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Aug 16

Turn right at the corn

I helped install one of these today:

Sadly it was in a classroom and not in our house. But it’ll look great in the class nevertheless. Except for the fingerprint smudges I left on it. That might sound passive-aggressive, but smudges can be cleaned, so don’t think of it that way, OK?

On our bike ride this evening:

We’ve been this way a few times now and I like this site. You hang a right and then you have the corn on your left. You go up the hill, take a big curve and a punchy little roller and then a long straight up to stop sign that means you’re almost done. It is a nice four miles and 15 minutes.

Here’s the next leg in that final stretch, where The Yankee and Stephen are pacing me home:

I think this should be a thing: Where were you the last time you heard The BoDeans?

Because you never forget Closer to Free. (Or most any of the rest of their catalog, really.)


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Aug 16

Pictures from the weekend

Allie and I spent part of the weekend watching the bike races:

But later she found a cable on the ground and curled up inside of it:

So now I have to leave circles everywhere, apparently.

Also, we hung out with The Mayor and her parents for a dinner party:

And I saw this at the office this morning. No idea, yet, what it is. Any guesses?

Probably some sort of drying air circulator or something like that. But I like the handles. Has a very Sean Connery-era James Bond feel to it.


5
Aug 16

Melts in your mouth, not in your … yeah right

Why is it that when I eat M&Ms it always looks like I just slapped The Joker?

That company has been lying to me all of my life.

Now, of course, I’m just a fully grown person trying to figure this out. I’m sure it was much funnier and more charming when I was a child.


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Aug 16

In the yard

There’s a paved walking path that divides our yard from the neighbors’. And over on that side for some random reason a few flowers are growing out of a grassy part of the ground.

I don’t mind it. I’ll mow around them. They’re only weeds if they are undesirable and I can see no philosophical problem with extra flowers.

The early evening view out of my home office window:

That is not so bad, eh?


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Aug 16

Hanging out with Ernie Pyle

You can never read enough Ernie Pyle. And now I get to see him anytime.

I see his desk every day. It is only strange if he starts talking back, right?

Read Pyle’s wartime work here.