January 01, 2006

2005 Year in Review - The look backening

Here it is 2006 and since I haven't been here most of 2005 I need to conduct a little review of everything that has gone on in the last 365 days. So much stuff to talk about, so little motivation.

More to follow.

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May 16, 2005

Words that seem odd to me, Part I

Argosy

I was looking in the phone book for a limousine company and saw a firm called "Argosy Limousine". Now my only real exposure to the word argosy was from Argosy Magazine which I had always considered a "men's magazine". So I assumed that argosy had some type of "adult" meaning. After seeing this Argosy Limousine in the phone book, I realized that I didn't actually know what the word meant. So I looked it up on Dictionary.com. I was vaugely disappointed:

1. Nautical.
1. A large merchant ship.
2. A fleet of ships.
2. A rich source or supply: an argosy of adventure lore.

That's not really dirty at all.

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May 02, 2005

Yankee Humor

I wish, wish, wish that I had taken a screencap of this. I was wasting time on the web (big surprise) and was looking at either cnnsi.com or espn.com. Some headline writer at one of these places must have not been paying attention because this is what I saw:

Yankees insert Wang into rotation.

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May 01, 2005

May Day

How many other blog and journal entries are title "May Day" today? Don't know, but I couldn't think of anything original.

So here I am trying to pick this blog up again. If this effort is anything like the last few, you should see a number of entries in the next week or so, then nothing until I get motivated once *again*. Not sure why sitting down and writing entries is so difficult. Perhaps it is the three kids in the house.

Speaking of the house, we are about to have some major work done on our house. I may have mentioned before that my mother is coming to live with us. After my father died, the house she was living in was just too big. Actually, *before* my father died the house was too big for them. It was the house we moved into in 1975. So they had a four bedroom house for the two of them. And now it's just her so it's time for her to get out.

Our current house is a split level so we got the wacky idea to go up one more level. So we're building a good size apartment one half flight up. And since that split is right against Annabel's room, we are adding a little loft to give her a little more space. We are also building a small office for me off the master bedroom. That way I can get out of the converted dining room. the dining room with no doors. The dining room that the kids like to run through. When I'm on the phone.

So the construction starts in the next couple of days. And in this case, "construction" starts with distruction. They have to take the current roof and rafters off before they can start to build. So that should be interesting. We've had to empty out Annie's room completely. We've moved her bed into Jake's room because that's the biggest room. And he certainly is handling the inconvenence better than I think Bobby would. The whole thing is supposed to take 12 to 15 weeks. I'm sure that those of you who have dealt with contractors before are laughing at that right now.

Claudine took some "before" pictures. Yet I am too lazy to get her camera to post them right now. If you come back tomorrow, you get to see the "before" pictures. I'll be posting pictures all the way though this ordeal for your amusement. And that way you can play right along at home with our remodeling project.

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April 05, 2005

Contributing to the End of Civilization

Can someone explain this to me? Has this country gone insane? This is the kind of mamby-pamby bullshit that... that.... I'm so upset, I can't think of a good ending for this sentence. But it's bad.

I am not a big believer in coddling. Cuddling? That's different. I'm at least as good a cuddler as Ned Flanders ("He looks like a cuddler, that Ned"). But coddling? No way. Just ask my kids. Seriously, it doesn't help. I just weakens people. And I would think that the teachers of today would be interested in..., oh I don't know, strengthening their students, rather than weakening them?

Let's look at some snippets from this story:

Parents objected. Red writing, they said, was "stressful." The principal said teachers were just giving constructive advice and the color of ink used to convey that message should not matter. But some parents could not let it go.

"Some parents could not let it go." Arrgh. Are you kidding me? These stupid parents aren't doing their kids any favors here. Can you imagine what goes on in the mind of a parent that would go to their kid's school and complain about the color of the ink that was used to correct their kid's work? I'm sure at least one of them had to stop at a traffic light on the way to the school. Hope seeing the red light at the top wasn't too stressful for them.

"You could hold up a paper that says 'Great work!' and it won't even matter if it's written in red," said Joseph Foriska, principal of Thaddeus Stevens Elementary in Pittsburgh.
He has instructed his teachers to grade with colors featuring more "pleasant-feeling tones" so that their instructional messages do not come across as derogatory or demeaning.
"The color is everything," said Foriska, an educator for 31 years.

