I tend to do pretty well for my birthday dinners. Even when they are a month late. My folks are here this weekend, in part to take in the Carnegie International and in part to celebrate my birthday, which, uh, yeah, was a month ago. As it usually does, that involves a nice dinner out.… Read More 8. dished.
I’ll be able to expound upon this in greater detail later this month — like, say, in about a week — but I do need to say that tonight was an exceptionally odd night at Piper’s. But we got to see Cindy — a rare and wonderful occurrence — and Mrs. Crappy took me to… Read More 7. #asistradition
I knew that getting through a 10-mile run would result in some, uh, discomfort for a few days after. But i had no idea about the full range of reactions my body would put me through in the days following Sunday’s jaunt. Pain. Well sure, this one is obvious. And as I said on Sunday,… Read More 6. picture of health.
Everything I wrote yesterday about the perverse joy of working on election night is true. But let’s be clear about something: I really like election night pizza.
It’s one of the reasons I’ve always known I chose the right profession: I love working on election night. It doesn’t matter if it’s a municipal election — as is the case tomorrow — or a presidential race. It doesn’t matter if I’m updating the site with the latest results and stories — as is… Read More 4. i’m a freak.
My left ankle. Both hips. The side of my groin that bothered me a year and a half ago. My left calf, which felt as hard as a baseball for the last four miles. Yeah, 10 miles hurts. But it also feels pretty good. When I had jury duty last week, Beth and I talked… Read More 3. ow.
Uncle Crappy 