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That went pretty well, but not what I was looking for. Home, and swapping out to sandals. Ugh. Pod doesn’t like covers on his root-system.

Landlord just took my A/C unit, and will be returning with it, or a replacement shortly. He’d better boogie, I have to get off to work.

supermanatee!

Giant grasshoppers rampage in Florida. Experts advise hitting them with a 2 x 4.

I’ve never encountered them, however I would like to see what a grasshopper sneer looks like.

I’m tired of pushing the man down the stairs, but I’m going to hang onto the program.

Well, I’m off to my morning appointment before work. I hope that it’s worth my time. I think it will be, even if it’s just as learning and getting the ball-rolling sort of experience… I need to get a feel for it again.

One of my rules of thumb is to not borrow trouble…plenty will find me on its own.

I was talking with my sweetie about Stonehenge the other night… and through one thing and another, I’ve found the Megalithic Album Cover Collection. The Stone Pages have photos of nearly 500 different archaeological sites with stone monuments.

I’m off. See you tonight, if not sooner, dear journal.

before I hit the sack… silly searches that found me.

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g’nite, dear journal. think good thoughts for my feline friends, and their caregivers.

Worried about b-boy, and my sweetie… He was to go back to the doctor today… I hope he’s doing ok…my brother’s doing all right, except that his voice sounds a little froggy.

I got my yellow cake with chocolate icing! weirdly, psychically, mom made one, and split it between her young. it was pretty darn good… had a hint of orange zest in it.

Some interesting reading on Hurricane Andrew – 10yrs later I was working at the Boynton Beach Library, and our roof caved in… we had some advance warning, so the stacks were all covered with black plastic, and the pages would get books for people with flashlights in hand. a family of mice were found afterwards, and set free… a scorpion mommy with babies on her back drowned in a slippery plastic pool.

There were whole neighborhoods that were flattened… I am proud to say that many people pulled together to distribute care packages and help those that were left homeless. That’s the closest I’ve ever been to seeing a war zone. Boats, several blocks inland… houses stomped totally flat, the roof thrown into another neighborhood. It seems like a lifetime ago… I was at FAU, playing D&D with Brent and Steve, crushing on Jane, Pam and/or Charlotte at any given time. Those days are so far gone.

http://www.miami.com/images/miami/miami/3884/15088200988.jpg

some choice sound bites from the reparations experts., found at this well-written entry.

I certainly agree with –

“And given the hate-filled, divisive rhetoric espoused at Saturday’s rally (none of which is new), I strongly oppose the reparations movement, as it only serves to salt the wounds of division between blacks and whites in America as opposed to healing them. Such divisiveness must be opposed, and to hell with those who are bent on keeping blacks shackled to a blinding mindset of hate and supremacy in the misguided quest for another government handout.

Yes, slavery is a blemish upon this country that will never be erased nor denied. No sum of money will ever make it disappear or change the course of history. The anger and rage being fomented for reparations would best be applied to confronting present-day black-on-black slavery taking place in African nations such as Sudan and Mauritania, or pressuring the Arab world to free their slaves.

Today, black Americans are free. We are free to come and go as we please, live where we want, be educated in the schools and colleges of our own choosing, and excel as high as we want to in any profession that we choose. The only limitations out there are the ones we set for ourselves.

Blacks are leaders in academia, government, industry, the arts, entertainment, science, medicine, and athletics. To paraphrase James Brown, the successful ones didn’t wait for anyone to give them anything. They took advantage of open doors (or opened those doors on their own initiative) and got it for themselves. It would be a slap in the face to many of those who sacrificed, worked hard, and overcame the odds to suggest that shaking down the government some more would have cured the ills of the past.”

Next time I go to the store, I’m going to get some cake mix. I’m in the mood for yellow cake with chocolate frosting.

Or cupcakes.

holy cow… tarpo put me on to this.. very addictive. Something therapeutic about pushing a stick man down stairs. the camera angles are evil!

my best score is 69,580. Top online real score 835,651.

I’m fresh off the phone with Dave. He’s got some sort of Mac Virus that’s changing all of this data to Pc format, or some such. I really couldn’t help him out too much… he’s using os 9ish, and my strengths are really on Unix & Windows type machines.

First rule of business… *back up your data files regularly*.

I think that he’ll be ok, but has a few hours of fix-up ahead of him…. no envy here.

I’m glad that B-boy is doing well…I was concerned about his health… speaking of which, my brother’s getting better, but slowly. He’s been cutting back on the smokes… one pack every three days, rather than a pack a day… I hope that he can shave it down to removing it.

Looks like he’s kicking his roommate out… something like the fourth month in a row he couldn’t pull his side of the rent. (The roomie can go live with his mom, until he gets his act together). I agree with the bro’s decision… the roomie’s not landing in the street.

I’m not looking forward to the anniversary of Sept 11… I fear it’ll be a big political bit of noise. I know that I had enough trouble the first time around.

I forgot to mention earlier that at the toy store, aside from the recorder, I picked up a little 25mm scale play set with a police station, fire station, parking garage, a few civilians to go with the police and firemen, a fountain with a horse stature in the middle, a couple of trees, assorted vehicles including a paddy wagon, helicopter, fire engine, and a little train engine and tanker car. Cheap for $10. (Marked down from $15) Newton had a field day with all the twist-ties that came with… and likes to sit inside the fresh cardboard box.

By the way… Yahoo maps doesn’t do the best route to the local bookstore…purple is the path that they choose… flashing red is mine. As an added bonus, I get to ride through the park, wave at the squirrels, and watch kids practice soccer. The other route goes far out of its way… I’d at least think that the path logic would go to 6th, and shoot straight north. Fewer lights, more direct route. image cut to spare folks not wanting to see a flashing pic.

I got my recorder!

Yay!

Dorky me played yankee doodle on the way home.

The Recorder, guitar and piano are all “c” instruments, so the compliment one another nicely. 🙂 I hope to play a duet with my sweetie on guitar sometime soon.

I wouldn’t mind doing Gigue in G with her…(midi link) Yeah, it’s Handel… I dig his stuff. Pretty complex work.. I’d have to practice it for a while to get the flipper-notes right.

see also – Courante #3 and Courante #11

Going to play some more. until later, dear journal.

On my formative years… Saturday mornings when I was seven.

I was *always* torn at 11ish… Ark II vs. Krofft supershow vs. Land of the Lost.

Ark II had a talking chimp.

Krofft – the colors! the spandex! the bay city rollers. I remember seeing them singing Saturday night.

Land of the Lost… Sleestaks and Dinosaurs. I hated the humans on the show, though. I sided with the reptiles.

Possibly Scotto’s secret origin?

The best list of possible band names ever.

This makes me think of sweetalyssm‘s puppyfrog. Good plan, crab of ineffable wisdom!

paper models, and assorted heroclix stuff…