Back in the day

It's kind of like anything you gotta put time into over awhile- studying, cleaning, golfing- you get out of it for a minute and then when do you jump back in? Well, bloggin ain't no diff. And so I'm giving you the cyberdiarrhea version of the television reminiscence episode. Different shit different day the past week and a half. -Watched the Tigers get stonewalled by the Cards. No spirit of '68. I was impressed by how patient the St. L. was at the plate and not impressed by not being able to throw a ball to a guy 40 feet away (D-town). Despair not, Dtwat finally brought some arms up through the farm system so they ought to be around awhile. Not to take anything away from Trammell, who will always be the 3 in the greatest 3-4-5 d.p. combo along with Whitaker, but who would have thought a new manager would make such a difference to a team? Leyland, manager of the year.
-Bumpin Gilles Peterson over at bbc.co.uk/radio1. He plays a crazy mix of rap, funk, soul, jazz, trippy shit. New show every week.
-Watching "Thank you for not smoking". A funny movie about a sleazy unapologetic tobacco industry advocate. Good moral lesson about not listening to others, playing your role, and tobacco isn't that dangerous. Rob Lowe in his natural element as L.A. movie bigwig into "Japanese shit".
-Kickin it with Michigan Statue U. homies. In this case a 60 year old Korean dude we met at Miller Time Bar. We sang the fight song together and he kept making these hissing throat clearing noises to enunciate points. Drinking pitcher size bottles of Miller probably contributed to the
-breaking of my camera in a fumbled handoff at the Karoake Bar. Fuck. It's at the shop and we'll get some live action butt shots back up here wit da quickness.
-while getting the camera fixed getting a 100 gig external hard drive. Just to put it in perspective. Our first family computer the Tandy 1000, sported an at the time impressive 512kb processor and those put the floppy in floppy disk 5 1/4 disk drives. After being reminded to back my shit up on blog.guykawasaki.com 's blog it had to be done. I still got to figure out how to do it, however.
-teaching "These Are My Marbles", "Those Are My Balls" from the text books to my students. I wish I had my camera.
-trying to pad my record of getting thrown in the can on Halloween's. If the cop who was fixin to bust up this DJ party I was at knew what I was drunkinly saying that might have helped. Highlights (lowlights) include, "What, it ain't karoake?" and "Go write some parking tickets". punctuated with a few F-bombs.
In parting, don't check out this website, njguido.com, unless you want to laugh at some douchebags.