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31 August 2008
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16 August 2008
15 August 2008
I've got you, babe
Why, yes. This morning's commute did feature a song from Donny and Marie Osmond. You mean yours didn't? Huh.
Sadly, the Good Morning America Summer Concert series is winding down. My usual subway stop is at the far corner of Bryant Park. Which gives me a good block of listening time on the way to the office. Oh, but they've saved the best for last. Gone, but not forgotten they will be.
Now, look. The "music" and, I used that term loosely, has been pretty cruddy. But, the series has been a great enabler of people watching - which comes in second for me, only to people mocking.
As I mentioned before, I got to see a grown woman drop f-bombs in front of kids at the Miley Cyrus show. Last week, when leaving the office on Thursday night, I got to see people camped out on the sidewalk (all the way around the block) for the Jonas Brothers.
I caught a little Feist. I saw some RENT.
But nothing. Nothing at all. Can compare to next week's finale. Ladies and gentlemen. I give you, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Kid Rock.
My prediction? I'll be the guy in the collared shirt.
13 August 2008
If I had to sum up Maine in one image ...
it would be this one. So as to scare you all away.
Seriously. Frickin' awesome. My new favorite state.
Seriously. Frickin' awesome. My new favorite state.
11 August 2008
08 August 2008
07 August 2008
Start spreading the news
One of my parents: Guess who stayed in Amarillo last night? Paul McCartney. He is taling old route 66. He stayed at the Ambassador Hotel and was driving an old green Broncho
Me: guess who died 4 blocks from my apartment? John Lennon
Them: today?
Me: guess who died 4 blocks from my apartment? John Lennon
Them: today?
Well, it's official
Yesterday, Kelly and I were in a spirited debate about how best to deal with stupid, gawking tourists on the sidewalks.
She contended that it was rude for me to passionately exclaim, "JUST WALK!" and "HOLY JESUS!" when a passel of tourists exited a restaurant and stood, motionless on the sidewalk. I contended that her preferred method (bumping into them with extreme prejudice) had much different context coming from a 5 foot 3 size small than it does coming from 6 foot 5, 210 pounds of me. Though, I am not averse to dropping a shoulder on a local, like I did last week, (he was either going to plow into me or I could brace myself. It was the best hit I have laid on someone since IM flag football. Seriously, I laid the jackass out. Which is what should happen when you are flat out sprinting like Carl Lewis in a crowded subway station.) I don't really have a half-speed when it comes to initiating contact like that. (clearly)
This morning, Radley pooped on the sidewalk, instead of having to go all the way to the park.
This afternoon, a co-worker told me to slow down. I was talking too fast.
For the past 5 weeks, as a coping mechanism, I think, I was viewing this as if it was summer camp. It's not. I really live here.
She contended that it was rude for me to passionately exclaim, "JUST WALK!" and "HOLY JESUS!" when a passel of tourists exited a restaurant and stood, motionless on the sidewalk. I contended that her preferred method (bumping into them with extreme prejudice) had much different context coming from a 5 foot 3 size small than it does coming from 6 foot 5, 210 pounds of me. Though, I am not averse to dropping a shoulder on a local, like I did last week, (he was either going to plow into me or I could brace myself. It was the best hit I have laid on someone since IM flag football. Seriously, I laid the jackass out. Which is what should happen when you are flat out sprinting like Carl Lewis in a crowded subway station.) I don't really have a half-speed when it comes to initiating contact like that. (clearly)
This morning, Radley pooped on the sidewalk, instead of having to go all the way to the park.
This afternoon, a co-worker told me to slow down. I was talking too fast.
For the past 5 weeks, as a coping mechanism, I think, I was viewing this as if it was summer camp. It's not. I really live here.
05 August 2008
03 August 2008
01 August 2008
The irony
Listening to three button hand me down while staring at the parsons school.
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