February 2003 – My Now-Urban Life

Humpty Dumpty

CarlFeb 28, 2003

Aimee Mann’s sublime Humpty Dumpty is running through my head this morning: Say you were split, you were split into...

CarlFeb 28, 2003

This morning, for reasons that cannot be explained, I was subjected to considerable quantities of Neil Young on my radio,...

CarlFeb 27, 2003

Ever forked up a giant mess of Dave’s Italian Burrito and accidentally gotten a little bit of the aluminum foil...

CarlFeb 26, 2003

Got home a little late, and everybody was already eating. Bekah asks what held me up and I said that...

CarlFeb 26, 2003

Barbara in 1956, 17 years old and looking for trouble. I’ve been scanning in my grandmothers’ photo albums again. It’s...

CarlFeb 25, 2003

Apparently, some class somewhere must have had an assignment on the Battle of Crown Point, because I just had the...

CarlFeb 24, 2003

Skiing: Gore, not bad, a little slushy and I was a little tired. Did a mess of diamonds, though the...

CarlFeb 23, 2003

Lance Armstrong and his wife have apparently separated. This always seems to happen after the book or movie touting how...

CarlFeb 23, 2003

Of course, the day I finally blow off work to go skiing would be the day when things happen. I...

CarlFeb 20, 2003

It’s 36 degrees and sunny, and things are melting at last. I would normally bitch about this because it’s going...