January 2010
98 posts
Nye
Hello. I am listening to the beatles, eating lots of cheese and hanging with good friends. Win!
I learned a new word last night: Hyphy. →
December 2009
84 posts
Wonderful wonderful New York Times editorial on... →
This is one of the only traditional Christmas songs that I actually really like. I have always had a soft spot for percussionists, which might explain it. But also, I smile secretly to myself whenever I hear it because I know that even when he grows up and is a Big Drummer Man, he will never have anything fit to bring a King, fit to bring anyone really, and will always have to fall back on his...
note that
I wanted to add a version of “I Was Young When I Left Home” by Bob Dylan to my “melancholy Christmas” playlist, but I can’t find a good version. I don’t know if it counts as a proper Christmas song but last week, when I was at the Chrysalis music holiday party, this artist Horse Stories who was soooo good, did a cover of that song, as his “holiday”...
Op-Ed Columnist - Tiger Woods, Person of the Year... →
This is a super duper article on the past 10 years and helpful in explaining why I am such a deep, dark cynic.
I just remembered
That last night I dreamt that I had to go to a review session for a math class I hadn’t been to all semester. Apparently, exam anxiety is as contagious as h1n1, and I must have caught it from someone who actually had exams to take….
ooooh
Mike Daly just sent me demos of some songs he’s been working on. He also said (I’m not sure whether it was meant to be a disclaimer or a selling point) that these songs would break my heart.
Why he thinks my heart needs any additional breaking is sort of besides the point. I am sooo lucky to get to heeear these songs. They are very beautiful. Thanks Mike Daly, for making my sick...
Ever wondered to your self "hmmm where's my taco?" →
now you know.
tee-hee
I just got SOMEBODY the best holiday present EVER. And he/she is going to LOVE it. I can’t wait!!!!
yesterday was the first meeting of Club Awesome
and even though I had been sick all day, too sick to go to work, too sick to do anything but sleep and drink tea, I managed to drag myself over to Tinhorn Flats to meet in alphabetical order of first name: Ben, Joe, Michael Beinhorn, Mike Daly, and Sean. I’m hoping that at the next offiical meeting I am less sick, but insofar as I couldn’t stop blowing my noise, I’d have to say...