1. Props to my friend Foust for sending the awesome Mojo Nixon song “Don Henley Must Die” (plug-in required).
2. The Charlottesville Ten Miler was awesome. In my 21st straight year running the race, my time of 1:18:25 was 10 seconds slower than last year, but I felt great and had a lot of fun seeing friends. Thanks as always to the Charlottesville Track Club, Ragged Mountain Running Shop, and the race organizers for a well-organized event.
3. Photo from last week. Coats. As found.
In the news:
Progress = Better.
Eagles = Coming.
Beavers = Cool.
Shooter = Done.
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There’s a hole in the window.
1. Sad to hear that the Daily Progress is losing its best reporter (and one of the few writers there who could consistently put together a smart, tight paragraph), Bob Gibson, to the Sorensen Institute for Political Leadership. The move means an awesome new job for Gibson, but leaves the those of us interested in state and local politics in the hands of DP reporters who wouldn’t know the story if it came up and bit ‘em on the ass. Sadly, it’s yet another reason not to read the Progress.
Best of luck, and thanks for all your good work over the years, Bob.
2. And while I’m on Bobs. Umm, different Bobs. Yeah, I won’t argue the fact that the man has gone off the deep end in the last few years. Still, I’d argue that no one has changed things as much as Bob Dylan. This came on my iPod tonight while I was driving home. An alt version - not sure where I found it - it’s got some different verses than the “Blood on the Tracks” version. It’s all good.
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
“Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
-Bob Dylan, “Shelter From the Storm”
3. Not Bob:
Cheer up, honey I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words…
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
-Wilco, “Radio Cure”
Effective immediately, I am changing the spelling of my dog’s name. I’m not sure of where I heard this, or even if it’s true, but I have come to believe that the spelling “Jessie” is the feminine version of the name, while “Jesse” is the masculine. To insure my dog’s positive male self-image, I am henceforth spelling his name without an “I”. I thought you would want to know.
Just an old picture. Oh, I miss my little buddy. Hard to believe it’s been three years.
1. It’s March 14. Happy Steak and Blowjob Day. (Credit: C-villain)
2. From The Houston Chronicle, via Boing Boing,
CNN said it shouldn’t have used a former U.S. attorney who quit his job after allegedly biting a stripper as an analyst about New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer’s prostitution scandal.
Well, yeah. Prolly not.
3. From blender.com, the ten worst sets of teeth in music. Be sure to check out the pic of Madonna looking like your mom.
4. One of my favorite pics. From the Albemarle County Fair, a couple of years ago.
1. The intarweb is a wonderful thing: In case your momma never taught you how to tie your shoes. Thanks, Ian!
2. I love the photo journal of sea_snake.
3. I ran 12 miles this evening. Running after work is not unlike hell. I’m just too worn out after work. But running 12 miles in the morning before work is not really a possibility either.
4. Hints.
