Have a Little Faith, Mitch Albom (non-fiction)
Juliet, Naked, Nick Hornby
Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
No Time to Wave Goodbye, Jacquelyn Mitchard
The Greatest Thing That Almost Happened, Don Robertson
The Sum and Total of Now, Don Robertson
How Starbucks Saved My Life, Michael Gates Gill (non-fiction)
The Bird Room, Chris Killen ( Read more... )

Gonzo: The Life of Hunter S. Thompson, Jann S. Wenner & Corey Seymour (non-fiction)
Waiting to Surface, Emily Listfield
Miles from Nowhere, Nami Mun
A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini
Isabella Moon, Laura Benedict
Mercy, Jodi Picoult
Handle With Care, Jodi Picoult
Sarah's Key, Tatiana de Rosnay
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan ( Read more... )

Saturday night ran unexpectedly late, thanks in large part to the Car Towing Extravaganza, so it took the majority of us a while to get going Sunday morning. Eventually Sarah and I joined Pete, his father, his stepmom and some other relatives for a late breakfast in the hotel restaurant. A few hours away from the wedding, Pete seemed to be holding ( Read more... )

The plans for Saturday seemed pretty cut and dry: rehearsal at the church in Newark, Delaware, around 5:30 followed by dinner at a nice restaurant down the street. Sarah, my lovely girlfriend of the past couple months, met me in Brick a little after noon and we proceeded to head out ( Read more... )

OK, so even though my posting days on Live Journal are pretty much over, there are still special occasions liable to bring me back from time to time. One of them happened this past Memorial Day weekend when Pete and Pumtiwitt got married ( Read more... )

Not quite as often as the changing of the seasons but more frequently than a leap year, I can be counted on to forget my debit card in the ATM machine at a local Wachovia. This happened once again Saturday afternoon. I stopped at the bank on my way to the train station and when I went to buy my ticket later, there in the front pouch of my wallet ( Read more... )

New Year's Eve fell on one of my regular days off, leaving me available to make plans. It had been years since I'd actually done anything interesting and I really didn't feel like spending it alone, so I was relieved when I had lunch with Rich the day before and he suggested meeting up in Atlantic City. We agreed we wouldn't make any specific plans ( Read more... )

( Books I read in 2008 )

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree,
You give us so much snoophuntyhunt.

O Christmas Tree
from the Christmas Song Generator.

Wednesday was my father's birthday, and since the Devils were playing at home on it for the second straight year, we did a hockey game. Last year I got the tickets through the Devils' beat writer for the Star-Ledger -- they were upper level and I still had to pay for them. Predictably, now that I work for NHL.com, this year I was able to do a lot ( Read more... )