January 2012
Tuesday Bullets
Sometimes, on certain Sunday mornings when the weather is just right, I’ll hear a plane fly overhead. A plane headed south, on a flight that will end just a few miles from where you are. I always look up and wonder what if.
I always feel stressed when the weather doesn’t suit the calendar. We are having full-on May weather in January, and I can’t relax. It can’t possibly...
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Gone Gone Gone - Part II
I’m not sure exactly when it happened. I mean, it wasn’t like I just woke up one morning and discovered it was gone. It just more sort of drifted away while I wasn’t looking.
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So, it’s July 4th 2011, and my media server has apparently eaten my music collection. But, as I noted earlier, everything was backed up to a remote location. And I still had my old iPod,...
Someone needs to take Alain de Botton and Malcolm...
That way, whenever we needed a smugly incorrect opinion or a thousand page book full of wrong ideas we’d all know where to go find one.
Heading out in search of tacos.
Sadly, not a euphemism.
Nadal, though? He plays like he’s fighting giants. It’s not just the sneer, or the muscles, or the hair, or that forehand — you know, the one where he swoops the racket all the way around his head like he’s whipping the team pulling his chariot. It’s also that frantic tenacity that used to drive me so nuts. Federer seems devastated when he loses but he also seems to sense...
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Gone Gone Gone - Part I
I’m not sure exactly when it happened. I mean, it wasn’t like I just woke up one morning and discovered it was gone. It just more sort of drifted away while I wasn’t looking.
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I’m going to tell you a short little story, friends. A story that starts in May, and winds all the way through the summer of 2011. A story about how I lost something important in the...
See? I told you. So hot. Made my entire weekend.
I'm almost positive that finding sexy love songs...
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540-339-6818
Drunk texts and voicemails are always welcome.
Songs, too.
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I always said I'd never get married again. I'd...
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UGH
Just got back from a first date/lunch date with someone who was incredibly gorgeous and smart and funny and graceful.
I, on the other hand, was nervous and awkward and pretty much a walking disaster.
I’m just going to crawl back under my rock now. Forever.
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Twitter: Never let liberty stand in the way of...
As we continue to grow internationally, we will enter countries that have different ideas about the contours of freedom of expression. Some differ so much from our ideas that we will not be able to exist there. Others are similar but, for historical or cultural reasons, restrict certain types of content, such as France or Germany, which ban pro-Nazi content. Until now, the only way we could take...
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Pros and Cons
Pro: I’ve lost enough weight that my chest and shoulders are now more prominent than my belly, which means I can wear a tucked-in dress shirt without looking like a fat slob.
Con: I’ve dressed so casually for so long that I feel really uncomfortable in a tucked-in dress shirt.
Carving a Nietzsche | National Post →
Interesting piece.
I’m alternately thrilled and terrified and plain pissed-off by Nietzsche. I love the idea that we shouldn’t be bound up by outdated norms and social conventions, but I hate the way he dismisses emotion and all the messy, mushy things that make us human.
And don’t even get me started on that “Will To Power” stuff.
Tuesday Bullets
I sent you a song. I wanted to send you a whole damn mixtape. I lose my words when I’m around you.
As bad as that is, I really just hope I never lose my safe word around you. That wouldn’t be good.
I have your picture hanging right by my desk. That one with the smile, and the light in your hair. You said it didn’t look like you, but you were wrong. You really are that...
Oh nothing. Just using Lightroom to make photos...
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Figured you guys were probably tired of seeing my bare ass all the time.
A conversation
I made us some eggs a few days ago, a mess of homefries and bacon. I splashed tabasco on my side of the dish.
N looks at me, twisting her mouth.
“What.” I say, sipping coffee.
She tastes my side.
“Mmm.” She says. “Why don’t you give me some tabasco?”
I am lost. “I thought you don’t like things that are so spicy.” I say.
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Migration
“I was told some years ago that the reason why some species of sea turtles migrate all the way across the South Atlantic to lay their eggs on the east coast of South America after mating on the west coast of Africa is that when the behavior started, Gondwanaland was just beginning to break apart (that would be between 130 and 110 million years ago), and these turtles were just swimming...
“It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs. The simplicity of this law of proportion came to me early in life, growing up as I did so remotely that dogs were my closest childhood friends. It is for this reason I’ve always been a slow talker, though if my vocal cords had been otherwise constructed I may have done well at a growl or bark or...
Whew...
Amy says the emergency vet has Buddha stabilized and ready to go home for the night. I’d appreciate it greatly if you guys could send her any extra good vibes you can spare. She - along with her girls, and, of course, Buddha - have all had a very crappy evening, to put it kindly.
My President sang a bit of Al Green on stage last...
Pretty sure you won’t be seeing anything like this from anyone involved in those South Carolina debates anytime soon.
Sometimes when we have to do things like revisit...
Why should we not allow Christian prayers to be hung in a classroom? Because every single taxpayer, regardless of age, creed, color, gender, or sexual preference deserves equal and fair treatment by their elected government, that’s why.
True Stuff
Adrien’s post about being addicted to specific people? Yeah, that. In spades. And I’ll be damned if I know what to do about it. It sucks, it hurts, and it only pushes away the one person you want so badly.
It’s not yet 4:30, and I’m about to pour myself pint #3.
Grocery shopping is least-favorite chore. I get so anxious from dealing with the crowd that I’m...
