Strangely unsentimental towards this place, but I’ll love it forever. Literally nothing but happy memories built here (except for the crippling depression from May-August 2009 while I reverted back to bachelorhood). Jason reminded me that the first weekend we moved in was the night he locked his keys in his car and had to spend the night on our brand new couch. A convenient little accident. My most profound memory of the place was the 7 days we had our puppy, I bet Eunice feels the same way. I love change.
Fight on, my men, I am hurt, but I am not slain;
I’ll lay me down and bleed a while,
And then I’ll rise and fight again.
First picture ever taken with AcePhone. Newseum of DC. There’s something so strong about that “Act Up” image. Pretty remarkable structure seen up close and in person.
Microblogging makes real blogging feel like a waste of time. A 140-character entries a day does the trick. A few long entries are in the pipeline as soon as I have the courage to post.
This week marks the end of DMV era round 2. Our life is in boxes or bubble wrap. I don’t feel like writing complex sentences this morning. This is probably due to the whole microblogging thing.
Teleworking is God’s gift to productivity.
Every morning I wake up and I desperately need something to read. Is this normal?
I cannot wait for California and the life that waits for us there. It’s nice to be able to see what you want and make it happen. I am a lucky fool. Is it lame and cliche that I hope my musician-aspirations one day come to fruition in LA? Probably.
West Coast wins. Moving there in November. Thanks! Bye!
Today might be the second saddest day of all time as a Redskins fan. November 27, 2007 was the worst and incomparable to anything else related to football, but purely from a sports-fanatics’ standpoint, the morning after losing to an 0-19 team is pretty harsh.
The saddest part is the affirmation of all prior suspicions of suckitude. Scratch that, the saddest part is the utter hopelessness. This team is not under-performing. Bill Parcells said it best: “You are what you are.” We are losers. The whole lot of us, from the owner down to the longsuffering fans who bleed and pray for this team every Sunday. We faced a similar situation back in 2004 when we were all fed up and pissed off. Snyder had one play left and he played it perfectly – bring back Joe Gibbs. Yea, that worked great didn’t it?
Now what? At some point, the fans will stop feeding the beast. My love for my team will never die, but my checking account can and will. Screw you, Daniel M. Snyder.
The Stanley Steemer jingle is stuck in my head because it’s great. The tone of the guitar in the version I heard yesterday is so full and awesome. I heard it twice yesterday and I woke up singing it. Still have no idea what Stanley Steemer steams. Something about carpet cleaner?
It Might Get Loud is awesome. Electric guitars and everything I’ve ever wanted to and have said about them was articulated in the film. Pretty ace. I still maintain it is one of the hardest, coolest instruments in the world because of the tactile experience of it. Can’t bend a piano string as expression.
Monsters of Folk album is ace. If I could be any musician under the age of 30 my answer is still Conor Oberst. Or maybe I could just be the musician I want to be under the age of 30. Interesting. Wish I would’ve thought of this 5 years ago.
BRILLIANT. Combines my favsies: Football and 2-button video game nostalgia
