Mollie Ruth, the newest member of the extended Crappy family, born to my sister and brother-in-law Saturday night. This is Uncle Crappy’s first niece. Uncle Crappy is very happy about this. If you were here, I’d buy you all a drink.

I’m trying to post from my new big-boy phone, this time a Treo 600 — not the newest Treo, but one without the cheap-ass fliptop lid that broke off my Treo 300 a few months ago. And I’m posting this from a Honda dealer in the North Hills, where I’m getting my state inspection done… Read More mobile.

Not really all that rested. But not quite as fucking busy as I have been for the last week. Here’s some stuff I owe y’all: * The lecture. Prof. Shumway’s hour-long talk wasn’t so much a musical discussion as it was an assessment of the extremes of cultural symbolism represented by the Dead and the… Read More rested. ready.

I tried to complete a new post tonight, about the lecture I attended Friday afternoon, but it just ain’t working out today. Too busy/drunk/concerned about stuff, and oh, by the way, too drunk to finish. I’ve discovered the beauty of Manhattans. I mean, I knew of this before, from my father, but I’ve discovered I… Read More whew.

I spent a portion of my day off dahn in Pixburke, taking in a lunchtime lecture by a prof at CMU, David Shumway, who is writing a book about the cultural influences music had on the 1960s and vice versa. His lecture today was about the contrasting versions of the 60s presented by the Rolling… Read More culture. and drinks.

A few more thoughts about TK, who will be laid to rest this weekend, at home in Iowa. Because of work, The Wife and I weren’t able to stay in Columbus for the funeral service, but from what I understand it was a perfect tribute to a guy who touched an awful lot of people’s… Read More delivered.