Four weeks in four minutes
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penfieldAllergen update The various medications (and new pillows) prescribed by my doctor seem to be working well, though I hesitate to dismiss the power of the placebo effect.
Mothers' Day Shout-Out: My mom and my mom's mom, two moms whose momming is totally mom.
Leading the league in strident, post-ironic dugout chatter... My 2007 softball season has begun.
Doing my part to set a good example, I won't be tabulating my individual statistics this year. The only important numbers: One loss, one win, zero injuries.
Sometimes, when you win, you really lose. However, I am in first place in my fantasy baseball league, which is the approximate equivalent of a huge dork falling in a forest.
My first thought after attending the CAKE concert at Baltimore's Pier Six Pavillion last week: CAKE must be the only band in history where the trumpet player gets more pussy than the rest of the band combined.
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind. Welcome home, Sara Flynn Rovner.
And this porridge is juuuuuust right. Goldielocks and I are moving in together.
Mothers' Day Shout-Out: My mom and my mom's mom, two moms whose momming is totally mom.
Leading the league in strident, post-ironic dugout chatter... My 2007 softball season has begun.
Doing my part to set a good example, I won't be tabulating my individual statistics this year. The only important numbers: One loss, one win, zero injuries.
Sometimes, when you win, you really lose. However, I am in first place in my fantasy baseball league, which is the approximate equivalent of a huge dork falling in a forest.
My first thought after attending the CAKE concert at Baltimore's Pier Six Pavillion last week: CAKE must be the only band in history where the trumpet player gets more pussy than the rest of the band combined.
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind. Welcome home, Sara Flynn Rovner.
And this porridge is juuuuuust right. Goldielocks and I are moving in together.
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Re: Love the Vonnegut quote
Date: 2007-05-14 09:13 pm (UTC)I wish I could say it is nice to be back, but I would be lying. This entry was pretty much a cave-in to the pressures of Village_Twins. (It is strangely exhilarating to be "on probation" -- I feel like such a bad boy.)
I'm sort of "over" the whole blog scene now. It has become so loud and crowded that I wonder if it needs me anymore. I am reminded of this quote by Plato:
"Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools speak because they have to say something."
Wise guys
Date: 2007-05-14 10:31 pm (UTC)And it is wrong to imply that you are not one of Plato's wise men simply because others are speaking.
Rather, we've enjoyed what you've had to say and would like it to continue. If it means waiting a couple weeks in between posts, then so be it. (Or so it goes, as Vonnegut wrote.)