St. Patrick's Day means one thing for me. No, not corned beef, cabbage and potatoes, though they certainly are part of it. It's the annual screening of the John Ford classic The Quiet Man. Ford's little Irish film was a departure from the westerns that he was known for, a certainly a gamble. Most studios passed on it, and it took John Wayne ( Read more... )

Today was a good exercise day, and by good I mean that I actually wend down the the gym and lifted weights and tried to up the weight in a few areas without hurting myself. So far so good. I can feel certain muscle groups starting to tighten up, and while it might be a few more weeks before the flab starts officially going the way of the dodo, I ( Read more... )