Deck us all

It’s hard to get into the holiday spirit when it’s 55° outside, somehow. What’s that? Didn’t you grow up in Newport News, Virginia, where it snowed maybe three holidays in the eighteen years you were there? Well, yes, alter ego italics, I did. But this is frickin’ Massachusetts. Last year it was already below freezing by Thanksgiving.

It’s hard to get into the holiday mood without the proper incentive. So, without further ado:

Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., and Kalamazoo!
Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley
Swaller dollar cauliflower Alleygaroo!
Don’t we know archaic barrel
Lullaby Lilla Boy, Louisville Lou
Trolley Molly don’t love Harold,
Boola Boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!

Or something like that.

It’s time for tea

Good morning! In the immortal words of the Beatles:

Nothing to do it’s up to you
I’ve got nothing to say but it’s O.K.
Good morning, good morning

In reality, of course, I have a bit to do today. But right now I have this damn song in my head and I can’t get it out!

The Muppets: Gateway drug to all good things

I was trying to remember what the first time was that I heard the Beatles. The first album of theirs that I ever listened to was a vintage copy of the White Album that our youth pastor lent me. It started a three year period of intense Beatlemania that culminated in the trip to see Paul on the “Flowers in the Dirt” tour (that’s the one Esta alludes to here).

But that’s not time I ever heard their songs. That would have to be on the Muppets, when Dr. Teeth and Janice covered “With a Little Help From My Friends” and the acoustic cover of “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” by Sgt. Floyd Pepper (on the Lynda Carter episode). That’s what I’ll be remembering today.


Esta as usual writes a thought provoking piece this morning. I too have felt like I’ve been writing at the surface lately. It’s too easy to point to things that someone else has written, at least at the end of the semester. Well, I hope I can write some more significant things soon– right now it’s just really hard to concentrate.

Walking and Falling

I feel really good this morning. I should know better than to resist Lisa — she told me hopping on the treadmill would be just the thing to raise my energy and she was right. Funny thing happened while I was on the machine, though–just as I was wrapping up my walk, it stopped dead. I checked the plug, the switch, the safety, the wall fuse–nothing. After about half an hour and a panicking call from Lisa later (she’s really addicted to our machine), I finally realized that the fuse on the treadmill had blown. Fun, fun, fun…

Winning past the mud

Busy this morning, but I couldn’t resist following up on an earlier entry about my friend Greg and his work on Cathy Woolard’s Atlanta campaign. He just IM’d me to say she won the runoff. Unfortunately, no thanks to Andrew Young, who weighed in at the eleventh hour with a lovely letter to the editor (sorry, timebombed link) in which he made thinly veiled accusations of the openly gay candidate’s campaign hurting “our communities, our children, and our senior citizens.”

Convergence isn’t always pretty

Alison’s PantsCam: The best WebCam since the first one. This is why you want to keep Java programmers occupied, otherwise you get useful apps like this: “A client-side Java applet automatically refreshes the images of Alison’s pants and provides a simple chat interface for site visitors to discuss recent PantsCam developments.” I’m still scarred by the sentence before that: “The entire assembly is strapped to Alison’s belt and the camera is inserted in her pants, providing the entire world a constant live video feed of her underwear.”

Morning update

It’s a humid 60° here in Boston. I love fall. I was all excited for a freezing November and it’s only gotten down below 40° one week. Wah wah wah.

Three weeks left to go in the semester. I’m not going to sleep a lot for a while. But I do have some nifty music that the E-52s will be performing shortly. We’re going to larn us some hol’day stuff if it kills us, hyuh!


So this is a notice. I don’t expect to update the blog until Sunday or Monday. We’re going to be driving tomorrow and eating a lot of turkey and stuff on Thursday. Happy Thanksgiving, all!


Me again. 🙂 I have a good friend who will be stuck in London over Thanksgiving for a job interview. It’s been a while since I’ve been, and the only places I can remember for him to eat well on a budget are Belgo and RK Stanley. Anyone out there with more clue than me want to provide suggestions? I’ll forward them to him–the suggestions must be in by tonight for me to be able to email them to him before his flight leaves tomorrow.