sometimes when I freestyle I lose confidence
1. Was a weekend of ups and downs-- the ups were mostly food-related, as we hit the Midwest Grill (a Brazilian steakhouse) in Inman Sq Friday night, and then our old favorite Chef Chang's in Brookline on Saturday night. Downs included spending upwards of eight hours trying unsuccessfully to install XP on Sarah's laptop over Vista, effectively rendering the computer momentarily inert. I also spent some time repairing a broken revolving plastic shelf in our kitchen; time will tell how it holds up under the weight of cans and jars.
2. Got in two solid Hangman's Alphabet practices; these days we just run through the album in order, picking out trouble spots and smoothing them over. We're also starting to book a week's tour in August; tentative itinerary is up our alphaspace. They were our first practices in two weeks, as the rest of our lives kept getting in the way.
3. Job plugs along. Apparently I and some other newish hires will be having breakfast with our CEO this week, one Jonathan Bush. I wish there was more development-specific training and less general company training, and the last week has had a few late nights and some weekend work, but I'm determined to make this job work out, or at least give it a longer gestation period. I am meeting with some old coworkers today for lunch; apparently my former company is closing its doors as of April 30.
4. Been reading James Morrow's new book "The Philosopher's Apprentice". I've been reading it slowly, 10 or so pages at a time, just taking moments to pore over Morrow's wonderfully fluid language and inventive plot devices. After having waited six-plus years for his last book, a relatively accessible work of historical fiction called "The Last Witchfinder," it's great to have another book just two years later, and one that recalls the blend of metaphysics and theology that marks some of his best work from the '90s. The plot is thorny, to say the least -- I honestly don't know how to sum it up coherently, except to say that currently the main character is being harangued by his thirty-year-old aborted son, created ("ontogenerated", in his words) by pro-life zealots who cloned an adult from the pilfered cells of the fetus's termination. The book's not perfect, as Morrow still has a tendency to overdo his religious nuts, but it's definitely my favorite book so far this year.
5. Otherwise, not too much going on. Flying to central PA later this month to see my family; hopefully US Airways doesn't have to start cancelling its flights en masse as did American. Back on a good schedule at the gym; I actually went four times last week, a first for me (and a regular routine for Sarah.) My friend Jason Fagone's daughter Mia Abigail was born this weekend; I got a picture text, and it's amazing how much she looks like him. The All-For-Nots continues with new content each week, and I've been periodically writing blogs for the characters. And baseball's in full swing, ehm, so to speak, and last night was the first time I watched a game this season, as the Sox took the weekend series from the Yankees in an 8-5 win at Fenway. (Honestly, can those teams play a game that lasts less than four hours? I mean really.)
2. Got in two solid Hangman's Alphabet practices; these days we just run through the album in order, picking out trouble spots and smoothing them over. We're also starting to book a week's tour in August; tentative itinerary is up our alphaspace. They were our first practices in two weeks, as the rest of our lives kept getting in the way.
3. Job plugs along. Apparently I and some other newish hires will be having breakfast with our CEO this week, one Jonathan Bush. I wish there was more development-specific training and less general company training, and the last week has had a few late nights and some weekend work, but I'm determined to make this job work out, or at least give it a longer gestation period. I am meeting with some old coworkers today for lunch; apparently my former company is closing its doors as of April 30.
4. Been reading James Morrow's new book "The Philosopher's Apprentice". I've been reading it slowly, 10 or so pages at a time, just taking moments to pore over Morrow's wonderfully fluid language and inventive plot devices. After having waited six-plus years for his last book, a relatively accessible work of historical fiction called "The Last Witchfinder," it's great to have another book just two years later, and one that recalls the blend of metaphysics and theology that marks some of his best work from the '90s. The plot is thorny, to say the least -- I honestly don't know how to sum it up coherently, except to say that currently the main character is being harangued by his thirty-year-old aborted son, created ("ontogenerated", in his words) by pro-life zealots who cloned an adult from the pilfered cells of the fetus's termination. The book's not perfect, as Morrow still has a tendency to overdo his religious nuts, but it's definitely my favorite book so far this year.
5. Otherwise, not too much going on. Flying to central PA later this month to see my family; hopefully US Airways doesn't have to start cancelling its flights en masse as did American. Back on a good schedule at the gym; I actually went four times last week, a first for me (and a regular routine for Sarah.) My friend Jason Fagone's daughter Mia Abigail was born this weekend; I got a picture text, and it's amazing how much she looks like him. The All-For-Nots continues with new content each week, and I've been periodically writing blogs for the characters. And baseball's in full swing, ehm, so to speak, and last night was the first time I watched a game this season, as the Sox took the weekend series from the Yankees in an 8-5 win at Fenway. (Honestly, can those teams play a game that lasts less than four hours? I mean really.)