Was your costume cool enough to merit a picture in the local paper? Mine was.
I was greeted at the dojo with cries of “Cover Boy!”
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I got a fortune the other day, which I just found as I was cleaning out my wallet: Act like a role model. The younger are watching. Sigh. In the morning, my small cat (who is somewhat skittish) likes to come and sit on my desk, between my forearms, as I type the morning emails. Sometimes, she’ll rub the top of her head on my chin and purr. This morning, I noticed that I still had an OS install CD in my laptop, . . . → Read More: Cute We have movie footage of me in the sumo suit, running in the 5k. Unfortunately, I’m not cool enough to “embed” an mpg off my own web page. You’ll have to get that index finger moving and click here
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Pictures are hereby shared, of the moving process, a couple of trips to Detroit, and a Halloween party. In short: I wore an inflatable costume which turned me into a mighty sumo wrestler. This morning, I wore that same costume to run in a 5K benefiting the East Providence Fire Department. Running in costume . . . → Read More: What a day. I passed a housing inspection. I scheduled the removal of nearly 100 feet of tree, from someone else’s property. I bought $5000 of windows … for my tenant … the nun. I wandered the streets of my college town, recalling the glory days. And now, I sit, finishing my hookah, and I . . . → Read More: Day We passed the house inspection. The inspector was a big, rather intimidating guy with a badge that hung around his neck. He asked questions, I answered them. I showed him the inside of the rental unit and he looked at the french doors that divide the living and dining rooms. “Oop. These doors have to . . . → Read More: F-ing surreal house inspection. Morbid, but interesting: crime statistics compared by city. Check out the comparison between minneapolis and detroit. I assumed, wrongly, that Detroit would own every category. Not so. Murder, and assault … certainly … but apparently they don’t rape all that much in Detroit. How bizzare. At the house in Detroit. As I came in, there was a drum circle going on at the community center on the corner, so I wandered up, braving the whole *one block* walk up the street. All by myself in the big mean city. I don’t mean to discount it … I mean … Detroit . . . → Read More: Drummage Hey look, it’s me … talking to a bunch of geeks. I haven’t watched it yet, so I have no idea how it looks … except that I need to suck in my gut when photographed from waist height. The slides are here. |
