If you scroll all the way down to the bottom of the archives list and click on November 2003 link, you’ll see that Uncle Crappy was born exactly four years ago today. Actually, don’t do that. It was pretty awful back then. I’m having a hard time recalling what my goals were for Uncle Crappy… Read More 30. four.
I wish I could tell you about today. It will, I think, turn out to be important. It will also, I think, turn out well. I can, however, say I’m exhausted. And I’m going to bed. Not much of a post, I know. In this one instance, that’s how it’s going to have to be.
Pressure does interesting things to a person. In most cases, I think I handle pressure well. I’m usually able to think clearly, make a quick analysis and determine what should be done next. An example: During a weekend visit by my parents a few years ago, my father had an “episode,” which means he fainted.… Read More 1. pressure.
Besides being Birthday Month, the start of October always seems to prompt an odd change in me and my listening habits. In general terms, I’m all over the place musically, with a few obvious focuses — hippie music, reggae, jazz and occasional forays into the other stuff that occupies my iPod. But when this time… Read More october.
A wake-up call, via Sunny 95 on the way into Columbus this afternoon: We’d just finished listening to Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London,” and were unaware of what station we were listening to. And then the DJ says: “You’re listening to the home of your refreshing light-rock favorites.” Christ. When did Warren Zevon’s music beome… Read More old. really old.
A buncha stuff. May or may not be related. * As was the case when I turned 30, I quit smoking just after my 40th birthday two weeks ago. I enjoyed that last smoking weekend, the one in Ann Arbor and in East Lansing, as much as possible, buying a pack of Dunhills to supplement… Read More feeling SO much better.
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