I spent the weekend ripping CDs. And eating. I’m not done ripping yet, but I’m pretty far along. I think I’ve ripped in the neighborhood of 160 discs so far, and I have about 30 left. I had ripped many of my CDs before, but they were in a mix of formats, most of them…

“Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:” [1-10 added by sage for how much I agree … 10= strongly agree, 1 = bullshit] You are sensitive and indecisive at times. [6] You are a freedom lover and a strong person. [8 why are these in…

Tonight after we left the gym, Hugo and I decided to play with the Legos. I brought up the six boxes from the laundry room, and we opened them one by one as we watched the latest episode of Desperate Housewives and The West Wing on our Media Center. As I lifted each set out…

This weekend has been quite productive. I am most satisfied with my newly clean room. For as long as I’ve lived here, I have had at least one pile somewhere in my room. Now they’re all gone. Every single one of them. My desk is clean. There are vacuum lines on the carpet. I also…

Oh my God these are delicious. Jell-O Pudding Pops, welcome back into my life. After more than a decade puddin’ pop-less agony, the drought is over. Do you remember these? I used to eat them all the time when I was a kid. And then one day, I woke up, and they were gone! Ripped…

This post has nothing to do with this picture. I only put it here so that I could remind myself that nice days exist. This was taken July 5 on the banks of Lake Chelan. We rented a boat and went tubing. It was sweet. And on to the post… I live in Seattle. It…

Pandora surprised me with a song today. Viva La Persistence from the album Hidden Vagenda by Kimya Dawson. The song is eerily addictive. The lyrics are playfully pointy. It’s got this repetitive vocal rhythm, and a snare drum beat that unexpectedly toggles between syncopation and the down beats. I encourage you to check this song…

In celebration of the big game tonight, here’s some Texas trivia. There are really two inspirations for this set of questions. The first is a story I read a long time ago about Scott O’Grady, the US pilot that got shot down over Bosnia. When the rescuers needed to validate his identity, and to rule…

I’m sorry, Jessalee, but this will be the ultimate what i did post. I am trying to get in to some sort of rhythm of writing posts, so I’m not going to let myself get blocked behind a desire to have rich, insightful commentary. So tonight is my last night in Austin. I’ve been here…