One Small Step For Sam...

Today I bought, cooked and ate rice. Never mind that on top of the rice was orange chicken that came out of a bag that came out of a freezer. Just realize that I may (possibly) have crossed the threshold of hating frozen burritos enough to prefer a (relatively) laborious cooking process to the microwave.

Don't hold your breath, though.

*To show Dad how Mike and I waste our time.

Untouched rough cut we recorded on a whim. We'll probably make it into a real song some day. The drumming is my foot against a sideways snare drum. Which is why it is sometimes off.

PS I know its long and repetitive. Jams are usually much more fun to play than listen to.

Wouldn't it benefit us both for you to sit by that girl over there?

Who is most likely to sit by me when I'm alone at a table (library or lunch) and all the other tables are taken? In increasing probability, and from real data:

1. Engaged girls (~10%)

2. Normal guys (~15%)

3. Really awkward guys (~75%)

Yeah. So either I intimidate single girls... or I'm attractive to weird dudes.

Some things just make life better

A polish dog from J-Dawg's with onions, banana peppers, jalapenos, onions, sauerkraut, and half a pickle is one of those things.

No, you're not hard-core...

Until you live hard-core.

Mike and I, playing until our fingers bled. Well, Mike at least. Also in the 5'x7' practice room was a piano, piano bench, snare drum and microphone.

Do you know...

"Do you know what happens to people who set about learning to skate with a determination to get no falls? They fall as often as the rest of us, and they cannot skate in the end."

-C.S. Lewis, The Pilgrim's Regress

Late night food for thought...

One Picture

One terrible picture. All that remains from an epic night at Brighton.