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I got a bit sunburnt at the Goldeyes game yesterday but nothing too bad thanks to the expired sunblock Sean picked up and left behind. The fish lost by a bunch but the game was filled with home runs and errors, and some nice work in left field.
Our page quotient at the library has skyrocketed. [...]
When did I stop being the leader of daring expeditions? Was I ever?
Last night we were deciding on what to do with our evening after a seemingly endless discussion of what James (Zheng Lei, the frustrated demagogue) and Holly are doing with their English Corner… sorry, English Island. He wants it small like a lecture [...]
Of course it’s snowing. Why wouldn’t it snow on the fourth day of May? Perfect sense.
I golfed last week with Sean and it was fun. We didn’t keep score, just hit balls. I got the ball in the air a couple of times, hit one water hazard and wasn’t as cold as I could have [...]
A few nights ago at work I found a disc from The Hour’s Disc Drop endeavour. The idea is that people make mix CDs and then leave them places to spread them around like the flu. Evidently the one I found started at Stradrbook and Osborne or something. It’s an okay disc with muy funky [...]
So yesterday not only did I get the new Radiohead album (I paid 3 quid for it), but I made a wonderful discovery as I was cleaning up at the library. Under a chair in the back of the 800s section, where the homeless guy who used to wear a beret and have a huge [...]
I don’t really have anything important to say about them. Jose Reyes got booed in that game. Magglio Ordonez won the batting title though. That’s not as good as the Tigers making the postseason but it’s something. And man is Curtis Granderson ever good.
On Friday I got an iPod Shuffle from my mom who won [...]
Did you know House of Doc’s new CD is almost out? In fact it is available for purchase at Pacific something or other. Go to the site and buy it. Or listen to the streaming preview tracks and then go buy it. I’m not sure why I didn’t know this was so [...]
I’d started a thing about Folk Fest and fragmentation, but it was sounding really pompous and boring. I’ll try writing something good about it tomorrow. For now, my list of highlights are Michael Franti’s mainstage performance, Ndidi Onukwulu’s pipes, Final Fantasy workshop ineptitude, and Indio Saravanja’s tales of existential woe and poverty (while [...]
On my way between the ballpark and Times to see Washboard Hank last night, I got so rained on it was ridiculous. Not warm laughing summer rain but monsooning buckets, like you see in movie storms. I was on Main street when it hit and had to stand waiting profanity-laden minutes for a [...]
As usual, the Choices were loud, but all the singer’s glaring in the first set gave it away that no one really wanted to be there. The bass player had gone home and come back; the guitar man had eaten too many cheeseburgers. A four song delay before getting their shots of bourbon [...]
