Very soon I’ll be starting a new blog that focuses primarily on the analysis of the national pastime. No, not failing to follow through on treaties with natives, but baseball. I’ll post the URL once I square things away.


I haven’t tumbld in quite a while. I forgot about it for a while, but now I’m back to some extent. Snow’s coming down hard now, which I grow more wearisome of with each passing day. I equate snow in winter to a four year old who says something funny. It’s appreciated and adorable the first time, the second time it has lost some luster but is still cute, and by subsequent times, it annoys the living shit out of you.

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it. Don’t wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.”
“I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work… I want to achieve it through not dying.”

Woody Allen