Last Tuesday, I called Maggie in a frantic panic. The conversation went just about exactly like this:

Maggie: "Hello?"

MJD: "I have a life-or-death question. It's very important."

Maggie: "Um, okay."

MJD: "Do you like the Beastie Boys?"

Maggie: "Uh, yes. Yes I do."

MJD: "Good."

Maggie: "Is that all?"

MJD: "Yes, yes. that's all."

Maggie: " ( Read more... )

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Today's Jimmy Buffett Oracle is pretty straightforward:
64. I'll put on my Bob Marley tape and practice what I preach.
I happen to know exactly what that means.

This morning, I updated my Liturgy Practicum 1 journal for what I hope is the final time (*fingers crossed*). . . there's a space for a final essay, but it's not required, and I'd like more ( Read more... )

When I was a kid, probably 10 years old, I was listening to the song "Soul Man" by the Blues Brothers in the car, and probably singing off key and loud ( Read more... )

Over the weekend, I went to the ballet with Maggie. I don't really feel it necessary to try an explain again why I thought this was such a good idea: folks mostly aren't interested. But the ballet was about as confusing to me as I expected, though I had a good time doing that whole "grown up, dressed up date" sort of thing I enjoy doing.

( The first piece: Vivaldi )

I recently managed to re-locate the mixed Cake CD that sarahdipity418 sent me once. I've been looking for it for nearly a year, and, of course, it turned out to be right where I imagined it would be.

I have realized how much I missed Cake. Such good (and amusing) songs as "Short Skirt/Long Jacket", "Building a Religion" and "Italian Leather Sofa" are songs that ( Read more... )

So here I am, all alone on a major holiday people are supposed to spend with family. I was invited to Toledo to see my parents at my cousin's, but honestly, I can neither afford to buy gas to get there nor to do enough maintenance on my car to drive three hours there and back. "Besides," I reasoned with myself this morning, "people keep asking you ( Read more... )