No, the color is not everything. You sir, are just an idiot. This guy is a teacher, excuse me, an educator in an elementary school. Grades K through 6 I would assume. So kids are coming into his school with presumably no preconceived notions about the so-called evils of red markings on their school papers. Yet he is saying that if the words "Great Work" are written on a child's paper in red ink and not a color that features more "pleasant-feeling tones", then those words would "come across as derogatory or demeaning." Yeah, like if you had a class of incredibly intelligent students enter your school in kindergarten and through all their years of study all you had to do was write "A+" and "100%" and "Great Work" in red ink on their papers, would that be demeaning to them?

At Public School 188 in Manhattan, 25-year-old teacher Justin Kazmark grades with purple, which has emerged as a new color of choice for many educators, pen manufacturers confirm.
"My generation was brought up on right or wrong with no in between, and red was always in your face," Kazmark said. "It's abrasive to me. Purple is just a little bit more gentle. Part of my job is to be attuned to what kids respond to, and red is not one of those colors."

Boo to you previous generation, with your "rights" and your "wrongs". Let's have a world of "in between". A purple world of "in between".

Except, presumably, you'd like to teach your students to do things "right". How about making it part of your job, Justin, to have your students respond to *you* and not make this about the color of your pen? The point is to get the student to learn, not to feel better about not learing, or almost learning.

The disillusionment with red is part of broader shift in grading, said Vanessa Powell, a fifth-grade teacher at Snowshoe Elementary School in Wasilla, Alaska.
"It's taken a turn from 'Here's what you need to improve on' to 'Here's what you've done right,"' Powell said. "It's not that we're not pointing out mistakes, it's just that the method in which it's delivered is more positive."

Not to get all Ayn Rand/Incredibles here, but this seems like a bad approach. If you turn Powell's sentence around, it seems like she's being more positive about mistakes. But, um, making mistakes is a negative. Isn't it? Can you be positive and use red ink about what was done right and still be negative and use red ink when you point out mistakes? I would think that the last thing you want to do when pointing up mistakes to impressionable grade schoolers is to do it in and upbeat and positive way. Especially if it is the same positive and upbeat way that you're pointing out what they've done right.

That is a sound approach, said Leatrice Eiseman, a color specialist with a background in psychology who has written several books on the ties between colors and communication.
"The human eye is notoriously fickle and is always searching for something new to look at it," she said. "If you use a color that has long been used in a traditional way, you can lose people's attention, especially if they have a history of a lot of red marks on their papers."
Purple may be rising in popularity, Eiseman said, because teachers know it is a mix of blue and red. As she put it: "You still have that element of the danger aspect -- the red -- but it's kind of subtle, subliminal. It's in the color, rather than being in your face

God help me, they've brought in a color specialist. I think the fact that a job like this exists at all is part of the problem. Hey lady, guess why red is traditionally used for grading papers? Because red is a color that is easy to see. No more, no less. Not because it has an element of danger! Jeez, you have got to be kidding me. Some of my best papers from high school had a big red "A" on them. At no time in handling that paper did I feel that I was in danger. Oooooh, danger! And purple has "subtle" danger. Not truly dangerous like that in-your-face red, but more subliminal. Subliminal danger. So that the kids in school are all uncomfortable and feel like in the back of their minds they've made mistakes, but they just don't know why. Cause it's subliminal. No mixed message there, no sir.

To sum up: Some people are idiots. And those idiots are helping churn out a new and larger generation of idiots.

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April 04, 2005

My Baseball Hell

Ah, the New York Mets. Today was the Met's opening day game. I was listening to the game while I was driving around doing errands yesterday. Everything seemed to be going well. All the new guys that the Mets added in the off season were doing great (including a pretty good performance by Pedro). All their young talent was doing great. It seemed like the season was getting off to a great start. Until the ninth inning. I went into Target just as the Mets' half of the eigth inning was over. The Mets' were leading 6-4 with Looper coming into pitch. I buy my crap, race back to the car to find out the game was over, Reds win 7-6. Ack.

