Neither my own corrupted archive files, nor Blogger, nor the Wayback Machine (archive.org, for those of you who think I’m referring to the old cartoon) has been able to yield my October 2004 posts after Oct. 13. I’m checking with some friends who think they might have screen shots, but I fear they may be gone for good. If they turn up, of course, I’ll post them here.
Thursday, October 14, 2004 12:00 pm
Wednesday, October 13, 2004 5:11 pm
You won’t often hear me say this about a fellow journalist, but New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristoff is doing God’s work in Sudan .
I don’t think I am psychic or anything but I try to trust my instincts whenever they don’t involve pushing someone off a bridge or something.
Monday, October 11, 2004 5:42 pm
Not much new here or at my work blog, mainly because it’s crunch time on something work-related. But we’re all pretty much OK; thanks (especially to my sister) for asking.
Friday, October 8, 2004 9:22 am
Thursday, October 7, 2004 9:02 pm
That’s sort of what Weizmann Institute scientists hypothesize, anyway. It’s not clear what effect a tinfoil hat has on the process they describe, however.
Wednesday, October 6, 2004 8:45 pm
My friend and erstwhile colleague Val Nieman, now teaching full-time at N.C. A&T down the street from the office, 1) has a collection of short stories coming out soon and 2) is getting to be a contestant on “Jeopardy!”
Life doesn’t get much better than that.
Tuesday, October 5, 2004 11:15 pm
“Shaun of the Dead,” that is. I have yet to read a negative review, but the best review so far came from StereoLabRat, who wrote in publishable part, ” … the only things that could’ve made this movie better were fireballs shooting from human hands and a scene where Sting dies from tantric sex with a mule.” I mean, granted, the fact that Sting has tantric sex with a mule but doesn’t die is kind of a spoiler, but still …
BUCHAREST (Reuters) – A elderly Romanian man mistook his penis for a chicken’s neck, cut it off and his dog rushed up and ate it, the state Rompres news agency said Monday.
Monday, October 4, 2004 9:42 pm
I don’t know what’s been up with Blogger all day, but I’ve seen notices about problems with it everywhere, it seems. I started trying to log in a little after 9 this evening and only just now got through.
I thought this was the kind of thing that being acquired by Google was going to give them the capital to fix. I’m just sayin’.
Sunday, October 3, 2004 9:16 pm
The Tigers played games Saturday and today — the former a regularly scheduled game, the latter a makeup of last Saturday’s rainout. They lost both, but there was some good news.
We had to wait for it, though. The team lost 3-0 Saturday to a team no more talented than they. It just seemed as if everything the team had learned about going to the ball, about dribbling and passing, had just melted out of their heads. (Having practice on Friday rained out certainly didn’t help.) V., who was not at her best physically, sat out two quarters; her one bright spot was an excellent shot on goal that was only barely blocked.
Today’s game was lost by a more lopsided score — I think they finished with 7 to the Tigers’ 2. There was one player on the other team who I wouldn’t believe was 6 for all the money in the world — too tall, too fast, too good. We played a 2-and-2 formation instead of the normal three-up, one-back, to try to make our defense a bit stronger, but it did absolutely no good: The ringer, for that’s how I came to think of her, scored three goals in the first quarter and another one before halftime (teammates added either one or two more; I’m not sure which). But V.’s teammate E. got the Tigers on the boards just before the half.
And after halftime, the Tigers’ play improved pretty dramatically. E., playing forward, suddenly remembered to go after the ball. O., playing back, launched some dramatic kicks back toward the other team’s end of the field, something it seemed never to have occurred to the Tigers to do before. It remained a much closer, more fiercely contested game until the end, although the Tigers got only one more goal, also by E. (V. got off another excellent, but barely blocked, shot.)
V. was in goal for the 3rd quarter. She gave up one goal on a play on which she got so little help from her teammates that the other parents were yelling at their kids about it. The other goal she yielded on, quite simply, an excellent shot, in traffic, that caught her going the other way. She didn’t seem fazed by either one.
With the ringer in goal for the 4th quarter, the Tigers got off more shots but didn’t score. But they controlled the ball much better and seemed to have their heads more in the game.
It’s the season’s midpoint, and there are no games next weekend.
I had one of the more vivid dreams last night that I have had in a while.
The scene: the stage of some generic auditorium, somewhere. I and about 50 other rock stars — generic dream rock stars, not people from real life — had been gathered to record a cover of “Hotel California.” For charity. (I think this might have been the point in the narrative where Ann interrupted to say, “You said ‘dream,’ not, ‘psychotic episode.'”) For whatever reason, I’m to take the first verse solo.
So the music starts, and it’s not “Hotel California” at all. It’s Sammy Davis Jr.’s “The Candy Man.” No one else on stage responds in any way. So I step up to the mike and start to sing, but in my dream, as in real life, I only remember the first line: “Who can make the sun shine … ?” Also, my voice (none too great to begin with) sounds horrible, like I’ve been sick for a week with a hacking cough or something.
All I remember after that is walking out of the generic auditorium and getting into my generic car like nothing untoward had happened.
Friday, October 1, 2004 6:03 am
My church, First Presbyterian in Greensboro, is having its semiannual First Kids Konsignment Sale today and Saturday. Proceeds benefit the church’s weekday preschool program and First School, the church’s 4-star daycare. So if you’re in the market for infant, toddler and preschooler clothes or such baby equipment as strollers or Diaper Genies, 617 N. Elm is where you want to be.
I drove past this morning on my way to work and was struck by a thought: When you’re a young adult without kids, you line up to get concert tickets before the doors open. When you’re an adult with kids, you line up at the consignment sales before the doors open.
What Braves fans talk about when they talk about the Braves
Co-worker 1: What are we gonna do about Raffy?
Co-worker 2: I don’t know.
CW2: That’s a good idea.
CW1: Let’s go work on that, then.