Archive for July, 2004

Dustin and Sherie: Wedding in Belgium

But before the wedding: a porn shop. I stopped off a bit after Kenosha to visit Melissa (Mellzah), who wanted to send a gift along with me for the happy couple. I haven’t seen her since the last big get-together extravaganza in Chicago, and although this visit was brief… it was nice to be able to say hellog again. The…

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Quiet Day

Spotted this on Wells, about 5 feet away from a You Are Beautiful sticker. Slow day at the office. Most everyone was either off on vacation or taking a personal day. Matt was in briefly, for the morning, and then it was just me the whole afternoon. Kinda good and kinda boring, truth be told. I did get a good…

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Picasa

Picasa: what a great little app! I just installed it today, after having seen a thread about it up for a while now. And I’m kicking myself for waiting! It’s nice to be able to see all my photos in one fell swoop. And it runs pretty quickly, with minimal stutter, and doesn’t seem to really impact my system’s overall…

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It’s leaking chocolate!

I loaned Justin my car today, and he drove it in to work to pick me up. Walking to where it was parked, we passed the Blommer Chocolate Factory. Now I’ve seen tanker trucks pulled up against the sidewalk here before. But I always thought they were delivering supplies or ingredients or some such thing. As we walked by, I…

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Love Again

How awesome is this? I found out today that the “Love Again” stickers I found last month are part of an artistic campaign (and not, as I feared, some sort of commercial promotion). Also found out that the website for this campaign literally just started. I’m looking forward to where this leads. Big thanks to the folks at You Are…

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The Last Thing I Want to Think About

When it comes to ambulances and emergencies and hospitals? The last thing I want to think about is the notion that tiers of quality exist. More thorough brain surgeons? Smarter nuclear missile silo operators? More accurate commercial jet pilots? Here’s a tip. If your company or service is responsible for human lives, try not to use qualitative adjectives in your…

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The Best Way To Start the Day

Sing in the shower. Seriously. I used to do this with more frequency. And many months have passed since I found myself standing under a spray of water and just singing. And you know what? It felt great. And I am convinced that singing triggers some sort of chemical thing in the noggin’ that just improves your outlook on the…

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On the way home

I stopped by Myopic this evening because they used to have this chess group that met on Wednesdays. I stumbled across them all one evening, when I was there browsing… and happened across a bunch of tables, and a bunch of people playing. Since that one run-in, I have yet to see them again. But I’ve thought about joining, both…

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On the way to work

This would be the third such image on my street. I don’t really believe in omens. But some days, it feels like the universe is trying to send a clear message that turning around and going back to bed might be a good idea. Poor guy. All he’s missing is a tiny, pigeon chalk outline. I’m fairly certain whoever did…

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Grilling Out

Stu’s backyard. Tons of food, including salad, halibut, trout, lentils, chicken kabobs, turkey burgers, and ice cream with chocolate syrup and fried bananas. Washed down with beer. Heavenly! Only after it got dark did I think to try to get a picture of all the windchimes. Much later, Dave joined us for a beer or two. Inside, we talked about…

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On the way to Stu’s

Walking down my street, I ran into the boys again. I waved hi and they waved back (they were in the middle of a three person game of Hide and Go Seek). A bit farther down, I ran into Corrie! We chit-chatted some, waiting for the light to change, and she mentioned wanting to get help with her printer (but…

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Damn You, Pavlov!

I got home around 7:00PM, and there was a message on my machine from Stu. Actually, I had to rewind the thing three times and crank the volume, because after he says his name (softly), the message disappears and is barely audible. After calling him back, he tells me he’s grilling out and to grab a six pack and head…

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