Work has got me slammed right now, so updates have been sparse. I don't see that changing until I finish my Texas report.
Until then, I only have nuggets:
Carl Pavano, We hardly knew ye: Nine runs in one-plus innings.This gamble could make Jason Johnson look like an ace. The bats are there, the starting pitching looks disastrous and this Indian summer looks long and brutal. Indians fans, vent your spleen by watching the Cavs instead.
Gonna Fly Now: Saturday I ran 11.2 miles, my last long run before the . Once the body approaches double digit mileage, muscles tighten immediately at any stops. But I ran without my knee brace and experienced no major knee pains. This could be a much different half-marathon this year.
Easter Everywhere: The four hours and time change to head to Atlanta for Easter proved too much for the man. Luckily a friend from work opens up her house for a big family and friends gathering. Why skip good wine, good strada and good company when I can get the Fox News talking points from my folks over the phone.
More Meloy Than You Can Shake a Stick At: I forgot I ordered the Colin Meloy Live disc and the compilation from Tarkio, and they showed up on my desk yesterday. So far, I dig Tarkio's country aspects - it sounds like the Decemberists crossed with Son Volt or Uncle Tupelo. I needed a break from the band's total immersion in prog-rock. Hazards of Love has good songs, but lacks the variety of their earlier efforts.
Random Observation: What makes movies set in West Texas so compelling? Here's four set there: Hud, No Country For Old Men, There Will Be Blood, and Paris, Texas. Good scripts and great acting help - I imagine Michael Bay could make craters out of the landscape and never demonstrate a scrap of directorial skill.
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