bunched up and waited at the plate for our Big Donkey to cirlce the bases. Fireworks. And me with some erasing to do. Perfect.