Hey Dave, is he gone? OKâ€¦ Leo hereâ€¦ A friend of mine thinks blogging is just so narcissistic. I love it already.
People in New England have entered the realm of the insane today. Gearing up to watch the Patriots burn Pittsburg* on their march to the marvelous basin, you say? Of course I mean the â€œbig game.â€ The actual game name is trademarked and the NFL employs herds of lawyers year-round to slap lawsuits on anyone using the term without paying to do so. With Jeff dropping so much money on his honeymoon, I sure donâ€™t want him coming back owing someone money. Anyway, no, itâ€™s not over the game. You see, thereâ€™s snow in the forecast and people behave like a new ice age is descending upon us. I just returned from the grocery store and I have never seen it so mobbed. I did manage to catch up on some celebrity news while in line. Brad and Jen on the cover of â€œUsâ€ with a very sad picture taken, â€œhours before the breakup.â€ Sure, people make fun about Hollywood couples and their fleeting pairings, but isnâ€™t it still sad? All the money and fame in the word doesnâ€™t diminish the pain of a broken relationship. Wait. How the hell do I know? Maybe it does.
On that note, lets move on to the world of online dating, an area Jeff and Dave refuse to cover. Hereâ€™s a picture of a 40-ish woman from an online dating site.
She looks pretty good, right? Did she not notice anything else in the picture besides herself? I emailed to ask, but she hasnâ€™t responded.
Yesterday was a â€œuse it or lose itâ€ vacation day and a trip to Harvard Square and the Fogg Art Museum. It was about 2 degrees with a bitter, cutting wind, so the walk through Harvard Yard was, uh, refreshing. Once in the museum though, the Maurice Wertheim Collection was a highlight. It includes Impressionist and Post-Impressionist art, including works by Degas, Monet, Van Gogh, Picasso, Gauguin, Renoir, CÃ©zanne, and my favorite of the Impressionists, Camille Pissarro. My â€œart buzzâ€ was wrecked when I descended into the subway to see a homeless man asleep on a bench (See weather conditions above…). Then once in the train, another homeless man was talking to himself for the entire trip. I did, however, heed what the man kept repeating: â€œSix to twelve coming. Better get ready.â€ Over to you, Dave.
* NE 24 Pitt 6 (13 at the most…)