This is the thing that is going to get Pedro Martinez pissed by July. Even though he wasn't in a position to win this game, I can see many blown win opportunities start to really piss Pedro off. If the Mets' bullpen can't keep a lead, look for Pedro to get crazy.

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April 02, 2005

The View Over the Fence

We have had a ton of rain of the last 24 hours. I would like to show you why I am so happy that we had our backyard professionally levelled and why we had two drains installed.

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Above is a view of our neighbor's backyard from our deck. In the foreground is the top of the fence, then their pool, then their... lake. To the right you can see a little grass at the bottom of their deck. After that, it's all water.


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Turning 180 degrees is the view of our backyard. Look at all that grass. That's not to say that our backyard is bone dry, but at least we can see our backyard.

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April 01, 2005

April 1st

Can you believe it's April already?

I played golf for the first time this year. And I was horrible. Just horrible. But it was nice to get back out there. Shooting a bad score didn't bother me as much as it usually does. I think that's just because I didn't have any great expectations for the first time out.

I was lucky to catch a break in the horrible, rainy weather that has drenched the Northeast. It stopped raining early enough in the week that the course had dried out somewhat. There was about a six or seven hour period on Friday that was sunny and 60 degrees. Then four hours after I played, the temperature dropped and the rains started again. We're forecast to have two days of heavy rain with the possiblity of four inches total. Which is fine because I have to travel next week and can't play golf this coming Friday.

Hey, the Pope is on his way out. Unless this is an elaborate April Fool's joke on the part of the Vatican. I can see what this is a big deal for the Catholic Church, but I don't understand why everyone is praying for him. I mean, if everything that the Pope says is true, then the John Paul II is going on to a much, much better place. I would think that Catholics would be really happy for the Pope. If anyone is going to heaven based on the teachings of the Catholic Church, it would be the Pope. Although I'm sure there are many people who argue that the Pope is the least deserving person to get to heaven.

I'm also kinda curious why Congress isn't passing some type of overreaching law to have a feeding tube inserted into the Pope.

I remember when John Paul II (and JP the first) were elected. I was 15 at the time. Not being a particularly relgious person ( ok, not religous at all) and not coming from a particularly relgious family, this was my first real exposure to all things Popey. I was fascinated by the whole Pope election process when John Paul was choosen. Then just a month later, I got to watch it all over again to choose John Paul II. I still think there was something fishy about that whole thing John Paul I thing.

The thing that I thought was cool (besides the whole black smoke/white smoke thing) was that all the Cardinals get locked up in a building until they can agree on the next Pope. Although it seems that John Paul II changed some of the rules recently so that it is easier and more comfortable for those crazy Cardinals.

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March 01, 2005

Why New Jersey Is Different - Part 1

There are two things that are odd about New Jersey. "Only two?", I hear you ask. Well, only two that I'm going to bring up now.

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Good Riddance, February

Sigh. God, February sucked.

The last your heard from me was whether I was going to shovel snow after having a vasectomy. What you might have heard right after that was the loud crack of my back and following closely, a shrill scream. Because, you see, I am an idiot. Claudine was on call that weekend and needed to be in the hospital because some woman (I *think* it was a woman) was going to have a baby. Ok, it probably *was* a woman. Claudine was being proactive and using the snow blower because she wanted to spare me the task of clearing the driveway after having my little procedure. In *my* stupid helpful way, I grabbed a shovel to help her. I started clearing the sections that you couldn't reach with a snow blower.

Have you ever heard the sage advice, "Lift with your knees, not with your back?" Yeah, me too. There is a lesser known codicil to that advice that says should say, "Except after a vasectomy, when you shouldn't lift at all. Because you won't want to bend your knees - it'll hurt your balls if you bend your knees. So just don't do anything involving snow, shovels or lifting." It's a pretty long codicil. But it's still valid. Very valid.

And so I was laid out by sore testicles and an incredibly sore back that made me tilt forward and to the left. And my back stayed sore for about three weeks. As my back was starting to feel better in mid-February, I was cleared by my doctor to try out my snipped bits. And so Claudine and I did with great rejoicing. About four days after the great rejoicing, I started to get a dull ache in my left testicle. It got more painful each day. And then the swelling started. Oh, how the swelling started. Once again, I was tilting to the left but not because of my back.

