Hip Surgery
Had hip surgery yesterday; it went well and I hope to get recovered enough to go to a rehab center in the next few days.
Had hip surgery yesterday; it went well and I hope to get recovered enough to go to a rehab center in the next few days.
Well, hi all let me give you the short version: I decided to start dabbling in motorcycles about 9 months ago. All went well until January 6, when I had an accident. I won’t discuss the accident for legal reasons, but the injuries were: multiple fractures in pelvis bad break in right elbow left femur/hip
I just finished a novel. More like, a novella. I participated in Nanowrimo. No, you can’t read it. And, yeah, another critical update for WP… argh.
Yep, spinning describes my life, but lately what I’ve been doing is getting up at the ungodly hour of 4:45 and going to spin class twice a week. It’s really helping; I’ve lost a bit of weight and I’m going a bit faster on the road bike, especially up hills. If I can make it
I’m reading Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin. It’s about Abraham Lincoln and his cabinet. Those he reached out to in hopes of saving the country, some of whom also happened to be his opponents in the 1860 presidential campaign. Abraham Lincoln was an astute politician, but he probably wouldn’t get elected today. He dealt
I had to upgrade to this version, because it’s named after Dexter Gordon, the great jazz tenor sax man. It also has an improved text editor, which allows even more silly formatting tricks. And the spellchecker is grate ¿Does it support foreign language characters? You bet. And WordPress finally supports tags!
WordPress 2.3 – Dexter Read Post »
In a recent post, I caught myself griping about my schedule. What is particularly ugly about that is one of the things I included in that list of “things I gotta do” ended up with me getting to go to an Auburn University football game. In the skyboxes. Auburn v. New Mexico State, you say?
A few things that happened when I wasn’t blogging Read Post »
(hat tip: memory-alpha.org) I suppose everyone has them (if not, I suppose I’m in trouble) – those signature lines from books, movies, and discussions with your parole officer that burn their way into your consciousness and become THE go-to line that always plays in your head during certain situations. Often (as I discovered when
Or at least central Alabama. My son and I went with his school class to the Blue Bell plant in Sylacauga, AL. It was a very long way by bus. What I discovered today is that a group of 2nd-graders pumped up by a day out of school (and raw sugar) simply never stop talking.
See America by Bus Read Post »
Perhaps nothing illustrates old-school marketing like old cigarette commercials. James Lileks posits that irony as we know it today didn’t exist in the culture of this period. How else would the audience sit still for this kind of earnestness? About cigarettes? Whatever the state of irony in those days, the public attitude about cigarettes was certainly different. People