In Sports . . .
08.11.2008
This is one of the most exciting things I've seen. Ever. The French eat a little crow as Lezak comes from behind and out-touches Bernard by 8/100's of a second. I think what makes it more incredible is that not only did the US shatter the previous world record in the process (by almost 4 seconds), but the next five teams to touch the wall also came in under world-record time. Better, stronger, faster ... this is a new age of swimming ya'll.
08.05.2008
Can we really make the claim that Phelps is "the fastest swimmer ever?" In one sense, yes, of course we can: He's got the fastest times. Duh. But the times are only half the story here. Is it possible to make any sort of meaningful comparison between Phelps and great swimmers of the past, people like Spitz, or my personal idol as a kid Matt Biondi.
02.05.2008
Oh, and yes, today is celebratory for one more reason . . . Happy Birthday, C!
09.23.2007
If you follow the sports and like hypothesizing on who will end the season a champion, or if you hate sports but love statistics . . .
09.11.2007
If you have an iGoogle homepage and like sports, create a new tab and call it "Sports."
08.23.2007
When I drove by Camden Yards late last night on my way back from DC I thought I could sense something bloody had just occurred.
09.14.2006
If you happen to be standing outside of our apartment door on a Sunday afternoon between now and February 4th, you may be shocked to hear the sound of a female voice shouting furious words at some unlucky SOB. Don't be concerned. The threats are meaningless. And that unlucky SOB is not me. It's the TV set. C and I are just watching a little of the football.
02.21.2006
One of the things I did while I was in Costa Rica take some surfing lessons. Well, I'm happy to report that I'm now a surfing sensation in the country.
01.18.2006
Around the time my brain had done it's 723rd push-up, my body finally declared that enough was enough, damnit, and demanded some sleep.
11.04.2005
I've been swimming at the Y lately. Yes, the YMCA. Dig it.
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.
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