Just because you have a vasectomy doesn't mean the body doesn't produce sperm - just just stops the sperm from leaving the body. But they have to go *somewhere*. The theory behind this is that once the little sperm tubes are cut, your body will reabsorb the little swimming carriers of DNA. But not every part of the body is always that happy with this new responsibility. Sometimes that part of the body goes on strike. That part of the body just sits around getting fat and causing pain. Much like a striking Teamster. So I had to lay off the "great rejoicing" for another two weeks.

And I had lay off everything else too. Like working out, running, any type of exercise at all. The only thing I didn't lay off of was feeling sorry for myself and eating whatever food got near my mouth.

Stupid February.

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January 22, 2005

Weather

Well, lets see. I have an aching groin. All three kids are just recovering from being really sick. Claudine is on call at the hospital all weekend. So what else could happen? Let's try a winter storm that's supposed to drop between 8 and 15 inches of snow on the area. I'm not supposed to do anything strenuous. So now I have to decide whether hauling a snowblower up and down the driveway counts as strenuous.

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January 21, 2005

Snip

I am less of a man today than I was yesterday. I have been "snipped". A few hours ago, I experienced.... the vasectomy. I am no longer able to have children. Well, that's not exactly true - even though the sperm conduits have been severed, I still have some swimmers swimming around inside me.

The doctor who performed the operation is a friend of ours. His wife and Claudine were residents together. They are very close friends and have, oddly enough, delivered each other's children. Now, I can't mirror that situation and recipricate by giving this guy a vasectomy, but I have fixed his computers before so there ya go. However fixing his computers did not involve him dropping his pants and climbing bareassed into some stirrups - so he still has me at kind of a disadvantage.

Once I was in the freezing cold metal stirrups (see, it's not just women who get to complain about that sort of thing), it was very odd to just lie there (lay?) and have my genitals cut into while discussing the real estate market. The doctor and his wife (another doctor) are looking to buy a house in the nearby area and we talked about some of the homes they've looked at. While he was shoving needles into my scrotum. Actually it was nice to have something to talk about with someone I knew rather than having my .....

Hold on. I have to apply an ice pack.

.....Ok... brrrrr, I'm back.

Anyway, I was nice to have a friend to talk to while I was undergoing the procedure. The process never really hurt, but it was uncomfortable once or twice. Mainly the tugging. I would elaborate on the tugging, but the less said about the tugging, the better. But before I left, I did get to see the two little sections of my "tubes" that got cut out.

So now I am recovering. Which includes 10 minutes of ice pack every hour today. Applied directly to the scrotum. Fun. I'm supposed to stay off my feet for the next couple of days or so. And since Claudine is on call this weekend, it means the kids have to start putting themselves to bed. And getting their own meals. And MY meals, come to think of it. Is it so wrong to have a 9 year old operating the stove without parental supervision?

I'm not supposed to do any strenuous activity for a week or so. So I can't work out or run. And I'm not supposed to (ahem) ejaculate for about 10 days. So just what the hell am I going to do then? Sit around, watch DVD's, eat a lot, play computer games, surf the web?

Um, ok. If it's doctor's orders, I guess I can do that.

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January 18, 2005

Non-Productivity, Take II

Well, the Martin Luther King, Jr. Day thing worked itself out until next year - Jake is back to school today. But Annabel is home again today. Her fever broke sometime last night and hasn't come back yet. Which is good. But she still didn't sleep well and is kind tired and cranky still. Which is bad.

For me, Christmas shopping always involves picking up one or two little gifts for myself. Stuff I wouldn't buy ordinarily except that I am already buying something for someone else and my wallet is already open. One of those things this year was a DVD of Max Fleischer Superman cartoons. Besides being a Superman fan, I love the old animation of these cartoons. Although since these were made in the 1940s, there are some content in here that would be considered racist today. Much like those Looney Tunes featuring Daffy Duck fighting Hitler. In fact, one of the episodes on this DVD is called The Japoteurs. Ha ha.... See the phrase "Japanese Sabateurs" couldn't possibly convey the outrage in this cartoon - they have to hit you over the head with "Japoteurs". Subtle? Hmmm, no.

