- There will be plenty of awkward discussions as the kids grow up in the years to come. But I’m glad I’ll never have to deal with this. OK, I’m kidding. I wouldn’t have cared either way if we had boys or girls, but the story is amusing, so I had to link to it.
- So, The Boston Globe lives! Big whoop. They are simply postponing the inevitable. The paper will just be even more watered down than it already is, and guess what? You’ll have to pay more for it. You see where this is going, don’t you?
- I attended my fourth consecutive Bruins playoff game over the weekend and for the first time this year, I saw them lose one. I think they needed to lose one and come back to Earth a little bit. Bummer that it had to happen to my dime, but so it goes. I logged in the other morning as tickets for Game 5 went on sale and I had the chance to get two loge seats, 7th row. The link sat there, tantalizing me, whispering ever-so-sexily. I held off and gave the wallet a break.
- Is it just me, or has the 10 year, red hot fever pitch of the Red Sox waned a little this season? You can still get tickets? That’s been unheard of for so long now. Must be those new road uniforms. Ick.
- I do kinda miss Jay Bennett’s presence in Wilco sometimes, not that his departure has exactly hurt the band’s sales. Ahem. So to see that there are now lawsuits pending between Bennett and Jeff Tweedy makes the whole thing feel a little ridiculous now. I wonder what the band would sound like if those two were still making music together. Funny how things never seem to work out when there’s a guy named Jay in the band.
- So, Son Volt’s new album is coming out on Rounder, ten years after I worked there. Interesting.
- Shout out to Amy’s Bakery Arts Cafe in Brattleboro, VT. Stopped there for lunch over the weekend and had a delicious tomato/basil/mozz/pesto sandwich. If you’re ever in Brattleboro, stop by. Good stuff.
- Cell phone update: no change, despite my being eligible for a new phone last January. That is remarkable restraint on my part, if I may say so myself.
- Picked up the phone last night to hear my parents belting out Happy Birthday. Good stuff……but don’t record an album, ok? Ha ha.
- Speaking of my birthday, I came downstairs yesterday morning and heard both of my kids say “Happy Dirdy, Da-Da!” Yep, that’s how they pronounce “birthday” these days. Dirdy. Happy Dirdy. Those are the times that you never want them to get older. But then there’s the times like 4:30 this morning when Zachary announced to the entire house via gutteral screaming that he was up for the day, dammit. So there you have it.
dude, you used the same title for your 2/12/09 blog. with hack skills like that you could probably get some sidework with the globe.