A couple days ago in the car, I heard this song that I know, and I knew I know, and everybody knows, because it has a very sticky saxophone solo that everyone knows.  But it's one of those songs no one knows the name of, or the artist who wrote it, or anything useful other than that damn saxophone line.

So tonight, I sang the saxophone line to my ( Read more... )

Without revealing too much of things that are not strictly my business, and even less yours, I will say that this week has ended kinda cruddy for me and two of my closest friends.

Friend One got out of an emotionally draining and not very functional relationship.  Good move, but extremely un-fun and causing yucky feelings for all involved.

Friend Two ( Read more... )

Messages ( Read more... )

Well gang, it's arrived: my 25th birthday ( Read more... )

Last night I finally sat down to put together a prose/poem piece I've been working on irregularly since January.  You might recognize parts of it, because some of the better lines first showed up in this blog.  And the last bit includes sixteen songs and one band that appeared on Ben Jammin's set list pretty much every night he played at the ( Read more... )

Today at noon I opened the garage door so I might go and do some errands.  Instead of actually stepping outside, though, I slammed the door shut, turned around and went to find my gloves and my All Blacks knitted hat from New Zealand.  Why?  Because it was SNOWING.  It wasn't sticking, of course, because three days ago it was 78 degrees out, and ( Read more... )

When I was in primary school, we used to make a big deal out of the whole "March comes in like a lion but goes out like a lamb" thing.  I remember one year we made Paper Bag Puppets of lions at the beginning of the month, and lambs at the end, complete with googly eyes and cottonball wool.  So now it's the end of March, and the other day it was a ( Read more... )

Because today, when I walked in, the head of Year Course was walking out.  
He asked when I was leaving the country (we had already been over the whole "I'm not making Aliyah and I'm not coming back to work for you" thing yesterday).  
I said "Saturday."  
He said, "What's your phone number?"
I asked what for.
He said, "I may need you to stay and help ( Read more... )

A characteristic of Israeli men that I appreciate:  they're not afraid of little children.

Lots of American men, especially young men, act like they just don't know what to do with kids.  They don't know how to hold babies, they shy away from toddlers, and until the kids are old enough to play soccer or football or catch in the yard without falling ( Read more... )

SHUNDoN is married with one dog.  He is selling his motorcycle.  He married the woman he was seeing when he was messing around with me ( Read more... )