Monday, December 22, 2008
While it is not outside of the realm of possibility that I may find the time and the resources to post between now and 2009, my itinerary for the next several days is chock full. With that in mind, let me extend gracious holiday wishes to all, including salutations for the new year. Please kiss yourself (drunken and sloppily, please, for purposes of verisimilitude) at midnight on New Year's Eve, and imagine it's from me!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Unfortunately, the match before, between Stanford and Texas also went to a fifth set, with Stanford coming back after being down 2-0 to advance to a Championship rematch with the defending champions of State College. So the Husker-PSU match didn't end until 11:30. And that is way past maximum bed time on a school night!
But, it all worked out in the end. And, so, winter break is upon us, not a moment too soon. We'll be heading back east next week (weather permitting), and then we'll spend a few days resting up and turning a year older, before school ramps back up again on January 5. Between now and then will be a lot of flying, driving, visiting, toasting, consuming, football, basketball, and Holiday cheer (or maybe that's what all that previous stuff adds up to).
Monday, December 15, 2008
He spent his first day by himself today, and it appears that he is well on his way to recovery. His stitches come out in about eleven more days.
Wish the pup a speedy recovery!
Monday, December 08, 2008
Here's some more up-to-the-second style tips for the coming year.
At least, that's what I heard.
Well, unless you want the terrorists to destroy your mail.
IN: The Wishbone
OUT: The Spread
Because, everything runs in cycles.
Need I say more (and George say less)?
IN: College Basketball
OUT: College Football
After January 8, all thoughts turn to March.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
So, I will spend the month of December irregularly updating you on what is in for the coming new year, and what is out from the old year. Let us begin.
Monkey and I are in love with Tempranillo, a hot Spanish wine. Had we any money in reserve, we would be off to Seville, Barcelona, Madrid, in a heart beat, truly living the Hemingway-esque expatriate life. Alas, it is not to be. Last year's boffo trip to Italy put us out of the running for any but domestic travel (and that, mostly by auto) for the foreseeable future. But, until we are uncorking some fine Spanish wine on the shores of the Mediterranean, this is the place to WANT to be.
It's the new 20! How many MIPs can I rack up before I turn 41?
OUT: 30s, 20s, teens, tweens, toddlers, infants, newborns
As Tony's boss tells him in Saturday Night Fever: "You don't fuck the future. The future fucks you."
Stay tuned for more....