[for May 25] Kids, I’m pooped. The zombie walk went absolutely fabulously. There were waaaay more people who turned out than we ever expected. And they all looked FANTASTIC. I absolutely cannot express how happy I am with the way this turned out. It is a completely amazing feeling to be a part of something that so many people get into so intensely. It is hard to describe what it feels like to help create…
Thanks, Cherie! Also, another big thanks to Jamie, whose birthday is today. Friday, it’s on. UPDATE: The article is here. Project 365
[for May 22] Blue button-up shirt: $1.99 Coffee-stained striped tie: $.50 Getting chastised by the cashier for using a credit card on a $3 purchase: Priceless. Project 365
[for May 21] It’s funny that FearlessVK has a post up about parking garages and car-related woes today, because I had my own parking garage-related hijinks after I left, of all places, her downtown apartment tonight. This is what greeted me upon trying to exit the parking garage a couple of blocks from her place: An unmovable wall of metal, locked in place by unseen forces. (Is this normal? It seems kind of weird that…
[for May 20] I’m not sure there’s a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than at the ball park, drinking pinot grigio, munching on barbecue nachos, and then going home and passing out on the couch. I’d forgotten how much I love baseball. I used to be positively obsessed with it, which may shock those who are familiar with my current attitude toward sports. As a tween and teen, I subscribed to Baseball Weekly…
I live near a Catholic school, which has a little grotto out in the courtyard. I never see any kids hanging around it. [Insert clumsy religion-related segue here.] I’m reading Christopher Hitchens’ God Is Not Great, a rambly manifesto on the ways in which all religion — from arbitrary, black-cat superstitionist spirituality to Christianity to Islam — makes people think and do outrageous and harmful things in the name of pleasing/impressing/sating the sky fairy of…
It’s not spelled right, but I’d chuckle to myself each time I got to tell someone my address. Project 365
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