Like the title said. Heath Ledger bought the farm. Fred Thompson is out of the presidential race. Clinton and Obama squabbling like, well, whatever. Someone tell Billy Joel he needs to rewrite We Didn’t Start The Fire to include this year. I think I’m going to curl up in bed, have some tea and read… Continue reading this entry

My personal possessions tend to fall under one of three categories: the utilitarian, the reserve, and the totemic. Utilitarian sounds simple enough: these are the things that I use on a daily basis, until they get run down and battered and they stop working. When that time comes, the reserve come into play. I find… Continue reading this entry

Every gym has its own culture, and I’m pretty glad the place I joined isn’t full of meatheads at all. It wasn’t crowded at all but even where there was a small cluster around a few particular machines everyone was courteous enough to offer turns and what not. Joining here appears to be one of… Continue reading this entry

After much hemming, hawing and self-doubt I did some financial math and decided to join Gold’s. About damn time. Toured the facility, liked what I saw, it has all the machines I need, yadda, yadda. Things are looking up. Or out, like in the following picture: The view from the swaying bridge at Patapsco Valley… Continue reading this entry

I have mentioned briefly before on my site that I now own a car. The significance of that can be a underplayed without the context that this is my first car and that I arrived at the moment that I’ve been waiting for last September, and on my mother’s birthday, no less. In less than… Continue reading this entry