"Let us go forth a while, and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our closed rooms...
The game of ball is glorious."

--Walt Whitman

Friday, February 25, 2005

Dreaming of the Sun

Long time, no post. Things have been pretty busy the last couple of weeks. Here's the update.

Worst. Project. Ever.

Been getting ready for the trip to Florida. Flying out Thursday, Mom and I will get into Fort Myers late in the afternoon. We've got Twins spring training games Friday and Saturday, a minor-league hockey game Sunday, another Twins game Monday, and then it's back in the air at the crack of hell Tuesday morning. Provided I can find wireless internet access, I'll be blogging the trip!
I tell ya, I can't wait for the sunshine. There had better be sunshine. I'm starting to feel like one of those weird hairless creatures that lives in the depths of a cave, hunting fish and bugs among the fossilized bear bones. I expect to evolve myself some sonar any day now.

So I'm listening to the news this morning while I get ready for work, and there's this woman ranting and raving about how there aren't any African-Americans on the Michael Jackson jury and how's a black man supposed to get a fair trial like that? And all I can think is, "Lady, Michael Jackson hasn't been black for years."

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