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The Voice over on this shot calls him "the amazing stranger from another planet".


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Look at how intricate the background of this shot is. It's not *just* Lois, but a really dark and ominous scene.


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Some run-of-the-mill 1940's racism. Note Coke-Bottle glasses and the really bad teeth. But aside from that, it's a really cool shot. I like the angle from behind and beneath the angry General.

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More happy stereotyping. Gigantic bad teeth in this one. But don't worry, Superman will make short work of this evil caricature.

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January 17, 2005

Not a Productive Day

Although there are a great many things positive about working from home, one of the big negatives is that when schools have holidays or kids get sick, then *you* are the one to be home with them. Because, see, you're already home.

Today is Martin Luther King, Jr Day. As such, Jake's school is closed. So Jake is home with me today. Jake is pretty self sufficient - he can usually entertain himself pretty well during the day. He usually gets bored at near the end of these type of holidays. Which is fine because it actually makes him long to go back to school the next day. And when I say "these types of holidays", I mean the type of holiday where governments and schools take the day off, but no one else really does.

All this would be fine except for the fact that Annabel is home sick today also. Annie has been kinda sick on and off starting on Friday. Vomiting has been kept to a minimum. Basically just twice. Both while she was sleeping. How do you throw up and keep sleeping? She wakes up about an hour later crying about how something is on her pillow. And of course, everything is on her pillow. And blankets. And sheets. And wall even. Once on Friday night and once on Saturday night. Strip off the sodden jammies. Wipe down the kid. Stick her in a quiet, dark place while we turn on all the lights and make her bed hospitable again.

Vomiting seems to have abated Sunday (except an isolated incident which I'd rather not talk about). Oh alright, I'll talk about it. It is deeply embarassing and disgusting. Since Sunday morning, Annie has these big burps which aren't always burps but sometimes a little food comes up to visit the teeth and possibly escape the mouth altogether. She just lets us know when this happens and wipe it up quickly and that's that. Well, Sunday afternoon, Annie is in the basement watching TV with Jake. Annie is eating some tortilla chips with nacho cheese. Just the thing for a 2 1/2 years old with a delicate stomach, yes? Jake brings Annie upstairs because Annie is complaining that there is some cheese on her hand and she wants someone to wash her hands. I am parked on the couch watching the Colts/Patriot game. I look at her hands and there is only a little bit of cheese on one of her hands. Being the lazy parent that I am, I quickly scan the room for something to wipe her hands with. Seeing nothing, I look at the two tiny specks of perfectly normal looking nacho cheese on her hand and quickly make up my mind. I just lick those two little spots of cheese off her hand - nothing I hadn't done before with these kids. Annabel just looks at me for a minute. Looks at me as if I were insane. And says:

Annabel: "I frew up"

Alan:".....wha? Oh, you feel like you are going to throw up?"

Annabel: "No. (raising her freshly licked hand) I frew up!"


Ack.

Thwwwppst.

Bleckckckk.

Acccckkskcksc.

Much spitting did commence. But basically all I could do was laugh. It was just so disgusting and stupid on my part. I can understand if you don't want to come and read this blog anymore.


Anyway. Last night Annabel got a pretty high fever in the night and didn't sleep much at all. And, of course, neither did we. She was in no condition to go to school today so home she stayed. So I'm trying to get some work done in between giving medicine, getting blankies, and changing The Amanda Show DVDs.

Hopefully things Annie's condition will improve tomorrow. I know Jake's Martin Luther King, Jr Day situation will improve by tomorrow.

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January 04, 2005

New Year's Wrap-Up

So 2004 is now gone. Bye-bye 2004.

We had an incredibly calm, relaxing New Year's Eve/Day. A calm New Year's Eve is a good alternative every once in a while. We packed up the kids and a bunch of food and headed for Claudine's brother's house for the evening. Bill and Pam have two girls of their own. So 9 of us closed the doors and settled in with lots of food and alcohol. And let me tell you those two little girls can really put away the alcohol. They put my kid's drinking habits to shame.

