In Friends . . .
10.23.2008
But life has brought us to the Garden State and, I've got to say, aside from the constant ache I feel in my ass from being repeatedly violated by our township on our property taxes every three months, it ain't all that bad up here. Still, there has been something missing from our lives. Something that used to bring us great joy and that we really took for granted for so long ...
09.15.2008
Friday was a 26-hour day that began in the dark hours of morning at Newark Airport and ended at a North Beach strip club. The devil built Columbus and Broadway out of discarded bottles of original sin, brother. And he called it good. Believe.
07.16.2008
A little plug for a friend's band, who could open for Coldplay.
07.14.2008
When I finally made it downstairs, shaking and about ten pounds lighter than I was the night before, the first of my neighbors began showing up with their July 4th game faces on, all full of energy and wondering what the hell kind of party this was where everybody was chewing Rolaids and talking about hairs on dogs and squinting at each other from behind sunglasses under drizzly skies.
03.12.2008
Last week, I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit and joined a group called Thirty-Something Bloggers.
03.04.2008
And, on the other side, Harleys rumbling in the parking lot. Tattoos on display. Double D moms with "Don't Be Jealous" t-shirts. Suburban grey-beard banker bikers, bandana'd and leather-vested and flaunting their mid-life crises a month or two early.
08.20.2007
Dallas last week is now a whirl of memories, all good.
06.16.2007
We met Lily tonight. So beautiful. Congratulations E&M!
02.20.2007
One way to measure a lifetime is by how much forgetting you do, and how well you do it.
12.27.2006
I'm back home. In DC. We flew in last night. And even though I truly loved seeing friends and family in Dallas, I am very relieved to be back on the east coast again. I feel grounded. I woke to the familiar sounds of car horns and sirens this morning, which kind of gave me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I'm ready to re-train my legs on how to do this thing called walking.
In Music . . .
10.09.2008
Sometimes, brothers and sisters, my heart is filled with so much love that I want to just throw my arms around all of you and give you sloppy wet kisses on the mouth and get all naked and dance in the mud like it's 1969. And other times I want to burn every bridge I've ever built and cut the head off of this blog and tell you all to fuck off. But today, I've just come here to declare this: I'm jealous of all the people at my gym with their white, white shoes.
07.30.2008
Anyway, let me get to the point: all of this is a very long-winded (and, yes, self-indulgent) way of me saying that if you're in DC or NYC you can (and should) catch The Jones at one of these two shows.
07.24.2008
The weird part wasn't that Honey, you know ... spoke. It was that she spoke with an English accent. It wasn't exactly a proper, "Received English" kind of English, but it wasn't quite an East End of London, Cockney type of thing, either. It reminded me of the Beatles. She had a sort of nasal thing going on. Like John.
07.16.2008
A little plug for a friend's band, who could open for Coldplay.
06.24.2008
This is an album you need to listen to naked and sweating in an un-air-conditioned room with a slow-spinning fan overhead. Not that I've done that. Twice.
05.06.2008
The memes have been flying all over the place lately. And I got hit in the crossfire. Twice. One in each leg. So here we go, six plus seven, plus one. Random/Weird/Quirky.
02.26.2008
This past Christmas, during a group outing to the mall to put Christmas money to good use, C's mom wound up buying "The Story So Far", a 2-CD "Best Of" compilation of Rod Stewart hits. My outward reaction to this purchase was cool, non-committal enthusiasm. Inwardly, however, my reaction was ...
02.25.2008
C went to California this weekend, and I went to Southpaw Prison in Brooklyn with A & K and a few others to watch Johnny Cash perform.
02.13.2008
Casey Dienel has been in pretty heavy rotation on my iPod for close to a year now. Especially the song "Frankie and Annette," which I frequently put on "Repeat One," a setting also known as "OCD? What OCD?"
01.14.2008
I've always fancied myself an aficionado of the pop culture, particularly of any variety born or raised in the 80s or 90s. And while I'm not the encyclopedia of information that my friend Mitch is, I am, perhaps, something of an abridged coffee-table reference. Or maybe a pocket dictionary.
In Work . . .
03.25.2008
If you look closely at the backyard of your soul, you'll find a shed. And it's something you've gazed at a million times before and it's always remained closed and mysterious, and surrounded by ice. Familiar, but strange. Holding so much promise, but surrounded by challenge and danger.
04.17.2007
A clever post on the 12 Breeds of Clients.
01.02.2007
I intended this post to be a somewhat thoughtful reflection on the past year, and possibly a statement of resolutions for the coming one. I also intended to post a photo album or two from the holidays. But this was last week - before The Fall. And what is it they say? Something about best-laid plans of mice and men? I'm surely one of those.
12.19.2006
On the way to Dallas I met an older guy who was heading to Puerto Vallarta with his wife for the holidays. Anyway, I immediately liked him because he had a way with language.
09.27.2006
Some good things to remember when building standards- and css-friendly sites, whether you're a pro at css or just breaking away from tables.
03.30.2006
This isn't a tech blog, and I'm pretty much a techie-imposter anyway, so I definitely won't try to make it one, but I thought I'd highlight a couple of neat things I've been playing with lately.
05.12.2005
I've been doing some brainstorming on what to call my web consulting business. Here's what I've come up with so far. Let me know if you have any input on these - like 'em, hate 'em - and feel free to add any others that come to mind.
05.10.2005
What my daily office life would be like if it were an episode of Scrubs. Another three weeks . . . another three weeks.
04.28.2005
01.22.2004
The day started out good. Had breakfast. Caught the second 42 bus that came along at the Florida stop because the first was jam-packed with people . . .
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