Cool and Sad

March 22, 2007

All right. First things first. The new essay is up. I know. Finally. Hopefully, it won’t be on the front page for long, since I’m hoping to finish one about Easter by, well, Easter.

This American Life is a television show now, which is cool and sad, as I don’t subscribe to Showtime. I may have to switch from HBO to Showtime when The Sopranos is finally finished. I figure that’s probably the main reason they haven’t finished it yet. What, you don’t think, “John torture” is part of their corporate plan?

O.K., so I have to tell you this right now. If you have a speck of emotion in your heart and if you see Johnny Cash as an American icon, like I do, go listen to American V: A Hundred Highways. I put it in to have something to casually listen to as I wrote this blog entry, but when Cash’s cover version of “If you could read my mind” came on I just froze. His fragile, frail and breathless voice completely stopped me in my tracks. It’s practically heart-wrenching to hear him sing that song, knowing how close he was to his death when he recorded it. American V contains Cash’s last recordings and is a powerful and moving record, especially in that context. It feels like an old friend saying goodbye. Wow.

That’s more like it. I got some writing done today. I completed my first draft of “How to Properly Own and Operate a Motor Vehicle”, which is part 2 of my sarcastic and not very helpful “How to …” series. Feels good to be helping people, though. :0)

Also, I’m all geared up for the ol’ March Madness. I’ll be following several games at a time over the internet for the next couple of days and probably making lots of circles and arrows and x marks on my brackets. It’s very possible that, by the end of the weekend, those brackets will be in the trash can and I’ll be back to my normal self. It’s amazing to me how I can’t stand to watch basketball at all during the regular season, but at tournament time I can’t take my eyes away from the play-by-play results. Thank goodness for the internet. I can watch all the scores at once.

Overpriced Beverage report: Darjeeling Puttabong is a truly great black tea. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that the Darjeeling Makaibari is just as good at less than half the price.

Flotsam and Jetsam

March 12, 2007

I guess it’s about time I sit down and write something. I haven’t written anything significant in almost a month, except for a few pages of a script that popped into my head last week. That may never even see the light of day, although ScriptFrenzy does begin in June. Maybe I’ll save it for that. So, what have I been doing, you ask? Well, I’ve been keeping in contact with a few friends on Skype, which is always cool and I’ve been distracted by the construction of our new deck. Also, I’ve sent out a few articles to magazines so I’ll know in about 6 months if they’ve been accepted. The publishing industry is crazy with timelines. Also, I’ve been indulging in my love of overpriced beverages. Lately, and for the foreseeable future, it is tea. Cast iron teapot, scoopfuls of tea leaves with additions like lemon-grass, orange peel or specs of vanilla bean. Great, great stuff. What’s so overpriced about making tea at home? The tea, of course. Check out my new favorite tea store, Teavana, and see what I mean.

Sorry for the number of links I’ve included in this entry, but I wanted you to be able to understand what I was talking about. That’s a rarity now, isn’t it?


I was making lunch today and Bud (4 years old) was sitting at the table waiting for me to finish. We decided to play the impression game. He was first. His impression went like this: he puts his hands up to his face and begins talking in a voice that is even higher than his normal one. “Hello, I’m Steve from Blue’s Clues”, he says. Then, “Ok, Daddy, who was I?” That, of course, is my cue to say something like, “You sounded JUST LIKE Steve from Blue’s Clues!” He smiles and tells me it’s my turn. Now, I don’t do a great impression of Blue from Blue’s Clues, but I think it’s passable. It’s not even that hard. I just make a bunch of bow and bo noises. It actually sounds a lot like Blue, if you ask me. I finish with a flurry of four bows in quick succession. “Who was that?” I ask. “I know”, he says, pointing at me and nodding.


Then I started laughing so much that I almost burned his lunch.