After a day of gut-wrenching basketball, and a fruitless coffee pot carafe odyssey I have holed my self up in the cozy confines of 811 for a nice little Sunday. I woke up to find myself devoid of any coffee brewing mechanism, but as soon as the caffeine free sad haze cleared from my cortex, the wheels began to turn in old Duder's head.
I quickly mixed up some banana bread and set it in the oven to bake and brewed a pot of Mate. I nearly forgot about the delicious stimulant I had received upon my cousin's return from Argentina. It's strong odor and efficient stimulatory properties rapidly transported me back to walking through the colorful calles of BA and through the tombs of Recoleta, and the travel bug flared up in my system.
That brought me to take a gander at the various travel blogs linked to the NY Times website. Oh how I yearn for my next global journey, and luckily it's in the not too distant future....to Europe with John in late June. We are researching our Eurrail pass and plan to start in London before tackling a few of the cultural meccas of the mainland- Brussels, Amsterdam, Berlin, Prague, and Budapest. It should be great, we have no firm reservations save for our initial plans in London, and a return flight some three weeks later.
Well, then I think I am going to spend a few more minutes reading the blogs and looking at travel photo essays before I swoop over to take the banana bread out of the oven and pour myself another cup of mate. I think by that time my pulse should be sufficiently elevated to enjoy day 3 of march madness! Yeah, I am winning my bracket...it's great!
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Sunday, March 22, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Welcome February
Rabbit! Rabbit!
Welcome to February everyone. And by starting off my first post of the month with "rabbit rabbit" I am sure to have good luck. According to my fourth grade teacher, you are supposed to say "rabbit rabbit" as the first thing you utter on the first day of every month and you will have good luck. I try to remember before I get out of bed most months. Nevertheless, some mornings I am unaware altogether that a new month has arrived, and other times, all I can think about is how its morning and I have to pee, or that I am freezing, or that its 6:30 am and that I would really rather not be going to work and instead of uttering "lapin lapin" (haha) I am substituting the childish ritual for cursing. Wow, how I've rambled, but that's what you readers signed up for...please reference the blog description.
Ok, so it is the second month of 2009! I have been living in 811 for over 7 months! Just like I am sure everyone else is saying, except maybe for those economic pundits who wish that time would pass sooner, and that we weren't in the endless toilet bowl spiral of the "recession," I like most rational or maybe irrational folks, am amazed how fast recent or maybe that is very relative, but some recent span of time has passed. In a few short months I will be moving out of my apartment and then starting medical school who knows where. But I really can't keep projecting my future and need to remain in the present! Carpe Diem you fool!
Well, it's Super Bowl Sunday, and like a good Ammmurican, I am going to be sitting in front of my tv watching the great american game. Although many of today's players will end up with some crappy pension, suffering from bad knees and too many concussions (athlete brains). There I go on another rant, thanks neuropsych, trauma department, mommy telling me to wear a helmet, etc., etc.
It should be amussing, although I am not sure who to root for. I think I might actually be pulling for the Cardinals. I'm sure they have about as much chance of winning as George W. Bush has of being elected a member of Mensa; but, I've liked Larry Fitzgerald since his days at Pitt, and I usually pull for the underdog...except for maybe Rogggger Federer (damn Aussie Open). So yeah, I will be watching along with the rest of the couch potato, chip dipping, beer drinking fat ass Americans. I am feeling lots better from my recent soiree with the flu, so I might even crack open a cold one (import, please) myself.
With the close of Sunday, comes another brutal work week. But I am headed up to New York on Friday to celebrate Danielle's Birthday, so that should be ample motivation to work some extra hours and hop on the Chinatown bus early Friday afternoon.
That's all for now kids! I am sure most people are still sleeping, but since I prescribed bed-rest for myself, I managed to sleep 10 hours and wake up at 8am! G is for Glorious I know (that fucking G commercial is in my head). So enjoy your Sunday everyone and remember....in the words of E. Hemingway... Hay que aprovechar el tiempo.
Welcome to February everyone. And by starting off my first post of the month with "rabbit rabbit" I am sure to have good luck. According to my fourth grade teacher, you are supposed to say "rabbit rabbit" as the first thing you utter on the first day of every month and you will have good luck. I try to remember before I get out of bed most months. Nevertheless, some mornings I am unaware altogether that a new month has arrived, and other times, all I can think about is how its morning and I have to pee, or that I am freezing, or that its 6:30 am and that I would really rather not be going to work and instead of uttering "lapin lapin" (haha) I am substituting the childish ritual for cursing. Wow, how I've rambled, but that's what you readers signed up for...please reference the blog description.
