Wednesday, May 31, 2006

This is classic.

I should've done something more productive in law school.

Like this and that.

A total exaggeration, but funny nonetheless.

To the non-lawyers out there, we're not that bad.

Really.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Lo siento. No posts for awhile. It happens.

Frandog's wedding was a blast. It was at a ranch/lodge outside Glenrose. I didn't wear a watch the whole time we were there. No clocks, no TV, no cell phone ringing, no e-mail. It was fantastic. I can easily unplug.

I've gone on some longer rides (50+ miles) and, unlike running, I haven't experienced much muscle fatigue. It's energizing.

Tomorrow starts my first attempt to become a competent swimmer so I can compete in a triathlon next month. Actually, the triathlon is two weeks away. Needless to say, with such little time to prepare, my goal is to not drown. My training buddy picked up a copy of Total Immersion, a book geared towards people looking to swim effortlessly and efficiently, not necessarily quickly. The idea is get through the swim portion of the triathlon without feeling completely wiped.

That's the quick update. I'm looking forward to a long Memorial Day weekend. Here's hoping I won't have to go into the office.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

There's no use linking to it, because eventually it will be back and the link will be worthless. But for more than a week now, Dedman's site has simply said "returning very soon." The sad man who introduced me to this (blogging) world is absent. As he would say...

ALAS....

Saturday, May 13, 2006

The band/duo/one-show-pony put on a good set at Joe T's last Thursday night.

I've got to convince Ben, but I think there's a future.

Pictures to come.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Life is quite interesting.

I wake up around 6 a.m., have a cup of coffee, maybe iron a shirt, and then head out on an hour long bike ride.

I get back, make a protein shake, shower, kiss my wife, head to the office.

Work for four hours, come home, eat tuna fish on whole wheat, head back to work.

Work for another five hours, come home, kiss my wife, clean up around the house.

Eat dinner. Play guitar or piano. Watch DVR'ed American Idol. Maybe have a beer.

More wife kissing.

It's 11 p.m. Time for bed.

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