Wednesday, April 16, 2008
That Outfit Will Make You Tough
This post is in honor or one of my favorite people. His name is John (though I like to call him Jack); he's a WASP Republican with a nice house in the burbs, a loving family, and (evidently) some fancy for Local Food - he's had a nice vegetable garden over the years and now has plans for a chicken coop (hey, did you check the local zoning on this?). He named his son Jackson, and I like to think that his first choice was Duncan, but, this not being politically viable, gave me the nod with "Jackson".
John and I met over 20 years ago at UCD one October morning. We were gathered outside Recreation Hall for our first rowing workout - I accused him of being drunk; he thought, "who is this goofball? he won't last the week." Truth is, he was right - I could do twelve push-ups. Suffice it to say we've shared a lot of life together as friends over the years. I'm grateful for knowing him.
John's birthday is April 18th - that's this Friday. He has always made a point of remembering my birthday, and I still have to call him in early April every year (actually when he calls me on the 8th, I ask him when his b-day is!).
Here's a picture of my friend John;
if you think you know this man, please call him and wish him well on another year of life.
UN5M
John and I met over 20 years ago at UCD one October morning. We were gathered outside Recreation Hall for our first rowing workout - I accused him of being drunk; he thought, "who is this goofball? he won't last the week." Truth is, he was right - I could do twelve push-ups. Suffice it to say we've shared a lot of life together as friends over the years. I'm grateful for knowing him.
John's birthday is April 18th - that's this Friday. He has always made a point of remembering my birthday, and I still have to call him in early April every year (actually when he calls me on the 8th, I ask him when his b-day is!).
Here's a picture of my friend John;
if you think you know this man, please call him and wish him well on another year of life.
UN5M
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Blinded By The Right
There I was... having walked through the Valley of Death (not really sure what I feared - but pretty sure it wasn't Evil - the Tree People perhaps? Leticia the cleaning lady? I then struggled over to the Valley of Crap where "they" could not travel; here the smell of my fellows' waste permeated what was left of my body and soul - guilt and shame were my masters.I reached the top of the mountain over the Valley of Crap and found the Guru Bard (druid by night) in peaceful repose - the aroma of healthy exersion rose from his glowing skin.
I asked if how I was living was the 'right' way. He replied, "life is not a multiple choice question, it just is: I suggest that when it is a meadow, you should eat of it; when it is a highway, drive it like you stole it."
I then asked him if the Not A Super Hero Blog was too serious OR did he like it. He laughed and said, "yes, Grasshopper." He then added (as if an afterthought), "Remember, Satan means Republican. Vote early; vote often."
