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I live with a lot of plants. I managed to kill about four batches of basil and cilantro through lack of light before I got a potting table and tossed it out on the enclosed balcony at the back of the house. This’ll be fine until, say, late September, when I’ll need to buy a […]

I’m drowning in RFPs.

I think that what I like best about trolling through strangers’ blogs is that you get these really random snapshots of people’s lives: Are You A Zombie?

My buddy Jeff was nice enough to give me permission to include his comments on my recent “Worklife” rant. He says: …I don’t think that the remaking selves for the opposite gender thing is as one-sided as you describe. Plenty of women talk quite brazenly about ideal men, and I think perhaps the most universal

Had a great boxing class tonight. I had to wade through two months worth of classes and snag a yellow belt before Coach Fernando appeared to take me seriously, but hey… Coach made a point of partnering me with a great mitt partner tonight, Ray*, who’s one of the two great female boxers I’d been

I was randomly trolling through blogs on blogger (there’s not much to do at work today) and found this. In another of the posts, these two buddies share food thoughts. Why is it I’m still so amazed when I discover other people who are as paranoid about food as I am? This is America, people.

Oh. I love this. “Anyway, back to work. I have characters to kill and deadlines to beat.” — John Rickards (crime novelist) Yea. It’s official. This guy is now on my list of “read every day” blogs… Thank you, Matt Cheney.

I’ve been so caught up in Chicago life, gory Iraq headlines, and the media circus of elections and doublespeak, that it came as a surprise to hear from my buddy Jeff in Fairbanks that Alaska has apparently been burning all summer: As of August 6, a total of 5,566,358 acres have burned in the United

Finished my Tuesday prep time for the week in a reasonable amount of time tonight (laundry, switching over daily items from regular bag to workout bag, packing bag for martial arts class, cooking dinner, prepping lunch for tomorrow, etc). Sitting back now, relaxing, wishing I had a beer, and infinitely enjoying watching another writer scream

I’m sitting in a meeting with Blaine and Yellow*, who are basically the upper management guys I’ve supported the last few months. We’re trying to put together a golf outing for some clients, and Yellow says, “Have you seen those Norweigans in the Olympics? The rowers? The women are all six feet tall and blond!”