Sunday – I’m not sure what’s going on here. I flipped the page, but Sunday’s page (message 624) isn’t showing up.
I’m down for the count. Monday will be here sooner than I suspect.
Ugh. Sounds like Al has the flu. I hope the vaccination kicks in and you recover soon!
Jonas and Aila went Sunday cruising, but did some fine communicating along the way. Jonas turned a phrase near the end that struck me as very poignant, This is what the Swedish dream used to look like. Wow. You have clear vision Jonas. I hope it takes you far.
We finally got to see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (Wu hu zang long). What a great movie. I’d like to see it in the theater again. We went to the matinée about 1 PST figuring the Super Bowl folks would be otherwise occupied.
15 years ago the Challenger space shuttle (STS-51-L) was lost seventy-three seconds after liftoff. The Challenger exploded, killing seven people, including Christa McAuliffe, a teacher, the first civilian passenger on the Shuttle. i was reminded by Jason
Sunday – A Superbowl-free zone
More snow on garret‘s patio. Some nice b/w pics with some Isherwood text too.
David at mirth has a great blog today. The twelve steps to political sobriety …
Craig is Just diggin’ some tunes while cooking up a yummy supper. One album he’s playing is a favorite of mine, the James Gang’s second album, Rides Again. I remember being amazed (hey, I was 14) how Joe Walsh worked Cast Your Fate to the Wind into one song (I can’t remember which one now, Funk #49?). Great music.
What’s your Soprano’s Mob nickname? I’m ‘The Quill’. I often do those games and end up with something ridiculous. Finally a semi-decent one. (Note: you get very different results with just your first name, like ‘Cedar Teeth’. LOL!) SirDeath is ‘The Icepick’ using his real name. Obviously a man to be reckoned with. via Dori at Backup Brain
Electron Band Structure In Germanium, My Ass. If you’ve ever tried to replicate those experimental results you’re supposed to in Physics Lab with broken equipment, indifferent TAs, and a Hotel and Restaurant Management major for lab partner you’ll understand. via mike’s weblog
Soft rain off and on last night — right now for that matter. I had several conversations with a damp cat last night. I want out. I want back in. It can’t still be raining — I want back out. Gack! I want back in. I want to walk on your head and implore you to make it stop raining. Meow, meow, meow. Why did you make it rain? I’m such a good kitty. Meow, meow, meow. I can remember standing at the door around 3am in my sweatshirt, old running shorts and disheveled hair watching it rain. I thought, “We don’t need one of those folksy ‘scare away bad things’ totems, we’ll just put up a cardboard cutout of me at 3am.” That should take care of the things that go bump in the night.