Monthly Archives: April 2005

And it snowed and it snowed and it snowed. For twenty-four unrelenting hours it snowed. Were it just a bit colder outside, there would be eight to ten inches of standing snow outside– but dreams of eight to ten inches … Continue reading →

Sitting, slumped in my chair, I can see the wet, heavy spring snow falling outside. Snow. At seventy degrees it was 2:00 and I walked to work in a t-shirt. At fifty degrees it was darkening and the four of … Continue reading →

I thought I’d post the music video for The Decemberists’ Sixteen Military Wives, which I found quite enjoyable. If you enjoy Wes Anderson, you’ll certainly enjoy this:

It’s snowing outside. Yeah, that’s right. After four days of playing Ultimate until 11:30 at night, today it decides to snow. Fortunately, none of its sticking and it’s pretty warm– I suppose I should be happy because snow = precipitation … Continue reading →

William asked a great question yesterday. He asked, “why is the flag at half-mast?” Thinking about it, he answered his own question, “oh, it must be because the Pope died.” A week after the death of the Pope, the flags … Continue reading →

Hotel Rowanda I want so much to say “go see this film,” but I can’t. No, instead with all my sincerity I would say do not see this film. Why not? Because it’s well done. Because it does what seems … Continue reading →

William and I went to the Decemberists concert in Helena tonight. They were a very fun and enjoyable group. The Decemberists are the type of band whose live performance makes their studio recordings seem rather bland– there was so much … Continue reading →

There’s something extremely swollen in the back left part of my throat, such that it’s quite a painful endeavor to chew and swallow. This was bothering my last night as well, and then I went out and played Ultimate for … Continue reading →

Ah. I worked for seven hours this afternoon, went to class at 7:00, got back a little after 9:00, put a load of laundry in, and then the game started around 10:00. PM. Now it’s 11:18, I’m exhausted, sore, and … Continue reading →