Ok, so it is the second month of 2009! I have been living in 811 for over 7 months! Just like I am sure everyone else is saying, except maybe for those economic pundits who wish that time would pass sooner, and that we weren't in the endless toilet bowl spiral of the "recession," I like most rational or maybe irrational folks, am amazed how fast recent or maybe that is very relative, but some recent span of time has passed. In a few short months I will be moving out of my apartment and then starting medical school who knows where. But I really can't keep projecting my future and need to remain in the present! Carpe Diem you fool!
Well, it's Super Bowl Sunday, and like a good Ammmurican, I am going to be sitting in front of my tv watching the great american game. Although many of today's players will end up with some crappy pension, suffering from bad knees and too many concussions (athlete brains). There I go on another rant, thanks neuropsych, trauma department, mommy telling me to wear a helmet, etc., etc.
It should be amussing, although I am not sure who to root for. I think I might actually be pulling for the Cardinals. I'm sure they have about as much chance of winning as George W. Bush has of being elected a member of Mensa; but, I've liked Larry Fitzgerald since his days at Pitt, and I usually pull for the underdog...except for maybe Rogggger Federer (damn Aussie Open). So yeah, I will be watching along with the rest of the couch potato, chip dipping, beer drinking fat ass Americans. I am feeling lots better from my recent soiree with the flu, so I might even crack open a cold one (import, please) myself.
With the close of Sunday, comes another brutal work week. But I am headed up to New York on Friday to celebrate Danielle's Birthday, so that should be ample motivation to work some extra hours and hop on the Chinatown bus early Friday afternoon.
That's all for now kids! I am sure most people are still sleeping, but since I prescribed bed-rest for myself, I managed to sleep 10 hours and wake up at 8am! G is for Glorious I know (that fucking G commercial is in my head). So enjoy your Sunday everyone and remember....in the words of E. Hemingway... Hay que aprovechar el tiempo.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Colonials Basketball
Well, I just returned from the Smith Center....two thoughts...I miss the 2005-2006 squad and Hobbs needs to be canned now.
We only got there about 30 mins early, and got seats first row behind the GW bench. What an interesting experience. Forget that we'd already lost 8 straight, and that we had the best seat in the house to cheer us away from number 9. It was a decent game by recent standards...we played Rhode Island to double OT and managed to hang tough despite some bogus refs. But I am not gonna blame the game on the refs even though Diggs, our best player, fouled out with about 8 minutes to go in regulation. I am going to blame this one on Hobbs and the verbal abuse he dished out faster than fast-break passes and more intense than slam dunks. Never have I heard one short man scream louder, or convulse more wickedly at each mistake. I frankly wondered if we even conducted practices anymore and if the the meaning of his four letter tirades had lost their effectiveness...
No I did not bow him as he entered, nor did I boo. Instead I just shook my head and reminisced about the glory days of Mike, Pops, JR and Carl. There were a few bright spots, Ware the freshman played well and Johnny Lee had two clutch 3s down the stretch. Even Diggs managed 18 points before taking a seat. Too bad players look as if they are going to cry when Hobbs screams at them. I mean come on...where is the love coach? It's time to give up the "fuck you Witherspoon's" and "you are going to shoot us to a loss" Damian's. I have had enough of our crap and miss the good ole' days. Well, at least those fuckers at Georgetown lost today as well.
I guess it's time to switch my laundry, and cool my jets with the Week in Review section of the NYTimes and beer!
We only got there about 30 mins early, and got seats first row behind the GW bench. What an interesting experience. Forget that we'd already lost 8 straight, and that we had the best seat in the house to cheer us away from number 9. It was a decent game by recent standards...we played Rhode Island to double OT and managed to hang tough despite some bogus refs. But I am not gonna blame the game on the refs even though Diggs, our best player, fouled out with about 8 minutes to go in regulation. I am going to blame this one on Hobbs and the verbal abuse he dished out faster than fast-break passes and more intense than slam dunks. Never have I heard one short man scream louder, or convulse more wickedly at each mistake. I frankly wondered if we even conducted practices anymore and if the the meaning of his four letter tirades had lost their effectiveness...
No I did not bow him as he entered, nor did I boo. Instead I just shook my head and reminisced about the glory days of Mike, Pops, JR and Carl. There were a few bright spots, Ware the freshman played well and Johnny Lee had two clutch 3s down the stretch. Even Diggs managed 18 points before taking a seat. Too bad players look as if they are going to cry when Hobbs screams at them. I mean come on...where is the love coach? It's time to give up the "fuck you Witherspoon's" and "you are going to shoot us to a loss" Damian's. I have had enough of our crap and miss the good ole' days. Well, at least those fuckers at Georgetown lost today as well.
I guess it's time to switch my laundry, and cool my jets with the Week in Review section of the NYTimes and beer!
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