Ok, maybe I'm kidding. A little. But we all ate a lot of really bad-for-you, yummy food. I was basically a slug, laying on the couch, only raising my hulking carcass occasionally to grab more brisket and make another Scotch and Coke. Since we were sleeping over I drank as much as I wanted until I was so wasted that I could barely stand up.

Ok, maybe I'm kidding. A little. The next day, many more family members came over to Bill and Pam's house to join us in our grazing. Much more food and alcohol was brought. And consumed. Most of it by me. Or so it felt. Football was watched. Kids were well-behaved. Much merriment was had by all. You can't start a year much better than that.

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December 30, 2004

Christmas CD

This is the label that I put on my annual Xmas CD.

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Don't know if you can make out all the pictures. To see the originals, go to the Scared of Santa photo gallery.

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Mid-Life Crisis

Part 1 in a series designed to catch up from the last time I updated the old journal.

I turned 40 in July of 2003. Blah blah blah. 40: the magic number that everyone gets so concerned about. People on the downside of 40 see it coming at them faster and faster, while people on the other side see it receding too quickly into the distance.

I never really cared that much about it. I didn't care much about 30 and 10 years later (imagine that) I didn't care much when I turned 40. But one of the things about turning 40 is that you are generally in a much better place financially than you were when you were 30 or younger. And you are (generally speaking again) still young enough to enjoy that finacial status a little more recklessly than you are when retirement approaches and the various threats of nursing homes, eating dog food and pauper's graves loom.

There are stereotypical ways for a man to act out a mid-life crisis. These ways include: leaving your wife for a young, blond, airhead, buying a really expensive sports car (a red one, no doubt), chucking the whole urban/suburban grind and running off to some tropical locale to run a fishing boat or paint sunsets.

But I didn't really want to do any of those things. I was (and am) pretty damn happy with a hot, intelligent, brunette. I like my big, black truck. And I don't like to fish. So what's a guy to do?

I bought a really nice guitar.

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Yep, a black Gibson Les Paul Standard. Now I don't really play the guitar (although I've gotten much better since buying it). I can noodle around on the guitar a little bit, but why should a little thing like not really being able to play stop me from buying a really expensive guitar? Answer: It shouldn't.

I've always wanted a Les Paul. I know there are those of you out there who swear allegience to the Fender brand (Dave). But I had the Les Paul imprinted on my DNA at an early age. The first electric guitar I ever held - at the age of 14 or 15 - was a Ultravox(?) copy of a Les Paul. It was black. Around the same time, the popular band in my junior high was KISS. Ace Frehley played a Les Paul. A smoking one at that. (Note: I'm not using any cool, hip lingo here. He actually had a Les Paul that had a fake pickup on the front. Every night, during one of his extended solos, he would trigger a smoke bomb in the fake pickup and smoke would pour out of the guitar.) The real defining factor was that my first true love had a major crush on Peter Frampton. Who. Played. A. Black. Les. Paul. Sensing a pattern here? Apparently, if the girl you were crazy about was crazy about a guy who plays a certain type of guitar, that kinda thing sticks with you subconsciously through the years.

It's been a little less than year since I've gotten the guitar. And I'm happy to say that I've been getting better all the time. Not great. Just.... better.

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December 18, 2004

I Got Nuthin'

Ok, I've got nothing interesting to say today. Today was a simple, stay-at-home, do nothing kind of day. This weekend is a call weekend. And do nothing kinds of days are usually what happens on call weekends.

For those of you who haven't remembered all the lingo from a year and a half ago, a call weekend is when Claudine is on call for her practice. So if a baby decides that it wants to come out of its mommy during this weekend, Claudine goes to the hosptial and gets that baby out. Of course, call weekend also means she has to respond to all sorts of OB/GYN calls. Theoretically, a patient shouldn't be calling the doctor off hours unless it is AN EMERGENCY. But theory goes right out the window most times. Claudine has been called at all hours of the night with all sorts of assorted "emergencies". She's too nice as far as I can tell. If a woman made my beeper go off in the middle of the night to ask questions about her constipation, I would simply hang up.

But call weekend means that Claudine can't stray too far from the hospital. And if we go anywhere as a family, it means we need to take two cars.

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