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Blur
J:
Before I start I
should point you to last week's news, which I
forgot to upload last week after Gina had added to it. There. Now back
to our regularly scheduled (and regularly late) news. Also since I'm so
late you'll have to wait a day or two for our updated Heap on the
sidebar.
This week is a bit blurry— in part because I just got back from a bike
ride to Franklin's brew pub.
Several friends and relatives left our 'hood for various parts of the
world on Wednesday. Gina took a road trip with Jake, Chris, Kristin
Matherly, and Kory,
to attend GenCon in Indianapolis.
My brother Eric and his son Sean went back to their home in Japan.
Brother Frank has once more gone to Iraq.
Bleh. This war is really depressing. For lots of people I'm sure it's
just a minor annoyance, perhaps for some people it's a rush, but for
some of us who opposed this war at the start--and some of us with
friends and family over there right now--it's a huge, dark, open chasm.
My brother Frank is wonderful, and I love him dearly. He chose his job
and he is very good at it, and I wished him well when I hugged him
goodbye. Now he's at the chasm's edge again. Bleh.
I used to climb cliffs and ride motorcycles a lot. Hell, I even smoked
cigarettes. I chose to do those activities and I understood the risks;
life is like that, you choose your potions. The Iraq war is different
potion: Concocted by a very small group of hack chefs out of the
leftovers from an oily family feud gone awry, and force-fed to
millions. Now they've spilled it all over the place and we're depending
on nice people like my brother to clean it up.
But enough of that rant (and
metaphor mixing). Lots of other neat stuff happened this week, too, but
it's all a blur. Maybe I'll remember more later. Here's to Frank.
Oh yes! On Tuesday Gina and I celebrated the 8th anniversary of our
wedding. We visited a Thai restarant that we'd never eaten at before,
called Benjarong. Gina was pretty, I was scruffy, and we had a lovely
night together.
I'm finding a few mushrooms in my spare time, but there seem to be less
out there than I'm expecting. We are going through a heatwave, but it's
a huuumid heatwave with scattered thunderstorms, so I would expect more
giant puffballs, campestris, oysters, and the like. I guess they all
are hiding well.
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THE HEAP
where we wade the web
watch
the dots
tolkien's
mythopoeia
forest fungi
- new zealand
stephen
lynch
angela
morley career bio
nein
lives
sunk
cost
holdem
odds calculator
psychos
in love
alaska,
gop welfare state
limbaugh
runs away...
fantasy name
generator
of
storms and style
the naming
newsletter
house plans
abiogenesis
intelligent design?
intelligent
design!
we love
scott mcclellan
savior
cat
backstroke
of the west
scrotal
safety
running
life
arresting
images
catsup
crapper
no
more
electric bills
the
mowash murder...
hiroshima
photo gallery
astronomers
to president
panhandler
sign maker
npr
on runny babbit
cartoon books
gallery
shoot
to kill revisited
tom cruise is nuts
alton
brown rants & raves
mommyrex
weighs in
dr.
krugman weighs in
paul
harvey triumphs...
trouble
... land of the free
the adventures of art
lad
hilberry's
helicopter
this
week in god
new diet
trick:... memory
logan
killing free wifi
climate
controversy...
spreadshirt
designer
map of
soft drink names
couple
cleared of sex...
ain't
no use in goin' home
o'brien
trophy awarded...
the
story of god
hacking
elevators 101
an insect's
view
time
heals everything...
top
10 poker movies
bush
thinks id is a theory
monsanto
patenting a pig
water
ice in mars crater
nonstick
pans & pfoa
tea
party's over
quick
boys movers bleh
casey vs
the tornado
apple
to add trusted...
in
the name of god
the
human magnets 1895
dr.
sanden's electric belt
exit mundi
high-speed
video clips
10th
planet discovered
modern living
/ neurotica
housebubble
in
the news: tna online
spinney's
prayer test
palin's
travels
virgin
sues for "virgin"
one bush flash
mob pics
batten down
the hatches
quotes
on truths & beliefs
echinacea
doesn't work
suicide
theory... in doubt
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