an interesting weekend.
I gave myself alcohol poisoning on Friday. Shameful. Fortunately only a few embarrassing things happened in front of a limited audience. My ability to chug whiskey from a nalgene is an impressive trick but it's one you should only do about once every 3 years, and never after the age of 24.
I told off the kid who has been tagging under the Madison street bridge. It's not that I mind graffiti art, I just hate bad graffiti art. His stuff is shit, I told him so and kept walking. I figure that will be more discouraging than ranting at him about the public domain and civic duty, blah, blah, blah. Besides, I don't pay taxes here so I really couldn't complain on those grounds.
The Saints won. They shouldn't have. The Colts had a nearly flawless offensive plan, short mid-field passes and dives up the middle, with Manning calling audibles from the line nearly every play, it was a prefect strategy. If only their guys could keep their feet when they ran. In complete contrast the Saints played with complete bravado; wiled trick plays, long passes, they even tried to do an off-tackle dive with only one lead blocked (a play usually reserved to pee-wee football). That onside kick at the beginning of the second half followed by the scuffle was the perfect example of how they won the game. So good for the Saints, after three decades of shit football and one hurricane, they've finally got a Superbowl. My New Orleans friend Biff is celebrating in proper fashion.
Tom Waits is the man
"Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint. "
I told off the kid who has been tagging under the Madison street bridge. It's not that I mind graffiti art, I just hate bad graffiti art. His stuff is shit, I told him so and kept walking. I figure that will be more discouraging than ranting at him about the public domain and civic duty, blah, blah, blah. Besides, I don't pay taxes here so I really couldn't complain on those grounds.
The Saints won. They shouldn't have. The Colts had a nearly flawless offensive plan, short mid-field passes and dives up the middle, with Manning calling audibles from the line nearly every play, it was a prefect strategy. If only their guys could keep their feet when they ran. In complete contrast the Saints played with complete bravado; wiled trick plays, long passes, they even tried to do an off-tackle dive with only one lead blocked (a play usually reserved to pee-wee football). That onside kick at the beginning of the second half followed by the scuffle was the perfect example of how they won the game. So good for the Saints, after three decades of shit football and one hurricane, they've finally got a Superbowl. My New Orleans friend Biff is celebrating in proper fashion.
Tom Waits is the man
Click to view"Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint. "