Saturday, May 24, 2008

30

Bob Dylan, Priscilla Presley, Rosanne Cash, Patti LaBelle, Heavy D, John C. Reilly, Tommy Chong, Julius Caesar Germanicus, King George III, Victoria Alexandrine (Queen of Great Britain) and Nickolas Gardner were all born on this day. I made it. Of course on the flip side of the coin, Duke Ellington and David I King of Scottland died today as well. Either way, live or die, I’m amongst the greats.

 

Some other notable things on this day:
 “Mary Had A Little Lamb,” is written on this day in 1830
The Brooklyn Bridge was opened
The 1st auto repair shop was opened (in Boston)
The Beatles’ 3rd appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show
The famous Mick Jagger and Marianne arrest.
“Indiana Jones and Last Crusade” premieres
http://www.brainyhistory.com/days/may_24.html

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Loss of Photos

Dear 5 1/2 readers of this blog.

I did some moving around of web sites where I keep my photos that I’ve taken so this page temporarily lost a lot of them. I will get them back in the next week I hope but it will take some time.

On a side note. Today at work I overheard someone say “What!?! You don’t know how to count in binary!”

Have you ever felt like the dumbest person in the room? I do. Everyday of my life.

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Saturday, April 12, 2008

The Week Long Flu: Diary of a War Torn Body

Or what I like to call the Melbourne Flu. I’m just getting over it. I was fighting a little something for a few weeks now and last weekend I felt a foreign presence making progress on the frontlines of my immune system. I reverted straight back to my training and fired back with the healthy mortar shells of Top Ramen, Orange Juice, and lots of Wine. General Flu’s tactics surpassed mine and low and behold I found myself cold and alone in the infirmary of my Melbourne apartment. The Flu’s campaign began with my throat and once it established a beachhead there it sunk depth charges of tickling dryness down into my lungs which resulted in an explosion of coughs that killed countless of innocent white blood cells. The battle raged on as my body lost strength and its foothold on the war. Work needs to be done however, so after a day off on Monday I pressed forward through the trenches of mucus strewn tissues and flashes of hot and cold sweats as this enemy made its way to the killing fields of my nostrils. In a single day a large package of Kleenex was cut down in a series of blowing, tearing through the soft papery flesh of 275 paper soldiers by the evenings end. The rest of the numbers are unknown at this time as various different boxes, wet paper towels, and saddly even toilet paper were used in combat; but the numbers continue to roll in and the death toll keeps rising.

War. War never changes. And after it’s all said and done, all that remains is a room scattered with dirty clothes, the warm musky stink of sick and a sink full of dishes from meals you don’t remember eating. I’m better today and recovering as well as can be expected, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not haunted by the memories of yesterday.

If you would like to learn more information or would like to make a donation to the war effort, please visit any of the following organizations dedicated to fighting this enemy:

http://www.kleenex.com
http://www.nissinfoods.com/topramen/
http://www.foxcreekwines.com/ourwines/?view=86

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